EPISODE WAS AMAZING! Cannot believe Jennifer was the darach and she kissed Stiles' dad. My whole mind was going: NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO! This bitch did NOT just kiss Papa Stilinski. Why can't all Derek's girlfriends be normal? Seriously: he has awful choices when it comes to the ladies. Lydia is a banshee (actually had to look that up) so I'm glad we found out what she is. Hope you enjoy this chapter ^_^!
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The motorcycle roared down the night road.
Lucy's arms held tightly around Scott's waist as the tires screeched into a halt. They had stopped in front of the school, the building dark and cold. Lucy took off the helmet and hopped off her seat as she eyed the place. No one was out, only her and Stiles as he arrived the same time as them.
"Where is she?" Stiles asked as he slammed his car door shut.
"Over here," Allison's voice pipped up and the three teens rushed towards her. Lucy's eyes landed on her and Lydia, the strawberry blonde girl completely confused, but tired about everything. As Stiles called out her name, she shook her while staring at him.
"It's the same thing," she spoke to him as the rest surrounded the two. "Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body."
Stiles was ecstatic. "You found a dead body?!"
"Not yet," she bursted his bubble and Stiles' shoulders slumped forward.
"'Not yet?' What do you mean 'Not yet?'" He sighed while rubbing his eyes. "Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."
Lydia wasn't too keen with the idea. "Oh no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on."
"How are we supposed to find the dead body?" Stiles argued her. "You're always the one finding the dead body."
Lucy held the boy back by his arm.
"Calm down, Stiles," she stepped in between them as she glanced at him. "Cut Lydia some slack. We can search the whole school. No one is here anyways and we have Scott's nose to help us."
"Guys!" Scott yelled over his shoulder. His brown eyes gazed straight as his jawline clenched together. "I found the dead body."
All four heads whipped to where Scott was seeing and he was in fact correct. Lucy moved forward, her shoulder brushed against her brother's as her mouth formed a firm, straight line. Thick blood oozed down from the corpse as it tainted the letters of the school's name. Lucy should have felt nausea, but with all the bodies they have been finding: she had grown used to them.
But she was already sick of this sacrificing game.
Lucy quickly made her bed as she finished getting dressed.
Her hands smoothed down the purple sheets and a pleased smile had crept on to her tan face. She back up, admiring her work before heading towards her closet. She quickly took out the black and white formal dress she was going to wear later tonight. Carefully folding it into a bag, she dusted her pants as she got ready to leave.
"Heading to school early?" Isaac's voice boomed into her room. Lucy spun around to see him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and she smiled at him. She walked forward, her smile never falling as she tilted her head. "What for?"
"Early meeting today," she explained while adjusting her bag. She didn't ignore the feeling of his hands gripping her sides as he pulled her closer. "The recital is tonight. I volunteered to help out and all."
"How nice of you, but wouldn't it feel weird that the recital is to honor the loses in this town?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Honorable loses that were sacrifices from the darach."
Lucy merely sighed. "I know, but I tried not to think of it that way okay?" She checked the time on her watch and gave Isaac a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away. "I got to go."
Isaac moved aside to let her pass.
Stiles hid "sneakily" behind the school's white pillar.
His dad was currently talking to two men, both held some high authority, as the body of Tara was found on the school's grounds. Stiles tried to see if he could hear any information that could be revenant to him. He wanted to see what the next pattern would be, what group the darach was sacrificing next.
Stiles was immediately caught as soon as Sheriff Stilinski's gaze landed on the teen boy. Stiles tried to play it cool, snapping his body around as he tried to hide himself from his dad with his school bag while walking away. It was no use, but it didn't hurt to try for him.
"Hey!" Stiles heard his dad call him out. "Hey, hey, hey. Back it up."
So that idea didn't work, Stiles thought to himself as he slowly turned around to face his dad.
"I know what you're thinking," the Sheriff began as if he read his son's mind. "I know you've got all these ideas about patterns and people dying in threes-"
"Dad! Murdered, okay?" Stiles rudely interrupted him. "Sacrificed, actually."
The Sheriff shook his head as he was tired. "I've got half the state, including the FBI, coming in on this. They're not getting away with killing one of our own."
"Dad, they killed Tara," Stiles whispered with a broken heart. He still couldn't believe that Tara was sacrificed. That thought was difficult for him to process through his head, but she was gone by the hands of the darach. "You know, how many times did she help me with my math homework when I had to wait at the station for you?"
Stiles' dad lets out a deep sigh.
He knew that Tara was someone Stiles cared for. He was grateful for all the times Tara had helped his son when times were rough. A single parent raising a child on their own was tough on him, so he was glad for Tara to sometimes step in when he couldn't. The sheriff didn't just lose an officer, but a friend and helper.
"Just, uh, get to class, okay?" Was all Stiles' dad could say.
Stiles also sighs, but agrees as he heads off to his next class.
"It's frustrating to not know who will be next to get murdered," Lucy snapped quietly to herself as she shuts the locker closed. Lydia merely stood beside her, the binder hugged loosely against her chest as her light eyes gazed at the brunette. "Not know the pattern or anything."
"Well she was an officer," Lydia offered as they walked off to english class.
"But warriors were already sacrificed."
"Then what else could she be?" Lucy rubbed behind her neck nervously. They finally arrived to their class, a few students scattered around the room. Lucy took a seat beside her friend while getting her books ready. Stiles and Scott entered the classroom a few minutes later as her brother took the seat in front of her. As the bell rang, Ms. Blake's heels echoed into the room as a bright smile was plastered on her light face.
Ms. Blake then began her lesson.
"Idioms, analogies, metaphors and smilies," the teacher listed off as she walked around the room as her heels clicked the floor. "All tools the writer uses to tell their story."
Ms. Blake strolled down the aisle, glancing each of her students before stopping. Her eyes noticed how focused Lydia was on drawing a beautiful tree. The pencil strokes were soft and careful, her fingers lightly gripping her tool.
"Lydia," Ms. Blake spoke with an impressed tone. "I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."
The strawberry blonde stopped as she flashed her english teacher a cheeky grin. "You and every guy I've ever dated."
Lucy snickered in her seat as she watch Ms. Blake grow uncomfortable with that bold statement that came from the one and only Lydia Martin.
"Oh, um, well," Ms. Blake quickly recovered as she used this awkward moment to connect to the lesson. "That was an idiom, by the way. Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture."
Her eyes heavily glanced between Stiles and Scott.
"They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words," she told her students before explaining. "Saying 'Jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like 'Seeing the whole board'."
"Like chess," Stiles mumbled to himself, but the teacher heard him. She spun around while giving him a soft smile.
"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?"
He shook his head. "My father does."
Ms. Blake nodded as she turned her attention back to the class. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliché?"
With the teacher far away from them, Scott took the opportunity to chat with Stiles and Lucy. He leaned forward at his best friend and Lucy dropped her pencil on her notebook.
"I think I can get to Ethan," he started off and Lucy merely quirked her eyebrow his way. "I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."
"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asked him, not sure if his plan was something he should follow with.
"The druids are emissaries, right?" He glanced at him and his sister who didn't change her expression. "So what if the darach was an emissary to the alphas?"
"Are you saying Ms. Morrell is the darach?" Lucy whispered at him with an interesting tone. She was hesitant on Scott accusing the guidance counselor as well as her French teacher that she was the one sacrificing all these people. Scott nodded and Stiles held his hand out.
"Okay, first of all," he squeezed into them, "I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like 'What if the darach was an emissary to the alphas?' actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."
"What's that?" Scott questioned him.
"Going through Aiden," he answered him as if it were obvious. "Ever since he's been back at school they're always together."
"I'm surprised they're not siamese twins at this point," Lucy snorted as she pretended to pay attention to the lesson. "Where ever Ethan is, Aiden is there."
Stiles gestured his hand in agreement towards Lucy. "How are we gonna separate them again?"
Scott sat in silence, his mind thinking of a plan. Then, as if a light bulb had popped above his head, he stared at Stiles. As if some message was being sent through telepathically, the two boys snapped their gaze at Lydia who was busy drawing a tree. The girl felt their eyes on her and she lifted her head up to stare at them with a tired stare.
It was as if she knew what they were thinking, but still asked: "What now?"
"Oh you two are evil," Lucy quietly hissed at them for such an idea, but what else did they have? Scott needed to talk to Ethan, but Aiden had to be out of the picture. She spared Lydia an apologetic look, but her friend merely sighed.
It was for the plan.
"Why are you even talking to me?" Ethan annoyingly asked the three of them with a glare. "I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?"
Stiles, who was leaning against the wall, thought that Ethan's eyes lingered on him a tad too long. "Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me?"
"Stiles, please," Lucy tried to calm him down, but Stiles ignored her as he stepped forward at the alpha werewolf.
"You know what I'm gonna do?" His eyes turned cold as he voice rose by each passing minute. Scott held Lucy back with his hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking-"
Scott decided to step in before it was too late. "Whoa, Stiles, okay. We get it."
Lucy shook her head while trying to keep any laughter from escaping. The image he had provide them all was very detailed, but she was glad that Scott managed to stop it before it got a tad too violent. As Stiles finally calmed down, Lucy gently rubbed his arm as Scott looked at Ethan.
"We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd," he admitted to the alpha werewolf and Ethan only remained silent. "And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again."
"You don't know what what we owe them," Ethan argued back at him. "Especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas."
"Then what were you two?" Lucy asked him and his eyes stared at her. She caught some shame hidden behind them. It was like something he didn't want to confess or tell. He wanted to keep buried or forget it forever.
But he told.
"Omegas," he answered and Lucy blinked in surprised. She thought he, and his brother, were alphas. That they had that power on their own, but he wasn't. He was an omega before, just like her brother, but there was a different tone that was inside him. "In actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoat. The last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."
"So you and your brother were, like the bitches of the pack?" Stiles piped up from where he stood and Lucy slapped his shoulder. She had grown some sympathy for him, now that she knew more about his backstory or past. She believed she was a sucker for anyone that needed help, or someone who had an awful life.
"Something like that."
"That must have been horrible for you and your brother," Lucy admitted softly to Ethan.
"What happened?" Scott tried to get Ethan to speak more.
"They were killers," he continued as his arms were crossed over his chest. "I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation and our alpha was the worst of them."
"Why didn't you guys just fight back?" Stiles thought as if it were the most obvious thing to do in this type of situation. "Form voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?"
Ethan snarled at him. "We couldn't! We didn't know how to control it back then."
"Deucalion taught you," Scott placed the pieces together and Ethan nodded.
"And then: we fought," he added quickly, the anger clouding inside his eyes. "We took down the whole pack, one by one, and by the time we got to our alpha: he was begging for his life!" He inhaled a deep breath. "And we tore him apart. Literally."
"Thank you for the unnecessary image," Lucy muttered under her breath as she looked at her brother who asked another question he needed answers to.
"What about your emissary?" Ethan slowly stared down and Scott jabbed at him. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"
"All of them except for Deucalion," Ethan provided the information and Stiles, once again, pipped up.
"You mean Morrell?"
Before Ethan could answer, he lets out a painful gasp. His hand touched his chest, as if the pain came from there and the three teens narrowed their eyes in concern. Scott moved closer to the alpha, his body tense.
"What? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Ethan shook his head, his voice hoarse. "Not me. My brother."
Cora's body slammed hard against the locker room floor.
Aiden had hit her head harshly with one of the weights, and Cora couldn't handle the massive blow she received from him. Lydia knelt down to her side, her frantic hands not sure what to do in this type of situation. She wished she could had done something, wished she could had intervene in some way, but she was far weaker in comparison to the two.
She couldn't had down anything.
Luckily, Scott and Ethan managed to get here in time before Aiden tried to kill her.
The two werewolves tightly grabbed Aiden's arms, holding the furious alpha back. Stiles and Lucy rushed down to Cora's body and Lucy quickly examined it. She wasn't opening her eyes, but the brunette girl had found a pulse. She was still alive, but barely at the same time.
The weight crashed down to the ground.
Ethan shoved his face against his brothers, his eyes turning red.
"You can't do this!" The twin screamed at Aiden.
"She came at me!"
"It doesn't matter!" His hot breath had hit Aiden's face, the boy's chest heaving heavily. "Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or her."
As Aiden gazed down at Cora, Ethan sensed that his brother had finally calmed down. Ethan sent Scott a quick stare before taking Aiden and leaving the locker room. Lucy only looked at her brother before her attention was snapped to Cora who moved slightly. Stiles glanced down, but something red caught his eyes.
"Hey, guys," he spoke up into the quiet atmosphere. "I think she's pretty hurt."
Cora moved again, only faster. She managed to open her eyes, her vision caught the sight of the four of them. The female beta decided to get up to her feet, but she only wobbled. Lucy and Lydia helped her up as Stiles and Scott stood to the side. Cora briefly pushed their hands away, claiming she could walk on her own, and headed towards one of the sinks.
Stiles approached her.
"Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was?" Stiles scolded at her. "What were you thinking going after them?"
"I did it for Boyd," she snapped at him, the red bruise very much there. The blood seeped down her forehead as well as the claw markings on her throat. Her fury green eyes stared at all of them. "None of you were doing anything."
"We're trying," Scott said softly.
"And you're failing," Cora rudely stated. "You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies."
Lucy had enough from her. Scott tried to stop his sister, but the brunette marched straight up towards the female Hale.
"We're sorry if we can't stop these murders before they happen," she growled at her hard. "You honestly think we also like the idea of seeing dead bodies? We're trying our best to stop whatever it is going on. We're doing everything we can, but the one thing we're not doing is trying to start problem with the damn Alpha Pack," Lucy hissed at her, her brown eyes cold. "So don't you say we're not doing anything because we have always done something. Next time you plan on acting before thinking: you might end up dead."
Cora glared at Lucy, but the female McCall wasn't backing down. Instead, Lucy's hands were curled into tight fists as her mouth was clenched tightly together. Cora finally stormed out of the locker room and Lucy let's out an exasperated sigh. As Scott's arm slid around his sister's shoulders, pulling her closer to him, Stiles couldn't help but speak his mind.
"She's definitely a Hale," he concluded and Lydia agreed. "I'll make sure she gets home."
With that, they all left.
Chapter twenty-two done! I'm glad this episode was incredible :D! I think my favorite by far in this season XD. Here's the question of today:
What Teen Wolf villain (yes villain :P) would you want as your drinking buddy?
Let's just all believe we are all over 21 (or depending on your country you live in since other places vary in age). Reviews, alerts and favorites are very much appreciated ^_^! Until next time…
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