5 days!
yeahhhh as long as ppl keep reading, I'll keep going :)
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She didn't see Stiles after she was taken and she couldn't help but wonder if she somehow had been tricked and Stiles was at the field safe and sound while she was being taken to god knows where. Luckily, the black SUV pulled up to Allison's house and the guy that was sitting in the back with her pushed her out of the car so she went stumbling, almost pitching forward. She turned to glare at him but he only grabbed her arm, a gun held on her as he dragged her into the house and to the basement stairs, shoving her down them.
Someone let out a grunt as she landed on them, the door closing at the top of the stairs and leaving them in complete darkness. She rolled off the person, reaching for a knife in her boots, one that the guys hadn't found when they checked her in the car. Cat held it up and ready as lights were switched on and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Stiles.
"Oh thank god you're okay." She whispered, wrapping her arms around him.
He wasn't paying attention to her, instead looking over her shoulder and she let him go turning around to see Erica and Boyd hanging from the ceiling, their arms tied above their head, duct tape over their mouths.
"You've got to be kidding me." Cat swore, rushing over to take the tape off their mouths.
"What are you doing here?" Erica cried. "Chris said you escaped, how did they catch you?"
"He didn't, Gerard did at the lacrosse game."
"Here, let's get them untied." Stiles said as he moved towards them.
"No," Erica cried as he grabbed the ropes around her and was shocked.
"She was trying to tell you, it's electrified." Gerard said as he came down the stairs.
The two untied teens turned towards him and Cat inconspicuously slid the knife into the waistband of her jeans at the small of her back.
"What are you doing with them?" Stiles asked.
Gerard glanced at the wolves behind them. "At the moment, just keeping them comfortable. There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their alpha is too strong."
"Okay." Stiles said, trying to keep the fear off his face. "What are you doing with us?"
Gerard's look was almost feral as he looked at Cat. "Catalina might not have that instinct and I know she has been living with the pack."
"And me?" Stiles asked, "What are you doing with me? Because Scott can find us you know. He knows our scents. Cat is his girlfriend and mine is pungent you know, it's more like a stench. He can find me even if I was at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine."
Gerard let out a small humorless chuckle. "My granddaughter already told me of the charade that Catalina and Scott had, pretending to go out so she can keep seeing him."
"We stopped pretending long ago." Cat quietly told him.
Gerard looked her over but quickly dismissed her as he turned back to Stiles. "And as for you Mr. Stilinski, you have a knack for painting a vivid picture, now let me paint one of my own." He moved towards them and Cat stepped closer to Stiles, her hand moving behind her back to grab the handle of the knife.
"Scott McCall finds his girlfriend's throat ripped out and his best friend beaten and bloodied to a pulp. How does that sound?"
"I think I prefer more of a still picture or landscape, you know?" Stiles grabbed Cat's hand, trying to pull her behind him but she stood her ground, pulling her hand away and grabbing onto his arm.
Gerard clenched his jaw and Cat stared at a vein in his forehead that looked ready to pop.
"What are you, 90?" Stiles asked "I could probably-"
He was cut off by Cat pushing him out of Gerard's reach as the old man lifted his hand to backhand Stiles. He missed completely and as he came back swinging, Cat pulled the knife out of her jeans for protection and ended up nicking his forearm. The weight of him threw her off balance and Cat fell back, landing on her back, the knife tumbling out of reach. She rolled out of the way and pushed herself into a crouch to see Gerard had a hold of Stiles and had delivered a punch to his face. As he lifted his arm for another punch, Cat pulled the knife out of her other boot and threw it with all her might. It actually sank in to Gerard's forearm and he fell back with a yell of pain.
Cat ran forward and grabbed Stiles arm, pushing him towards the stairs. "I'll come back for you." She promised, knowing they could hear her.
"Go." Erica cried and Stiles scrambled up the stairs, Cat right on his heels.
They made it about half way when Erica screamed a warning and a hand wrapped around Cat's ankle and yanked her back. Cat tried to get her arms up in time but her face still smacked into the edge of the stairs and she heard a horrific crunch as her nose broke and started bleeding. Before she was pulled down the stairs, Stiles came back and grabbed her arms, pulling her away. There was a painful moment of tug of war with Cat before Stiles finally got the upper hand and as he pulled her up, she fought to regain her footing on the stairs, doing so near the top. She yelled for Stiles to run and both teens took off out of the house, running like the hounds of hell were on their heels.
They made it into the woods before they finally slowed down and Stiles pulled off his lacrosse shirt, giving it to her and she gingerly held a sleeve to her nose, hissing at the pain.
"Are you okay?" Stiles asked.
She nodded, looking at his rapidly swelling eye. "Are you?"
He shrugged. "I think you saved me from more damage."
"Like I was going to sit there and let him punch the crap out of you."
"Yeah, thanks for that." He mumbled. "What now?"
She sighed. "I need to save Erica and Boyd so I'm going to see Derek, he's probably at the Hale house. Want to come?"
"I should go home and tell Dad I'm okay. He's probably freaking and my phone's at the school. I'll go there and get my jeep first."
"Will you message Scott and let him know we're okay?" Cat asked.
"Yeah." Stiles muttered. "I'll see you later."
He left before Cat could say anything and she frowned at his back. He was more shook up then he was willing to admit and Cat just hoped he would be okay for the time being. She could always message Scott from Derek's phone and get him to check up on their friend but first she had to get to the Hale house. Luckily being near the Argent's and in the woods she wasn't that far off and found it quickly.
"Someone's here." She heard Scott say as she neared the front door.
"It's just Cat." Derek casually replied and the girl wondered if he even knew she had been missing.
"Cat?" The door opened and Isaac came barreling out of it.
"The Cat who's been missing since the lacrosse game?" Scott asked.
"She was missing?" Derek growled "And you didn't think of mentioning it?"
"A little too busy freaking out over seeing you with your uncle." Scott snapped before he also appeared in the doorway, Derek and Peter just steps behind him.
"Are you ok?" Isaac asked, pulling the jersey away to look at her face. "Oh my god your nose."
"Is broken?" She guessed.
"Is about 2 inches further to the right then it should be." Isaac told her.
"Oh shit. Really?"
"Where were you?" Scott asked.
"Kidnapped by Gerard."
"Wow." Derek said with surprise as he stopped in front of her.
"And Stiles?" Scott asked.
"On his way home. I saved him from a severe beating-"
"And took it instead?" Isaac asked in disbelief. This chick was crazy, willingly taking a beating that she knew Stiles could handle more than she could? Beyond crazy.
"no." she replied. "He grabbed me while we were trying to escape and my nose met with the edge of a step."
"Grab her arms." Derek told Scott and Isaac.
"Why?" Cat asked, looking uncertain as the guys did what he asked and Derek took the lacrosse jersey, bunching up the other sleeve and forcing it into her mouth. She mumbled something else around the fabric in her mouth which only caused Derek to roll his eyes.
"Bite down on it." He told her. "I'm just going to-" Before she could blink, he lifted his hand, grabbing her nose and shifting the bones back into place so it would heal properly.
Cat bit down on the sleeve as she began to scream, thrashing against the guys who held her firm between them. Tears poured down her face at the pain and only when she calmed down did Derek remove the sleeve.
"-put it back into place." He finally finished as Cat glared at him.
"That fucking hurt." She cried.
"Did you want me to leave it like that so it healed like that?"
"No." she grumbled. "I could've gone to the hospital though, they would have given me something to stop the pain."
"No time, we need you."
"I'm weaponless." She told Derek as the adrenaline began to wear off and she leaned against Isaac who still had an arm around her. "The hunters stripped me and Gerard has both my knives. One lodged into his arm."
"Shooting Allison, stabbing Gerard?" Isaac asked. "I don't know whether to be happy and proud or scared shitless of you."
"You shot Allison?" Scott asked in disbelief. "She's your friend."
"She was shooting my other friends." Cat calmly explained. "I didn't shoot to kill, I shot her leg with an arrow and I'm sure she's fine."
"But it's Allison." Scott argued.
Cat clenched her jaw. "It's just her leg. It was either that or let her kill Boyd."
"But you shot a friend."
"Really?" Cat asked him. "Because our so called friend was ready to kill you if you were in that cave. She let the hunters pull guns on me. She tried to kill Erica and Boyd, until she quits being absolutely mental I'm not taking any chances."
"What cave? Where are they now?" Derek asked.
Cat ignored the first question "At the Argent's place. Chris will let me rescue them soon, don't worry."
"You can't trust him." Derek growled.
Cat placed a hand on her hip as she glared at him. "We shook on it."
Derek wanted to tell her she was wrong but he knew she wasn't, not if she used her special abilities to find out and if there was one thing Derek hated, it was being wrong.
"Ok, so, before my face starts bruising and swelling and I can no longer see, how about everyone catch me up on everything."
"Jackson's dead." Scott told her. "Gerard made him kill himself."
"Why? That makes no sense."
"There is a reason." Derek told her, "we just need to find out what."
"But they say Lydia can save him." Scott continued.
"Plus, Peter is back, apparently he tried to kill everyone." Isaac explained.
"I know, we met." Cat raised an eyebrow at Peter who tried to dazzle her with a smile. "he hit on me until he realized I was 16."
Scott's phone rang before anyone could react to that news and he quickly picked it up.
"Hey mom, I can't talk right now…. What's wrong?...where are you?... Ok, Cat and I- yes she turned up and she's fine for the most part… we'll be there soon."
He hung up and turned to look at her. "Mom's at the hospital, she says she has something we really need to see and it can't wait. It's probably something to do with Jackson."
"I'll go with you." Isaac said.
"Fine, go, we'll meet up with you guys later." Derek told them, going back into the house.
"What has his panties in a twist?" Cat asked.
"Peter and we didn't tell him you were missing." Isaac said.
"Glad you guys were worried."
Derek came back out weapons in his hands. "Catalina, I hid some at the house just in case, so here you go."
Her face lit up as she moved forward, hiding more knives on her before her hand came across a couple of guns. "Where did you get these?" She asked.
"Hunters that I've beat up." He replied with a small smirk.
"Well, yay for me." She said, checking to make sure they were loaded.
"Is no one else freaked out by how adept she has become at all these weapons?" Isaac asked.
"There's a reason for that." Peter stood in the doorway. "Cat is a seer."
"We all know that, we've known for a while. What does that have to do with anything?" Scott asked.
"Later." Cat groaned. "Tell us later. We need your car." She held her hand out to Derek who grumbled but dropped the keys into her hands.
"One scratch." He warned.
"I know, my head. Call you later."
She herded the guys into the car, getting into the drivers seat.
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