Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scalison and Stalia
A.N: Hello, sorry, I wanted to update on Sunday, but I started to renovate my apartment so I didn't even see my laptop until today. Hope you like it. This is official ending of events from season one next chapter will begin events from season two.
Enjoy :)
Chapter Eighteen: Another One Bites the Dust
There was a weird smell in the air. It reminded Malia of time she and her parents went for a small trip and came home to find some food started to rot in the broken fridge.
It smelled so bad she wanted to puke. Funny, how sometimes certain things like smell and evoke a memory. She didn't remember much from the trip, just something making them come two days sooner which was good because she would be in town for Stiles's birthday, but she remembered the smell of rotten food inside their broken fridge clearly as day. It was the same smell her nose was filled with now with every breath she took. She wanted to throw up again.
Malia's arms hurt. It hurt to be forced to keep them upon her head and chained up. She looked down at the small box on the ground which had wires leading up to Malia's chest hitting her constantly with small dosage of electricity. Her pretty dress was covered in dirt on the ground, but given that she was kidnapped and held hostage tortured a dirty dress was the least of her problems. Still, she felt upset. Allison and her mom helped her pick the dress up, and Stiles said she looked so pretty. She was upset about a lot of things that night and even if the dress shouldn't be as high on the list as Lydia getting hurt or her being kidnapped it felt like it deserved a spot.
'So you're finally awake?' asked a female voice as the door opened and she walked inside.
'Good, the last time you woke up you just puked over yourself, but I guess I shouldn't expect good behaviour from a wild animal, now could I?' asked the woman mocking her.
Malia looked up at her. She didn't say anything. The woman didn't look familiar, yet there was something about her which made Malia think she met her before. Maybe in passing or before she was got stuck in her coyote form, but she knew she already seen her.
'Not much of a talker or are you scared you will say something stupid?' Kate asked and walked forward to her, 'It's fine either way. You're not here to say anything. I know you don't know anything.'
She brushed Malia's hair a bit with her fingers, 'They don't tell you anything anyway. You're not the thinker, you're the muscle at best, aren't you little coyote?'
Malia watched her for a moment before she tried to bite her. Unfortunately, Kate moved away just in time, but even the woman had to admit it was close.
'So your mouth works then? Does it even function for talking or just biting and sucking Stilinski's cock.'
'You're a bitch. You know that, right? Honestly, I hope the alpha kills you,' said Malia finally having enough of this woman's annoying voice. Kate...yes, Peter Hale, the alpha, he mentioned Kate Argent who was going to kill Scott. This had to be her. If she was really an Argent then she was Allison's relative. She could see a slight resemblance, but it wasn't what made her familiar. Now...there was something...something else.
Kate smirked, 'Cute. So you know how to talk more than the language of the animal kingdom then?'
She walked to the box and turned around, 'It can't be fun knowing you will never be a real girl.'
Malia looked straight at her, 'Why am I still alive?'
'Well, dear, simple. You're the bait.'
'Scott.' She remembered before she got blinded by the light and noise she heard Scott and a shot. The woman called his name. She knew him.
'Among others.'
Malia frowned, 'Who?'
'Well, Derek and whoever the hell the alpha is oh wait. We both know it's Peter Hale now,' said the woman looking very pleased with herself.
The werecoyote tried her ropes.
'Don't bother. This little thing,' she gently stroke the box on the ground, 'is stopping you from shifting and well using all your little furry tricks.'
'So what? You want to lure everyone here? Do you really think they're that stupid?' asked Malia frowning at the terrible bitch.
Kate crossed her arms, 'Well, considering the fact that Scott managed to work with my brother behind everyone's back I don't, but fear for the love one is a great motivation.'
'Who are you even? And what do you want with us? What did we do to you to do this?!' asked the girl upset tired and hurt feeling weak in every aspect possible.
The woman watched her for a moment before she walked closer, 'I want to kill your entire kind. I want you all to burn, every single one of you. I want you all dead and gone!'
Malia could see only hater in the woman's eyes. No fear, no regret only pure hater and devotion for what she wanted to do.
'We'll stop you, and I will kill you,' said the girl knowing she sounded weak all tied up and not able to shift.
Kate smirked, 'No, little girl, you won't.'
She went to the door and walked outside.
Malia tried to find something outside but she could only see woods.
She tried her ropes again, but she only got herself more tired. She was feeling sleepy again.
No, no, no! Don't fall asleep, M!
She blinked looking around, but it wasn't really Stiles. It was just his voice in her head.
Come on, Malia. You got this. You're awake you have to think about it.
She nodded. Yeah, thinking was good. She had to think.
Start with small steps like...figure out where you are. Did you see something outside or maybe you can sense something? Guided her Stiles's voice.
Yes despite the electricity running through her body she could pick up on smells. Something was rotting here, but there were other smells too. She could faintly catch Braeden, Derek, Scott and Stiles. It had to be a couple of weeks but they were here.
Good, that's very good, M. Think was there a place we were before? All of us?
She looked around. She didn't pay much attention before, but she could definitely be inside the cabin the rough hunters kidnapped and held Braeden in. Those guys were working with Kate, so it had to be the same cabin.
Good girl. Very smart. Okay, so you know where you are now. You can run and hide, yeah? You're not hurt that badly. You could run and make it into the woods easily.
She sighed trying to over come the pain and think. She knew where she was good. She wasn't hurt too badly and even if she couldn't heal now because the stupid box which was torturing her she was alive and could run to the woods.
Whoever this bitch was she might have been a hunter but Malia was a coyote. No one would find her in the woods if she didn't want to be found. She feared she wouldn't be able to turn back before, but right now the only important thing on her mind was survival. She had to get out. She had to survive this somehow.
Malia, it's fine. Even if you can't turn back afterwards. I will find you, okay? I will find you and bring you home, M.
She felt herself calming down a bit. She wasn't alone. Even tortured inside a cabin she was not alone. She had her pack who could come for her and Stiles was always by her side.
'I know, you will,' she mumbled to herself and looked around the cabin. Nothing to use.
She took a deep breath before she tied the robe around her wrist getting a bit higher from the ground. It hurt like hell but she was restless.
She cursed again and tied it again getting even higher when she felt her skin burn and fall down again. She looked at her wrists she had burn marks there.
She started to feel very sleepy.
Malia, come on, don't do that. You can't fall asleep again. MALIA!
As she was passing out she realized the ropes were probably poisoned with something.
Scott was breathing hard as he was struggling to walk through the woods with a bleeding hard Chris Argent.
'I think I will faint soon...,' mumbled the man holding onto his chest. Kate shot him. She didn't even blink she pointed at Scott and then just shot Chris into the chest like it was nothing. Her own brother! Fucking crazy psycho bitch!
Scott shook his head pulling and pushing the man further. Just a couple of step. Just behind this tree and that one and another. He wasn't sure what he will find there, but they needed to continue to move. They had to move.
He was tired. He was so tired from the running and carrying the man, but he couldn't stop. He just couldn't leave him and stop he had to get him to the hospital.
'No...Mr. Argent...come on, we're going to make it. Just a little bit longer. Just a little bit...further, okay?' he pulled him higher, and they continued to walk. His suit was ruined. He was bleeding as well, but the wound was already healing. It was all so messy. He heard someone's scream. He hoped it wasn't someone he knew.
Suddenly he heard Chris mumble his name and in the next moment he was on the ground and Scott with him. He was so heavy.
'Mr. Argent! MR. ARGENT!'
Scott's mind went on overdrive. Never in his life would he think, he would have the nerve or ability to rationally think and remember anything helpful to save someone's life. Yet here he was suddenly remembering every single detail.
He worked in the vet's clinic for almost a year now. He never had to treat a shot animal before but here went nothing.
He remembered he had to apply pressure. His suit was ruined so there was no big deal in stripping his jacket and pressing it against the wound. He rolled Chris to the side since he remembered he had to make sure he wouldn't choke on his own blood. He had no idea what he was doing though. They were in the woods and it was dark. Stiles once told him that one of the deputies has been shot and survived ten hours in the woods because of the low temperature which caused his heartbeat to slow down and pump blood slower. He ripped his shirt hoping he wasn't doing too much hard. He pressed his bloody hand to his side praying silently that someone would come. Anyone who would help him, them. He suddenly felt something. Pain a seriously bad pain.
Scott watched as the veins on his arms turned black and the pay has gotten worse. He let go of Chris's side and the veins disappear. The pain stopped.
He looked at his hand and then at Chris. Derek mentioned this as well. Werewolves were able to take away the pain.
He put his hand on Chris's side again and took a deep breath. The pain returned. He wasn't sure how long he was taking it until he suddenly heard a car approaching. He let go of Chris and rushed to the road screaming and waving his hands.
The car stopped a millimetre away from colliding with Scott.
'Help, please, help!' called Scott, he couldn't see the person behind the wheel.
The car door opened it was hard to see anyone because of the lights flashing at Scott making his eyes hurt.
'Scott? Is that you?'
Stiles tried to calm down. It would be simple. Just call down. Just take a couple of deep breaths. Focus on breath. Right just like that. Just take a deep breath and calm the fuck down. It was all he could think about as he was in the waiting room outside of Lydia's room waiting for her parents and his dad to come and interrogate him. He did well. He did very well as far as he could tell. He managed to get the attention of some kids and they called help. The paramedics told him he saved her life by holding the wound. He saved Lydia Martin's life so he did very well. Yet a dark twisted terrible crazy part of him still wanted nothing more than to leave Lydia and stop Malia or go without Malia or just…not have Malia with Peter Hale alone. Fuck him and his dark side.
He brushed his face. He was exhausted. Nothing happened yet, not really compare to all the BS which could still happen, which might have been happening while he was still stuck here, but he knew he saved Lydia's life and his own by staying. He knew that. He KNEW that, but still, Malia, Scott, Allison were in the woods with crazyass Peter Hale.
And where the fucking hell was Derek?
He pulled out his phone again. By now he had called the werewolf twenty times and left about fifteen messages and ten voice mails.
Again the ringing and again nothing. When he heard the annoying voice say leave a message he snapped, 'I hope you are fucking dead somewhere you asshole!'
Some of the nurses stopped in their tracks and looked at the mad boy terrified. One was actually turning for the security guard when Melissa stepped in and hurried toward him, 'Hey, hey, come on, let's go sit outside for a bit.'
'No, Lydia's parents,' said Stiles shaking his head.
Melissa pushed him from the seat, 'Come on, it will only be a minute you need to breath a bit again, okay?'
Stiles nodded and let the woman walk him outside where she sat him down on the small bench, 'Better? Come on breath a bit, okay?'
He nodded again and started to take in deep breath. He didn't even realize it but he might as well be going into a panic attack. His heart was beating fast he was sweating and feeling like there wasn't enough air in the room.
He brushed his forehead. The cold air helping him a lot.
'I know it's terrifying to see someone you care about like that,' said Melissa.
'I'm sorry. I shouldn't be freaking out like this,' said Stiles feeling upset that he couldn't do a damn thing about the others being somewhere in the woods with a psychopath.
'Are you kidding me? You did so good Stiles. You saved Lydia. Without you I don't think she would have made it. You did your thing, now you are allowed to freak out. It scary to see someone you care about hurt like that. I can't even imagine it.'
He shrugged his shoulders, 'She looked…like a doll. Like a broken doll.'
He closed his eyes trying to shake away the image of Lydia lying in the pool of her own vomit only to see Malia leaving with Peter again.
'I have to go.'
'Son?' asked the Sheriff as he got out of the car Natalie Martin hurrying by his side. She walked up to the boy, 'You saved her? You saved her.'
'I just…I just called the ambulance,' he said but the woman already hugged him, 'Thank you. I-I just…thank you.'
He nodded awkwardly patting her back before she turned to Melissa who told her she would take her to Lydia's room.
The sheriff put his hand on Stiles's shoulder, 'I heard what you did. I'm very proud of you.'
'I didn't do anything,' he shook his head. He stayed behind. That wasn't something to be proud of and what kind of jackass would leave a bleeding girl on the field anyway? He just…did a decent thing.
'Okay, can you tell me what happened?'
Stiles was worried about this. He could lie to strangers but his dad. He was a cop, he would see the blank spaces in the story. He didn't have time to prepare anything with Malia and the others so everything he would say could cause a lot of trouble if their stories didn't add up. Still, during the time he first started to lie to his dad and now he made a important discovery. Best way to lie was to tell as much truth as possible.
'It just…I didn't see the attack. I don't know if it was a jaguar or something else. I just found her like that.'
'Why were you outside?' asked his dad. He didn't look suspicious, but Stiles knew this was a interrogation, 'Uh, Malia and I went for a walk?'
'A walk?'
'Don't make me say it,' said Stiles knowing he looked just as embarrassed as he felt especially when right before it happened he was dancing with Malia and thinking she was…just so…Malia.
'Okay, okay, so what you went on the field to…for a walk and found her there?'
Stiles nodded, 'She was lying there all bloody and everything. I just went into overdrive I guess. I held the wound while we got some kids's attention to call help. The ambulance came and here we are.'
'What about Malia? Is she here too?'
'No, Braeden took her home. She was pretty shaken. I wanted to wait so Lydia wouldn't be alone here.'
'What about Scott and Allison?' he asked and Stiles shook his head, 'They disappeared for their own thing even before this happened. I guess they're finally catching on that they like each other.'
The sheriff chuckled, 'At least one good thing came out of tonight.'
'Yeah,' said Stiles filling like shit from lying like this.
He gripped his shoulder a bit, 'I know I don't tell you this a lot, but you're a very good kid. I always knew it, and I am very happy I was right.'
'Please stop. Anyone would do it in my place,' he said shaking his head. His dad needed to stop. He didn't do anything, not really. Not compare to Malia and Scott who were out in the woods.
'No, Stiles, I like that you think so high of people that you believe they would, but it's not true. Not everyone would have stayed or even know what to do. You did both of those things, and I couldn't be prouder,' he pulled his son into a hug, and for the first time since Malia's turned around and left, he felt some balance. He hugged his dad back remembering how it used to be when he was young. How he would run to the door when his dad came back from work and babble nonstop about his day and ask his dad million questions about his own day and his job.
At least for that one moment, he felt hope that the night wouldn't be a total disaster. For a moment he pushed his devilish doubts away.
'Are you sure this is a good idea? To move him?' asked Scott looking down at Mr. Argent as he was unconscious by his side on the back seat.
'Well, at the moment, it is most important to get him to the hospital. It would take too long to wait for the ambulance,' said Deaton his boss.
Scott bit the inside of his cheek. He hadn't said a word on about why they were in the woods, why they were bloody or why did they looked like they were in a fight. Scott didn't like it. Getting Deaton involved wasn't right.
He feared he would ask him about it and Scott wasn't sure what kind of excuse he could make in that moment.
He closed his eyes and looked down at his boss wondering if Allison was still in the woods or if she made it out. He hoped she did. He was more worried about Malia. He heard her cry out and then he caught a glimpse of her being force to the ground by one of hunter. It was so chaotic they grew some gas at them and the only thing on his mind was to get Argent and leave.
He brushed his hair nervously. Did he really just leave Malia to the hunters? It sure felt like that.
He shook his head, 'You have to stop the car.'
Deaton in the front shot him a confused look, 'Are you feeling sick?'
'What?' asked Scott now confursed before he shook his head, 'No, I-I have to go back...I have to help my friend.' He had to go find Malia.
Deaton was about to argue when he suddenly hit the breaks as a figure appeared in front of the car.
'Holy...'
The man started to walk closer to him and the hair on the back of Scott's neck rose up as he recognized the scent of his alpha.
He came to the vet's window and gestured at him to pull it down.
Deaton looked at Scott who was still paralyzed from fear.
He did so and Peter leaned in, 'Hello. I think you have something which belongs to me. A stray.'
Scott swallowed.
'I don't think I have anything of yours, sir.'
He smiled at the man before he turned to Scott, 'Look, two things can happen right now. You can get out and come with me, or I can drag you out and rip his lung out of his body. Whatever suits you, Scott.'
The teen looked down at Argent before he reached for the door handle, 'Please get him to the hospital.'
The vet watched him for a moment him before he said, 'Whatever happens, Scott. Don't lose yourself.'
It caused the boy to momentary stop finally catching on the fact that he wasn't the only one with secrets.
He nodded, 'I won't.'
Outside he walked a couple of steps away from the car as Deaton speeded off with still badly hurt Argent.
'What the hell do you want?'
'Is that the way to treat your saviour?'
'You didn't save me! You got Malia taken,' snapped Scott upset. This guy was pissing him off. If he was at least honest about what he was doing. He was literally ruining his life with his plans and murders and schemes not to mention he was getting people hurt.
'I asked her to come help me find you and save you and Allison from Kate.'
'Bullshit you force her to come. Don't play the victim card.'
'Fine,' said the alpha frowning, 'It doesn't matter. The point is Kate has Malia now and I don't know where so how about you do something useful for once and help me find her before Kate burns her alive too.'
That hit Scott hard, 'Do you really think she would kill her? That would be-'
'What pointless? A waste? Sure, which is why she will probably do something far worse like torture her first for fun while baiting us to her,' said Peter and started to walk.
Scott looked around, 'The woods are huge. How are we supposed to find her?'
Peter turned around, 'Have you learned nothing from Derek's little Yoda training?'
The teen blinked, 'You...you watched us?'
'I watched all of you, and frankly my nephew was doing a very poor job in mentoring you. He tried to help you tame the beast when really he should have tried to let you embrace it. Become one.'
'I'm not going to be your little monster.'
Peter laughed, 'Oh, Scott. But you already are my boy. You were since the day I gave you the bite.'
He stepped closer making Scott want to run and hide, 'Since that day you became my little monster. Now, came help my find Malia before there will be nothing left of her.'
The boy hated the idea. He hated the thought of working with Peter Hale, the alpha, the person who caused all of his problems, who killed people, killed Tracy, but he really didn't have much of a choice. He had no idea where the hell was Derek and Braeden and right now he and Peter were the only ones who could go help Malia. As much as he hated it he started to walk to the direct Deaton drove him from.
'That's my boy.'
He bite his tongue telling himself over and over again for Malia.
Everything was confusing in the moment Scott pressed his lips against her. She wanted him to stay, but he had to go and help her dad while she was left crying on the ground completely ruined.
After what seemed like ages she finally got up and started to walk. She wasn't even sure where but she needed to get the hell out of the woods and get something to defend herself. She heard a gunshot and what sounded like Malia's coyote noise.
Could she have been shot? The suspense was killing her. After a while she spotted her dad's car hidden in the woods with some other cars she recognized from their family grill parties. More hunters.
She started to snoop around making sure no one was there until she found a pair of keys inside one of the car.
'Thank God,' she pushed everything from Kate's blackmail, to the kiss, to gunshot and just started the car. She had to go get some ammo.
She got on the road and went straight home keeping her eyes on the road praying for everyone to be okay.
Malia tried to weakly open her eyes. She had fainted again. Now she was clearly feeling the poison running through her veins.
She swallowed hard trying not to give into her instinct and pull the ropes again.
Okay, that's smart. Now we have to get you out, okay? Just breath with me nice and steady.
Malia followed Stiles instructions in her head trying to look at her situation differently. She had to get out. She couldn't shift and she couldn't use any of her abilities with the poisoning and electricity hitting her body.
Right, so now we have two options here, M. You can either try to climb the rope a bit and lose it with your teeth which will cause your heart beat to increase which will cause your heart to start pumping blood faster and the poison to flow quickly through your body.
She looked up. It looked like only the rope around her wrist had some sort of purple looking flower around it. The rope tied up to the ceiling looked ordinary enough.
Or you could try to somehow break the part of the rope which was not poisonous.
Biting her lip the werecoyote looked up at the ceiling it looked like the rope was tied to a rather old looking wooden beam. The cabin itself looked very old and not taken care of.
She gripped the part of the robe which didn't have that weird flower around it and started to lift herself up and down a bit while swinging her hips from side to side.
Or we could do that. That's very smart too.
It looked like for the longest of time like it wasn't doing anything to the beam until Malia heard the small tearing noise.
The edge of the beam was cutting the rope slowly.
She felt her heat speed as she was could see that somehow it was working, and maybe she would be free soon.
Malia froze for a moment while she still continued to swing as she heard the woman's footsteps approaching the cabin.
She quickly tried to get into the position she was hoping the rope would survive for a bit longer now and the bitch wouldn't see what she was going.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head down trying to act as if she was asleep. The woman rushed into the cabin and stayed in the doorway for a while Malia focused on keeping her breathing slowly and doing her best not to draw too much attention to her.
She counted moments that passed not sure what the woman was doing before she finally started to walk but not away as she was expecting but into the room. For a second Malia was frozen in fear as she assumed the woman noticed the rope ripping at the top.
She stopped a couple of steps away from her.
Malia wanted to shout at her to do something already because the suspense was killing her, but the woman just stood there for a moment before she felt the most horrifying and devastating pain ever as the woman electrocuted her with some glowing stick.
It was like she was sharply stabbed with million of little needles creating some sort of tremble inside her body.
It took the werecoyote about a minute to realize that the gut wrenching screams of utter pain were her own.
When Kate finally pulled the stick from her stomach Malia fell the only thing keeping her up were the ropes on her wrists. She was still shaking feeling as if her whole body was pulsing.
The woman smiled, 'Good, it's getting kind of boring. I think we can spice it up a bit. Maybe it will help your friends find you sooner, don't you?'
She didn't waste time for the girl to answer or call her a bitch as she immediately pressed the stick against her bare skin again.
In her life Malia knew she did some bad things. She wasn't always a good girl like her parents wanted her to be. She sometimes did pretty crazy things with Stiles. She knew she did wrong when she lied to the sheriff. She knew she was partly to blame about her sister and mom's death, but she would never thing that all those bad things she did would have been so bad she would deserved something like this.
Outside two of the hunters who have decided to join the crazy Argent shared an uneasy look as the werecoyote screamed out her lungs. The worst part was that the screams weren't sounds of an animal in pain. They were sounds of a teenage girl being tortured to death. It sent a chilling down their spin as they tried to focus on keeping an eye out for company knowing for sure that Kate Argent was a crazy psychopath.
When Allison came to her house, it felt almost unnaturally quiet. Her dad was probably in the woods as well as her mom. Still for some good measurers she tried to call her mom a couple of times with no answer. Without thinking she ran into her room and started to rip the pretty dress off of her quickly putting on comfortable clothes.
Suddenly she heard something roll on the ground and noticed one of her deodorants was lying on the ground.
Quickly she picked it up and went to place it along with the other things she kept in her closet making her room less messy but was surprised to find everything seemed stacked perfectly without a single missing spot.
She ignored it not having time for that and just continued to get ready putting it on one of the shelves pushing other items and cosmetics backwards.
Allison tried to calm down and get ready fast when she suddenly had a feeling like she heard something. She stopped for a moment holding her old gym bag in her hand as she heard some noise coming from her closet.
Panic and adrenaline kicked in top gear and she just stormed into her closet expecting to find there someone hiding.
No one.
She let out a startled sigh of relieve trying the hardest not to let it all get to her. She immediately went down to the garage and filled her old gym bag with everything she could find useful. She stopped as she noticed the small pocket knife her mom gave her ironically long before she found out about the supernatural.
They were in the mall once and a group of some guys tried to talk to them and followed them into the parking lot. She remembered being so scared thinking they were going to beat them up feeling like a canary surrounded by cats.
Her mom remained unfazed until she turned around and with a very clear voice told them that they were had security cameras in the parking lot and sheriff Stilinski was on her speed dial and basically that they should fuck off before she gets pissed. When they finally got into the car she pulled out a small pocket knife and gave it to her telling her that if she ever felt unsafe she should just use it.
She never took it anywhere with her. It used to scare her to have it on her. Like she should just hurt someone or hurt herself so she kept it in the garage. She also wasn't thrilled to see Stiles cutting himself.
She put the knife into her boot for some reason. Not even sure why but it felt like it was the right thing to do.
Just as she opened the garage door to take the car a deputy officer appeared outside.
'I thought I heard some noise,' he said, 'Ms. Argent?'
She quickly got out, 'Yes.'
'Your father has been in an accident. I am here to escort you to the hospital,' he said catching her off guard.
'My dad?'
'Yes, he is fine, but you need to come with me. He has been asking about you,' he looked a bit around, 'Is your mother home?'
She shook her head. Her dad was in the hospital. She immediately grabbed the gym back and followed the man.
'Is you mom home?' he asked again as she let her to the backside of the car. When she and Stiles were younger the sheriff took them out in the back. She remembered joking that Stiles should feel like home here since he was always causing trouble.
'No, just me.'
'Oh, I thought I saw the light on in that room,' he said and Allison spun around shocked. There was no light on.
'Which room?'
'Doesn't matter if you are sure she's not home,' he said and Allison suddenly wasn't so sure, but the man was already forcing her into the back and closing the door.
She ignored the deputy for a bit as she kept her eyes on her room wondering if someone was really there when she thought she heard the noise from the closet or not. Maybe it was just a coincidence and no one was in her room and the deputy was just wrong.
She swallowed, 'What happened to my dad, do you know?' she asked when she sobered up a bit.
'I wasn't given details sorry,' he said and she noticed that he was looking at her in the mirror. It wasn't a supportive look or concerned it looked a bit pleased.
'Okay,' she said her brain working on overdrive as she tried to distinguished what could have happened. Her dad was hurt. Was he hurt in the fight? What about the others? Was there cover blown up? And where was her mom?!
She tried to calm down at the same time as constantly making herself freak out. When she looked up she noticed the deputy was still looking at her, 'Yes?'
'Sorry, the resemblance is just uncanny.'
This confused her. Resemblance? Ironically people said she didn't look at all like either of her parents but looked a lot like her grandmother and…Kate.
She felt like her stomach dropped to the floor as someone who sounded suspiciously very much like Stiles told her that this was very very fishy. She started to look casually around trying to think how Stiles would.
She noticed the guys knuckles were a bit bruised and red. He was in a fight recently. His shirt wasn't buttoned all the way to the top and he still kept on looking back at her from time to time.
But most important of it all, they were near the woods again and she was 100 percent sure if he wanted to take her to the hospital he could have just drive straight through the town.
Now she realized that she was locked inside a police car with a guy who was either driving her to Kate or somewhere worse. The backseat doors could only be open by the deputies that much she remembered from what the sheriff told her and Stiles that day.
Keeping her eyes at him to make sure he wasn't looking at him pulled the little knife from her boat and looked at him. He was silent now. She was sitting in the middle of the backseat so she had good view of him but also she was easy to be seen by him.
There was only a fence separating her from him so technically if she got close enough she could stab him with her knife.
Was she really going to do that? Just stab him? And then what? He would lash out at her pull a gun.
Maybe if she stabbed him really hard?
She noticed wasn't sure what she would do next, but she had to get out of the car.
Allison hid the small knife inside her sleeve as she slowly keeping her eyes at him moved closer to his seat.
She waited not sure when would be the right time to move. Her breathing was getting louder as she was getting more afraid about what would happen until she finally just went for it.
The deputy screamed out in pain just as a deer jumped into the road and the car quickly pulled to the side to miss him getting off the road and crashing into the nearest tree in the process.
After the screaming and the load noise of the crash there was suddenly only silence.
Stiles was hypnotizing his phone for the millionth time when finally Derek's name (well, Sour Wolf) appeared on the screen and he practically shouted, 'Where the fuck are you?'
Another nurse shushed him and he aggressively waved his hand at her before he walked further down the corridor to shout-whisper at the werewolf, 'Do you have any idea what is going on?'
'Shut up and listen to me,' said the werewolf, 'We're outside. Sneak out the back and come to the car. Do not run. Don't tell your dad where you're going. Just go.'
Stiles cursed as Derek ended the call. He looked around. His dad went to talk to his deputies. He would surely notice if Stiles left suddenly.
He bit his lip and quickly typed a message without sending it.
Slowly, constantly repeating himself not to run, he got outside spotting a dark camaro part outside. He walked toward it and got into the back seat looking from Braeden to Derek as they silently sat there.
'HELLO? WILL EITHER OF YOU SAY SOMETHING? I HAVE BEEN FUCKING LOSING MY SHIT HERE FOR THE PAST TWO HOURS!'
'Shut up,' said Derek frowning, 'Kate has Malia and she shot Argent.'
Stiles felt like his heart just dropped right to his feet. Kate…had Malia. Kate…Malia.
'Oh God,' he said pressing his back against the backseat. This was so much worse than Malia being with Peter.
'Oh God,' he repeated and Derek shot him a look sensing how Stiles was slowly becoming worse. Something was happening to the boy.
'Stiles,' he said and reached to touch his shoulder, but the boy only jerked away startled, 'I-I-no not.'
Braeden stopped the car, 'What's wrong?'
'Stiles, stop it, you're going to make yourself sick,' said the werewolf. Stiles about to tell him something but it became impossible to talk as he literally felt like his lungs were closing in on him.
Then just like that the backseat door opened and Scott got inside putting his hands on the other boy's shoulders, 'Hey, Stiles, come on. Focus on me. Come on, Stiles. You're bring yourself a panic attack. Remember what my mom taught you?' asked the teenage boy all dirty and with blood on his shirt, but somehow his presence was enough for the pale human boy to hold on and calm down a bit.
He nodded as he finally got over the moment and looked at Scott, 'Dude.'
He quickly hugged him and Scott allowed himself to hug Stiles back finally feeling like this night wasn't going to end in a total disaster. When they parted he looked at Derek who nodded at him giving him more hope and strength than Scott would hoped to have tonight.
'We'll go back to the woods,' said the boy, 'We'll find Malia and Kate and we'll put an end to this. I promise. I will find her and nothing will happen to her.'
What if it already did? Wanted to ask Stiles but he didn't. He didn't want to let those terrible words out into the world fearing too much of what would have happened.
They all nodded and Braeden started the car which was when Stiles finally sent his message to his dad telling him he was going to go lie down home for a bit. He hoped that by the time his dad finally got home he would be there with Malia safely somewhere with him.
Scott looked out of the window for a moment back to the hospital wondering if Allison was safe. Praying she was.
A dark person slowly walked out of the Argent's household. For a moment, they thought they would be caught as they knocked into something under the bed and Allison went to check her closet. Luckily, she didn't look under the bed.
They waited until they heard her walk downstairs and got out of the bed making another mistake of switching off the lights after girl as she must have forgotten.
They waited until the police car left with her before they exited the house as well without any trace they were there in the first place.
Chris Argent woke up with a bit of a start. He couldn't for a moment remember exactly what happened but waking up in the hospital was never a good sign.
Memories came rushing back to him. He was in the woods with Scott who came to him earlier and told him all about his crazy sister and the alpha.
He groaned as he tried to sit up thinking back to everything which happened Kate shot him. That freaking bitch actually shot him. He should be surprised but damn right he was. SHE SHOT HIM?
Just then Melissa opened the door to his hospital room in her nurse uniform, 'Hey, whoa-whoa, don't you dare.'
She quickly started to push him down and with all drugs and how wounded he was he actually found himself lying back down, 'How do you feel? Dizzy? Nauseous? How's the head?'
'Feeling great,' he groaned as he felt pain from the wound shot momentarily through his body.
The nurse gave him that woman's uh-huh sound which he knew was the universal way for females to call on a guys bullshit.
He sighed and looked at her, 'What happened?' AKA What do people think happened?
'The Vet found you at the middle of the road unconscious and brought you here. You were lucky he took care of you too and the cold helped to keep you alive. What were you doing in the woods? Do you know who shot you?' she asked clearly worried.
She still had no idea about what was going on which was a good thing.
'I can remember really. We went haunting and then-,' the door opened at the revealing Victoria walking in with the sheriff she immediately went to his side and kissed his cheek, 'How are you feeling? Oh honey.'
He forced a smile on his face even if he was tense about Stilinski being there, 'I'm good. A bit rusty, but I will live.'
'Don't even bother,' started Victoria suddenly, 'I already told Noah all about you crazy sister,' she gave him one of her secretive looks and he quickly caught on.
'Chris, please, this madness has already gone too far,' said Victoria playing the character flawlessly.
'Kate is Chris's younger sister and for six years now she has been in a psychiatric clinic because she threatened us and hurt Allison.'
'Wait, she hurt her?' asked Melissa startled.
Victoria nodded, 'She locked herself with her in the house and broken her wrist when she tried to ran from her.'
Chris sighed, 'She…our childhood wasn't always easy. Our father is a complicated man. Kate just…Kate just-'
'Is bat shit crazy,' said Victoria, 'We had her locked up after that. There was no telling what she would have done if she ran, and she did and look.'
Victoria raised her arm to show her forearm in a bandage, 'She broke in and tried to stab me.'
Chris took her hand looking genuinely worried, 'Are you alright?'
'Barely.'
Melissa shook her head, 'This is crazy. Are you saying your own sister shot you?'
Chris sighed, 'It was dark, but…'
'But she was there?' asked Victoria upset, and he nodded, 'She was there and she had a gun. I don't remember much afterwards.'
'Adrenaline must have kicked in. not to mention a traumatic experience just as yours could cause partly amnesia,' filled in Melissa and looked over at the sheriff.
'What now?'
'Now? We have to start a manhunt on Kate Argent apparently. I'm going to need some photo and description. Also what about Allison's whereabouts?'
Chris's eyes shifted to Victoria as he knew Allison was in the woods and with Scott carrying he had no idea if Allison got out before Kate returned to her.
'I already told you she called me and said she's fine. She's with Scott in your house,' said Victoria without a single hint of hesitation, but Chris being Chris he could tell, it was a lie. He could tell his wife, no matter how strong and brave and ruthless was worried about their daughter and his crazy sister on the run.
He took her hand again, and she looked down at him before she nodded. They knew each other too well. They've been through too much together not to be able to read each other.
After a moment of mutual support they turned back to Melissa and sheriff as they quickly discussed what will happen next.
When they got out of the car Scott suddenly all too clearly realized that they were most likely walking into a trap. He nervously looked at Stiles. He was all too aware his friend was well...just human without any gun or weapon unlike Braeden.
'Stiles, maybe you should-,' started Scott until Stiles cut him off, 'Okay, I swear to God if you freaking tell me to stay here. I will literally find some freaking wolfsbane put it into a tub and shove you in. I have been sitting on my ass for almost three hours not knowing what the hell is wrong with you, if you are even alive. Now, that bitch has Malia and the lunatic alpha is somewhere here looking for her. Like hell I am staying in the car. The only way that I am staying here is if you tied me up and threw me to the back!' he almost shouted.
They were quiet for a while before Braeden pointed at the back, 'Theoretically I have some rope in the trunk.'
Stiles gave her a sting eye before he stormed straight to the woods pass Braeden and Derek. The huntress raised her hands in defence as she went to follow him while Scott and Derek shared a look and hurried after them.
Scott stopped again looking around for a moment like he heard something, but nothing was there. It must have been just his mind playing tricks on him.
Malia choke out her own blood as she woke up. She felt so exhausted now. She was completely dried out now.
Her stomach was covered with burn marks which couldn't heal as she was still being electrocuted even now.
She looked up at Kate who was smirking at her, 'Good you're awake again. It's not fun when you're asleep. Anyway, I have a question. Well, it's more like an assumption. You were in the woods as an animal. On animal years you were a young adult. Did you actually do it with some coyote?'
She groaned. She looked up briefly. The rope was still in place, but she was sure if she focused enough strength she could most likely break it.
'Look, I'm just asking,' said the woman walking closer to her, 'It would what? Rule of the animal kingdom? Basic instinct? Is it different than being with humans?'
She took the stick and Malia closed her eyes taking in a deep breath.
Patience.
Another step closer.
Just let her come closer.
'Hm, you don't feel like talking? It's okay. Maybe a little bit of screaming again?'
Malia opened her eyes and with all her strength left she pulled at the ropes finally ripping them up. Kate quickly tried to move away, but the girl savagely jumped her grabbing the stick from her hand as they fell down and immediately using it on her.
Kate's screams echoed through the small cabin as Malia held her down for a moment adrenaline and will to live kicking in.
When the hunters came through the door she launched herself at them causing them to back away. One started to shot and she heard Kate screaming something at them but she didn't waste time and just ran as fast as she could to the woods. Not looking back. Not caring about tripping or about how her entire body every single wound hurt, just focusing on running.
Running and running and running until she was suddenly tackled by someone and brought to the ground.
Allison woke up with her head hurting a bit she was lying on the back seat of the crashed sheriff's car. It took her a moment to realize what had happen before she quickly sat up, her head was spinning a bit.
She looked at her door. They seemed bent a bit. Maybe she could kick them out open now.
She noticed the deputy was still out cold.
Sighing to herself she gripped the back seat and the fence separating the back from the front and started to mercilessly with all her force kick into it. She was euphoric to see it was working and kicked harder almost getting the door fully open when suddenly she felt someone was watching her. As she looked to the side she found the deputy awake and with fury in his eyes before he got out of the truck almost letting out a battle cry.
Allison went into the other door just as he ripped the door open and took her leg.
She started to scream as the man was violently pushing her out of the car. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder as he got her leg out of the car.
'You like to play? YOU LIKE TO PLAY BITCH?!'
She screamed from the top of her lungs as he cut her pants from the bottom a bit.
Just when she was sure he would either stab her or worse, he got corner punched by someone and fell to the ground.
Allison was still letting out started hiccups of screams or sobs when she spotted Derek Hale looking into the backseat at her, 'Need a hand?'
She quickly took his offering hand and let him pull her out immediately putting her arms around him not even caring that she was just hugging Derek Hale only caring that he was here and she was alone anymore.
He was stiff for a moment before he brushed her back a bit awkwardly. He wasn't good with emotions, he was even worse with teenagers, but oddly Allison had an effect on people. Must have been the sunshinelike smile.
'Hey, you're okay, now. I…I'm here now.'
She nodded against his chest knowing that this was Derek, someone she knew and that she wasn't alone at least for now. For now that was enough.
She slowly pulled herself together enough to let him go and step away her face red from crying she aware she even started. She felt like she grew ten years older since the Winter Formal.
He frowned a bit and touched her forehead, 'You're bleeding.'
'It doesn't hurt,' she assured him honestly, 'Do you know what's going on? My dad is-'
'He's fine. He's in the hospital. He got shot by Kate, but Scott got him to the road and the vet drove them to the clinic.'
Allison nodded grateful to know at least something what was going on, 'Are they still there?'
'No, we're all here looking for Malia. Kate took her to bait the Alpha, my uncle,' he said and Allison raised her brows before she let out an awkward, 'Oh.'
'Come on, we have to go,' he said and Allison nodded, 'Okay, but my bag.'
She went to the back of the truck pulling it open only to find a dead body next to her bag, 'Oh my God.'
Derek stepped next to her recognizing the dead man as a deputy from his short visit at the station, 'I know him. He works at the station.'
Allison nodded, 'The other one must have been working with Kate. He said I look like her.'
She grabbed the back and pulled out a bow, 'Do you even know how to use that?'
'Yeah, I'm a two times state champion.'
'Argent blood, I guess,' he said and Allison gripped the bow tightly, 'I'm not her. I'm not like her. What she did…' Allison shook her head a small drop of tear falling down her cheek.
Derek nodded, 'I know that, Allison. I do.'
She nodded as well happy to hear him of all people, who suffered by Kate probably the most to say it.
He looked to the woods, 'We'll go that way.'
He should know it better than anyone. Allison looks a lot like her but she is not in any way her. Kate was always intense ferocious moving in way you knew she had a purpose when Allison was just a kid with a smile which light up the room. He would be rather caught dead then to admit it though. Still, he knew. He knew that the sweet brave girl with the bow who was matching his steps wanting to find her friends was nothing like the psychotic bitch of her aunt who killed his entire family.
Malia growled and started to fight the person when she suddenly caught on the voice telling her, 'Malia, stop! It's me.'
She finally allowed herself to see it was Scott who was on top of her holding her hands to keep her from attacking him or hurting herself.
She started to shake all over her body feeling tears in her eyes, 'Scott.'
He was here she wasn't alone. She wasn't alone. She was with her pack.
He got off of her and pulled her into a quick hug. She breathed him in. He was here. Scott was here and...
She suddenly caught the scent of another person just as Stiles appeared out of the trees, 'Malia!'
She broke free from Scott and rushed toward him as he toward her slipping momentarily before she jumped him knocking them both to the ground.
'Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here. We're here,' he said gently stoking her back realizing she was only in her underwear and hurt as she let out a groan.
He pulled her a bit away to look at her wound, 'Oh, you're hurt.'
He brushed her face as she shook her head, 'I'm fine.'
'Jesus,' said Scott kneeling down next to her. She looked like she had been burned.
Stiles pulled down the jacket his dad gave him in the hospital and put it over her bare shoulders.
'Thanks,' mumbled the girl finally feeling the adrenaline flowing out and letting her body feel all the pain from what happened. She couldn't think about it now. She just had to get the hell out of the woods. These used to be her home. She was never more safe than when she was walking around her favourite places as a coyote and sleeping in her den, but now all she wanted to do was to leave them and never come back. Ever.
'We have to leave. That woman, Kate? She's crazy. She will kill us,' said the girl shaking trying to calm down. That woman was a monster.
They nodded and stood up just as Scott and Malia tensed sensing another presence, 'Well, looks like we're slowly putting the band together.'
Stiles felt his blood run cold as he watched Peter Hale emerge from the dark.
He pushed Malia behind her keeping her close as he could sense she was still pretty unsteady on her feet.
'What the fuck do you want?' asked Stiles, but Scott cut him off, 'Don't talk to him. We're leaving.'
The Alpha smirked, 'I don't think so, Scott.'
'No, but I do. You got Malia captured and left her with Kate. You and her have a problem don't drag us into it.'
Peter cut his path as he tried to walk, 'You are right Kate and I have a problem, but Kate isn't just my problem. Look what she did. She shot Argent, she tried to kidnap Allison, and now tortured poor Malia. If anything Kate is the plague which needs to be stopped!'
'Fine, than stop her,' said Stiles frowning at the alpha, 'We're done.'
Peter sighed, 'Enough of this nonsense. She has hunters on her side even though it would be most pleasing for me to go and rip each their head off. I can't do it alone-'
'Well, tough. We're not your pack!' spatted Scott, 'We don't belong to you.'
Peter smirked, 'But you do, little boy. I gave you the bite. I am the alpha of the Hale family, Derek's family alpha, and you little coyote. We have quite the history too.'
Malia froze. Could he really...
'What does that mean?' snapped Stiles and Peter sighed before he continued, 'If you do not obey, I will force you.'
'You can't force us,' said Scott in defiance and Peter sighed, 'If I really want to I will. If for example I force you both to shift with little Stiles here all human and defenceless, what will happen?' asked the alpha mockery.
Scott froze.
'You know what it's like when you lose yourself in the heat of the shift. When you hurt someone you love,' he looked at Stiles up and down like he was a fine meat.
Scott subconsciously stepped closer to the boy as if he would jump in front of him if the alpha moved closer.
'But it does not need to come to that. I will let Stiles walk back to the car while you two will help me with Kate little hunter squad, hm?'
Stiles immediately shook his head, 'I'm not going anywhere.'
'Now, now, boy. You will only get in the way.'
'I'm not leaving my friends with you,' said Stiles making sure he look convincing.
Peter smirked, 'Well, and what will we do about that, hm?'
Suddenly they heard a gunshot and looked at each other for a second before they started all to run toward the sound.
Biting her nail for the final time Melissa tried Scott's phone again.
Hey, it's Scott. Leave a message.
She sighed before she hurried said, 'Hey, uh, Victoria told me your home with Allison. Your phone died and Allison is not picking up. I don't know, but please if you can answer or tell Allison to call me or just…I'm worried, okay? I love you.'
The click at the end signaled the message was full and she sighed again putting her phone back into her locker. She had this unsettling feeling inside her gut that something was very much wrong.
Derek got to his feet and quickly ran toward the hunter who shot at them while Allison pulled her bow and pointed her aunt.
'Looks like daddy didn't waste all your talents completely,' said the woman impressed as she walked closer.
'Yeah, at least he wasn't a raging psychopath,' muttered the brunette as she shot an arrow near Kate's foot.
'Don't come closer,' said the girl, 'You know if I want I will shot you.'
The woman sighed, 'Oh Ally, but do you really want it? Can't you see I am only trying to help you? Chris got into this town and turned into a good old neighbor and your mom? She used to be someone I admired and now look at her, a housewife? You were robbed out of the possibilities you could have had as an Argent. The training? The practice. That's not for fun or duty. It's in our blood. You can't run from it or hide. It sings to us to be like this. We are not ordinary people. We're hunters and we must hunt. We hunt supernatural creatures, abominations who have no right to walk among us. Doesn't it disgust you? Scott? Malia? Derek? It's unnatural for them to exist.'
Suddenly someone hit Kate over the head hard with the back of her shotgun, 'Girl, you talk too much.'
Braeden looked up at Allison, and she smiled at her happy to see the huntress. When she leaned down to tie her up however, the other woman shifted them and they started to wrestle for the Kate's gun.
'No!' shouted Allison as there was another gunshot nearby.
The hunter screamed in agony as the alpha in his full werewolf form squeezed his head.
Stiles watched it in speechless horror as the monster turned toward them and started howl. It was so loud, the boy was sure his ear drums will break. He could see how Malia and Scott went to the ground both digging their fingers into it clearly experiencing more than just damaged hearing.
'STOP!' shouted the boy and grabbed the nearest rock throwing it at the large enemy.
The creature turned toward him ready to launch at him just as it got suddenly knocked to the ground by Derek Hale, 'Stiles, get out of here!'
He shouted before he got lifted by his shirt and threw to the tree.
Stiles watched a bit paralyzed as the alpha jumped back at the other werewolf and started to claw him.
He quickly rushed to Scott, 'Hey, hey, Scotty.'
The beta was breathing hard obviously holding onto his human side as much as possible while fighting his animal side.
'Dude, Derek needs you. Come on,' he shook him, but Scott leaned away his eyes still closed trying to get over the howl.
Stiles bit his lip looking at the blood splashing on the tree close to Derek. Not good.
He looked at the dead hunter running toward him. It was insane but he immediately grabbed the gun from his dead body ignoring the nausea he got from the blood and squeezed head and took the gun.
His dad only ever took him to shot once, paintball or laser games weren't the same, but without even know what he was doing he pulled the gun at the creature and shot him.
The alpha let out a painful scream and turned toward the pale boy before he started to run toward him.
Stiles pulled the trigger again only to find out it got either jammed or he used up the last bullet.
'Crap, crap, crap,' he tried to get it to work just as the creature got close. Before he would truly jump at him however Malia was in front of him punching him hard while Scott jumped at his back.
Stiles let out a short lived relieved sigh as he watched the two wrestle with the alpha trying to stop him.
He got Scott to the ground stepping on him before he gripped Malia by the neck howling straight at her face.
Everything was starting to go red again and Scott could feel himself losing himself just like the time he bite Allison or almost attacked Stiles or on the full moon. He was losing himself.
Kate pushed Allison off of her to the ground before she turned around the other woman and stepped on her leg. Braeden cried out in pain and Allison would have sworn she heard a crack.
Allison watched as Kate was pointing a gun at Braeden who was trying to catch her breath from the horrible pain which shot through her, 'So you and my ex, ha?'
Braeden watched the woman in front of her. She was very pretty. Definitely someone she could see seducing a teenage boy like Derek. She had an edge to her which must have make the boys wild. It made her hate her even more. It made her hate that Kate had a way to lure people in and then kill them like the black widow. That was what she did to Derek. She ruined his life. She killed everyone he cared about and ruined his life. And for what? Cause she had some delusional ideas about the world? If she hated the werewolves so much how could she sleep with one? How could she fool him so well? Was she that good of a liar, and actress?
Allison froze hearing those words. She knew…she knew, but still for Kate to admit it. She looked over at Breaden who was not twisting her face in pain from her leg.
She started to look around spotting her bow and arrows on the ground not far away from her.
Braeden frowned at her, 'Yeah, he looked like he could use someone nice after what you did to him!'
'Oh please, that little bitch was asking for it. You know how he was with me. All submissive, doing whatever the hell I wanted to. He practically gave me all the info I needed to get into the house.'
'So you used him to kill his family. You're a real nutcase,' said Braeden pulling her leg closer to her body. It hurt like a son of bitch, but she wouldn't let this psycho the satisfaction of seeing that.
'I gave him experience and good sex. Not to mention he got to live to see another day. I would have expected a card at least.'
'You ruined him. You killed his family like it meant nothing.'
'They meant nothing. They were just a bunch of monsters who needed to be killed so I did my job. Something you wouldn't know of.'
'Right cause you're the expert,' said Braeden sarcastically and Kate smiled, 'Actually I am. Thanks. Well, not that I don't like the chat, but I have places to be. Let's call it a if I can't have him no one can scenario and end this.'
Just as she pulled the trigger Allison shot an arrow at her hitting her arm and causing the gun to fire just inches away from the other woman. Kate hissed in pain pulling the arrow out of her.
Braeden took her chance and quickly lunched herself at Kate knocking her to the ground and getting a few decent punches at her before the Argent stabbed her with her pocket knife to the side.
The other woman let out a shriek of pain as she was kicked off her to the ground.
Kate got up ready to stab her into the chest when Allison fired another arrow into Kate's shoulder, 'Fucking bitch!'
'Yeah, it runs in the family,' said Allison pointing another arrow at her, 'Get the hell off of her before I prove just how much alike we are.'
Kate shook her head barking out a laugh, 'You can't be serious. First some werewolves now this trash? I am your blood. I told you father he should have raised you by the code a long time ago. Now look at you all hippie on all of what we believe. You're a disgrace to the Argents' name.'
'And you're a murderer,' said Allison coldly, 'Now. GET UP!'
Kate watched her for a moment debating inside her mind whether Allison had what it took to pull the trigger. She slowly got up pulling the arrow out of her arm.
Fucking little bitch.
Allison nodded at her to take a step away.
She leaned a bit down to check Braeden's pulse which was when Kate made a run for it. Allison shot two more arrows but the woman disappeared in the dark.
She immediately started to tend Braeden who was now unconsciously lying on the ground.
She heard some leafs move next to her and she pulled her bow and arrow ready to shot, but she couldn't see anything. The woods were a mess. Anyone could be out there. She felt her heart beating heavily again as she tried to listen closely to whoever was there.
At one point she caught a glimpse of someone's yellow eyes flashing in the dark.
Werewolf.
'Scott?' she asked softly.
'Is that you?'
Silence. She swallowed a bit and aimed at the eyes. That was definitely not Scott.
She waited for a couple of moments her eyes linked with the eyes of the werewolf in the dark before they disappeared and Allison heard very quickly someone run away.
She knelled down to Braeden just as she heard the alpha howl. It was monstrous as it echoed through the woods scaring everyone around them.
She leaned down and touched Braeden's cheek, 'I'll be back. I promise. Just hold on a little longer, okay?'
She quickly started to run to the direction of the howl and now fight noises.
Braeden was left lying in the cold ground. She felt like she was dying. She could feel her leg was really broken badly and her side bleeding out from the stab. She was alone in the dark woods not knowing what was happening to the others and it was killing her from the inside as well.
She raised her hand to the touch the wound trying to put pressure on it but failing badly.
She felt tears coming into her eyes as she was getting cold, and she knew she would meet her end soon.
She heard leaves move. Or maybe it was just her imagination.
Her eyes fell shut heavily just as a stranger kneeled down next to her and took her hand slowly taking pain away from her body into theirs. It went on for a couple of moment before the person touched her leg and with one quick movement twisted it into the right direction, the huntress didn't wake up even once.
Just then a mountain lion appear from the bushes making predatory noises at the two.
The stranger quickly flashed their eyes at the animal and recognizing a bigger treat them himself the creature left leaving the werewolf with the huntress alone.
The stranger looked down at her before they slowly started to walk toward the sounds of the fight.
Malia was lifeless threw to the ground, the poison and suffocation from the alpha finally getting the best of her. Stiles watched as her body fell to the ground like she was some doll just ending up on the floor where the child which used to play with her left her.
He ran over to her.
'M, Malia!' he shouted but the girl was out cold. She was breathing, but she looked so...so lifeless.
Stiles swallowed hard and looked at the hideous creature as it was slowly walking toward him. He thought about what to do. He couldn't run. There was no place too from his monster. He was moving toward him and his heart Stiles knew that this might have been his last moments among the living.
Scott was down.
Derek was down.
Malia was down.
He was all alone with the alpha.
Feeling like his entire body was shaking he scrambled enough courage to bark out, 'Bring it, you bitch.'
The alpha howl one more time before he would attack the pale boy only to shot from the back by Kate Argent.
'Well, if it isn't the little red and wolf.'
She shot him again and the alpha let out a pained sound while Stiles ducked covering Malia with his body.
The alpha turned around toward her and went for him. He got her to the ground as she finished most of her ammo at him without even slowing him down.
Allison finally managed to run to the scene just as she watched Kate's throat being ripped before her eyes by the alpha.
She couldn't hold back the started yelp as the blood splashed all over the ground and the alpha's face.
The creature got up on his back legs to look at the girl before it howled again clearly too gone himself to realize he had just done what he wanted to in the first place. He ran at Allison who quickly shot an arrow at him causing him to stumble enough for her to start running from him.
He tried to tackle her again only to be brought down by Scott and Derek pushing him to the ground as Allison rushed to Stiles who was got up from Malia, 'This is bad.'
'He lost his mind again.'
Allison looked to the side at the gas canister, 'I have an idea.'
Stiles looked to the side as well nodding, 'That could work.'
Scott didn't know what was happening. On one hand he was fighting with his alpha. Someone who commanded him to shift to fight along his side. On the other hand he was protecting his pack. It was all too confused.
The alpha vs. The pack.
The pack vs. The alpha
Everything was red and driven by anger and fear. In the end it didn't matter that this was his alpha. All that matter was the human girl and the boy, the beta, the coyote and the huntress. They were his pack. His pack to protect against everyone and everything even his own alpha. Just like that he felt himself finding balance. Balance between the boy and the wolf. Both of them wanted to protect people they cared about. With that they were one.
He watched as the other Beta got punched from the alpha when he smelled something dangerous.
In the next moment the alpha caught and arrow on fire and started to burnt. Both Betas quickly took cover as they watched the alpha roar and scream and pure agony while his body burnt.
In the next moment, however, he caught Scott's leg and pulled him toward him. He could sense that the pain blurred everything out for the alpha as well. He became sure of it as he felt him suddenly dug his claws into his chest.
The stranger stood at the edge of the trees watching the scene in front of him. The woman, Kate Argent was on the ground dead while the alpha was fighting against the betas.
He was close to engaging until he saw the humans light up the alpha. The fire along with terrible screams caused the stranger's mind to drift into unwanting memories before he ran away from the scene not looking back.
There time to watch and time to take action, but tonight wasn't it.
There were many moments in Scott McCall's life which he found utterly terrifying. There were asthma attacks. His mom ending up in a car crash once. Stiles not talking for a week after his mom died. Getting bitten in the woods by a psycho alpha. Getting shot. Hurting Allison. Caring Chris Argent through the woods while he was bleeding out. You name it.
Yet, they all seemed so far away from the actual horror of a burned partly rotting partly healing Peter Hale holding him on the ground and shoving his claws into his chest trying to dug out his heart out. That was truly the most terrifying moment of Scott McCall's life so far.
'Come on, Derek!' shouted the insane man, 'Me or him. You have to choice!'
Scott felt like he was literally dying.
'SCOTT!' he heard Allison in the distance as Stiles was holding her close not letting her go close to the Alpha who broke her wrist.
Malia was still unconscious on the ground. He could faintly hear Kate slowly bleeding out on the ground close to him.
'MAKE A CHOICE!' shouted Peter again digging his claws even further into the poor teen's chest making her let out unrealistic screams of pain.
Derek didn't have a choice.
He grabbed Peter's shoulder and in his mind ask for forgiveness as he let his claws rip his uncle's throat from behind.
Peter's blood splashed all over Scott as the light behind Peter's eyes faded away.
The first time Scott was really associated with death was when Stiles's mom passed away. After Stiles started to talk again he went into a while research mode and started to look up a lot of things about death. The most interesting thing for Scott was the experience of having your whole life flash through your eyes. He used to wonder if really those last couple of seconds before you actually die turn into a lifetime of time to watch every single moment in your life right before it all goes dark, right before you die.
As Derek pushed Peter's lifeless body away and started to take away Scott's pain, here was what the boy saw flash through his eyes.
He saw his mom. He saw her smiling down at him as she was walking him home from his first day in the kindergarten. Her hair was dancing in the wind kind of like Allison did sometimes and the sun was shining just right making it look like there was a halo around her head. She was smiling and listening to how his day was telling him he was a very good and brave boy and she was happy he didn't cry like some of the other kids.
He saw Stiles the first day he met him on the playground where he was the only one who just rushed toward him in an instant and asked if he wanted to build a sandcastle with him. No questions, no hesitation. Stiles just took one look at him, and he just knew they would be best friends for ever like you know when the search is over. Stiles took one look at Scott and he just knew this was his best friend for life.
He saw Allison as they danced together at the Winter Formal all dressed up and close to each other both smiling and just relaxed. He saw how she smiled at him and joke being the most beautiful girl he ever saw. Gosh, he should have told her that sooner.
He saw Malia and Derek both training with him each of them bringing each other to the ground mostly Derek destroying them, but then looking somehow happy. Even the smallest of the smiles pulling at the corner of his face even if he would never admit it.
He saw the Sheriff and Mr. Argent teaching him and Stiles to play lacrosse all of them laughing afterwards at how terrible all four of them were.
It was true.
In the moment right before Scott McCall's heart stopped beating, he saw his family, his friends, his pack. Scott McCall's life flashed through his eyes right before he died.
'Oh my God!' shouted Allison finally ripping herself from Stiles's iron hold and rushing toward Scott slipping and falling close to him as she watched Derek giving him CPR.
'He's…he's,' she couldn't say it. She couldn't say it. She couldn't admit it.
'We have to call an ambulance,' said Stiles his voice breaking.
Derek didn't say anything just continued. He was so tired. He was so tired, but he couldn't stop. He had to continue. He had to continue until the boy's heart would start again.
Allison started to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't stop. She freaking couldn't stop crying.
This wasn't happening. He couldn't….he isn't…
'I'm calling an ambulance,' said Stiles and quickly started to pull out his phone.
Derek still didn't say anything as he continued to CPR feeling like he was losing strength in his hands, but still not giving up on him. He couldn't stop. He had to save him.
As Stiles finally dialed the ambulance he realized how quiet it just got. The battle was over and apart from the rhythmical sound of Derek performing CPR and Allison sobs it was a quiet night.
'911 what's your emergency?' asked the female voice on the other end.
'My…my,' he suddenly felt like he lost the ability to speak. He couldn't form into words what was happening because honestly he couldn't process what was happening.
'Hello, sir, can you hear me?'
'My…friend…my friend got hurt.'
Scott wasn't sure what was happening. He found himself inside a very bright white room alone. It didn't even look like a room. It looked…like just white space.
He was in his ripped and bloody clothes. Through the ripped shirt he could see the claw marks Peter left him.
Peter.
Derek.
Allison.
Stiles. Malia.
Braeden.
Kate.
He remembered everything now.
Where was he?
'You're going to hurt them. I saw it in your eyes.'
Suddenly burned Peter Hale was in front of his face with his eyes bloody red.
'They will be the same as mine!'
Then after five minutes of Derek's CPR Scott McCall came back to life with a startled yelp feeling all the pain at once from having someone try to rip his heart out from his chest and having several broken ribs from how hard Derek was pushing into his chest.
Broken fingers which were trying to heal wrongly. Allison crying while holding his hand and Stiles telling him something in hectic voice. Malia still on the ground.
He was choking on his own blood as he was trying to say something. He wasn't even sure what did he want to say.
'Hey, Scott,' he heard Derek who was still pressing against his chest probably the wound now.
'You're going to be fine, okay? You're going to be fine,' he was repeating but the boy could see the panic in his eyes.
'Just stay with me, Scott. Please, stay with me.'
They had to decide what to do quickly as the ambulance was on its way as well. The only logical thing was for Allison to stay behind with Braeden while Scott, Malia and Derek went to the vet clinic to heal.
Stiles wasn't sure what will happen when cops arrive. What will people make out of it all. A dead deputy in the back of his own truck. Dead hunters dressed as deputies. A dead Kate Argent, burned again and dead Peter Hale. The only one alive being Braeden and Allison.
He was too tired to even think about it and just took a deep breath telling himself he should just let this one go and focus on Scott still choking on his own blood in the front seat and Malia lying in his lap unconscious the skin of her wrist almost completely gone like it was burned and several bruises and wounds on her body under his jacket he put on her so she wouldn't be only in her underwear. Right now he didn't care ifhe would have to tell his dad his best friend and girlfriend were furry people.
He…
He suddenly froze a bit…
Girlfriend…
Girlfriend?
GIRLFRIEND?
No-
But-
Malia was not-
Malia opened her eyes for a moment and looked at Stiles, 'Are you really here?'
'Yes,' said the boy who was brushing her hair delicately startled a bit by the question and that she was awake. Startled that maybe he said that word out because he was just that lucky he looked down at her.
'I-I am really here, M,' he said his voice kind of rusty from the shouting and everything which happened today.
Malia looked….she didn't look good. She looked like she was dying and it made his stomach drop, but still she nodded and rose up.
Before he could say anything the girl put her arms around his neck and pressing her face into him breathing him in remembering how it was like to lie next to him in bed and breathed him in every night. There was a connection between them, and when Stiles was next to her she was at peace.
She was hurt. Her arms were still hurt and the poison was still her body, but she was with Stiles now. The real Stiles not just a voice in her head helping her cope, but actual real meat and bones Stiles who held her tight when she couldn't. Stiles who she care the most from the whole pack. Stiles who went between her and a blood thirsty psychopath who wanted to gut her open.
She let her nose run through his neck calming herself down just from that. He always smelled so good. It was just that he smelled clean or took a deodorant or something. He just smelled…good to her. He smelled…he smelled like home always bringing her back from the woods, her werecoyote side even from being kidnap. Stiles always brought her home.
She mumbled something he couldn't quite catch.
'Hm?'
'You're my home,' she said sighing as she slowly dozed off both from injuring, poison and exhaustion.
As Stiles felt her arms lose around him, but it only made him pull her tighter toward him and pressed his own face against her hair.
He was surprised by her words. He shouldn't be. They were friends. He was close with her. He was the only boy she had such deep connection with, like her last family member or something, but oddly he was…he was touched by it, and it made him pull her closer to her even if she wasn't conscious. He just wanted to hold her. Just…keep her close and know she was there because right then in that moment everything rushed back to him her dancing with him in room and sleeping in his bed after saving Allison or just dancing with her at the formal. In that moment he didn't care for afterwards, he just knew…
You're my home too.
She smelled dirty and like she was in the woods for days, but he did not care what so ever. He only kept her close grateful that she was in his arms and soon she would be with the vet, witch doctor, whatever the hell that guy was, and she would be okay. Just like Scott and all of them would be okay.
They had to be okay or he would lose his freaking mind if they weren't. He would genuinely fucking lose his mind if one of them died.
Scott touched Derek's arm like he wanted to say something before he puked blood all over himself and the seat, 'Sohi.'
He figured it was sorry for messing you Camero. Stiles waited for some annoying remark but the serious of the situation was too much even for the werewolf. He just awkwardly patted Scott's shoulder, 'Just a little bit longer.'
His and Stiles's eyes met in the mirror, and it was somehow comforting to know that he wasn't the only one who was losing his shit about his friends.
As Allison was in the woods waiting for the police car and ambulance she couldn't help, but to look at Kate's dead body.
All that pain, suffering and fuss only to be ended in one quick moment when the alpha ripped her throat.
She looked away promising herself that no matter what would have happened in the future she would never be like this. She would never end like this. She would never get so controlled by hate and revenge and anger the way Kate Argent and Peter Hale did. She would never let that happen to her or her friends.
Just as she heard the sirens the sun started to come up as if signalling the new day and new hope for the future which was ahead of them. The alpha was dead, so was the woman who burnt the Hale house down. Now...anything was possible...