„What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. what we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish.
There is no free will."
— Chuck Palahniuk

Just as Jolene turned off the running water and drayed her hair with yellow towel that she requested this morning, but the motel maid only brought it up ten minutes ago, the phone rang. This time she didn't jump, or even flinched… she was expecting this call.
But what she wasn't expecting is totally different, unknown voice on the other end of a line. It was a woman, prideful and confident. "Is the job done?" She thundered.
Woman's voice sounded familiar, Jolene could bet on everything she has heard it before. "No." Deciding not to be sarcastic, or rude in any way, Jolene answered short and clear. Other woman sighed, clearly annoyed. "Who am I talking to?"
"We've sent you a package." Woman stated, "It should already be there if Mr. Fredric didn't mess up something… again."
Although she was glad that Fredric wasn't the one who called, she still couldn't help herself but wonder if he is alright. "What did Fredric do wrong?"
Woman on the other end laughed wickedly. "What the man didn't do wrong? But don't worry about him, Miss Dahl."
Her heart skipped a beat when the woman called her by her last name. Her real last name, not the one Fredric gave her when he changed all her documents. Whoever this woman was, she knew Jolene's deepest secret, and it makes her vulnerable.

Fredric pushed the papers across the table. He observed a scared girl sitting in leather chair. Maybe now she looked weak and vulnerable, but one day, when she grows up and learns how to survive, he knows she will be one of the best. This girl right here will be better of them all, even the berserkers. "What is your name, child?" His voice is flat. Jolene looked up and answered, "Helene Dahl."
The man shook his head and punched the wooden table with his big fist. Little girl shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "My name is Jolene Ayres. Born on June 15, 1997 in Illinois." Fredric smiled proudly. "What about your parents?"
But it was too soon to talk about them, and as a normal, adult person Fredric should've know that. Since he was heartless human with no sense of compassion at all, he pushed her over the boundaries. Jolene started to cry, which made him angry. He yelled at her until she recited everything she had to learn about her new life. "They died in a car accident on August 8, 2008 while driving home after picking up my younger sister. All three died on their way to a hospital."

"In the package you will find everything needed for getting the job done." Jolene imagined her. From the sound of her voice she was young, but not too young, maybe in her late thirties. "We sent insurance, too. If Fredric trust you, it doesn't mean we do. Make one wrong move and we will kill you and everyone you cared about."

The woman's speech wasn't over, but Jolene decided to interrupt. "I think you're too late for that."

She could hear annoyed sight on the other line and smiled. "Do the job, Jolene. If not…"

"Yes. You are going to kill me, heard that before. I'm done with your threats. You expect me to murder someone and I still have no idea how!" By now Jolene was yelling. "You should find someone else to kill your freakin' monsters!" Her head started to hurt so terribly that everything before her eyes started to spun. She had to sit down and calm herself down.

"They are called werewolves, my dear…" Her calm tone annoyed Jolene so much. She's throwing this crazy information's at her like they are playing baseball. This people were crazier than Jolene was.

"Are you going to tell me that the bloodsuckers are real too?" Jolene muttered under her breath, but loud enough for the woman to hear her. Even though she saw it with her own eyes, felt the sharp claws on her own skin… something inside of her didn't want to believe. It's much easier to say to yourself that you are crazy then to cope with new reality. But really, werewolves? - It sounds like a stupid joke. And if she wanted to hear a stupid joke, she'd simply ask Stiles to tell her one. He is full of absurd jokes.
Corners of her mouth rose at the thought of him.

"Your long tongue will be the death of you, Helene Dahl. "

A loud knock on the door prevented her to burst out in tears. She's doing in on purpose and Jolene knows it. The woman is testing her nerves. Wishing she could cut the woman's throat in that very same moment, she said "My name is Jolene Ayres, and I can't wait to hear your voice again."

After throwing her cell phone back on a wooden table, Jolene opened the door. A man in suit stepped inside rented motel room, he didn't wait for girl's approval or any kind of greeting. He placed an enormous box on the floor, near the unmade bed. Man looked around, with obvious disguised expression on his face. Okay, it was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, she could have tied up a little, but what was the point?

Jolene's phone notification finally attracted his attention to the girl. She glared at the man with her eyes wide open. "What was that?" He asked.

"Rude, for one thing." She still couldn't believe her eyes. "Are you my new babysitter?"
Jolene asked and reached for her phone on the table.

"I am here to make sure you don't mess anything up."

[text; from Stiles:]Lacrosse game tonight?

[reply:] See you there

She looked up at the man in a suit. He was young, maybe seven years older than she is… and kind of cute.

"Well, I appreciate your concern, but I'm capable of killing this pack on my own." Now Jolene realized why D. called them a 'pack', it seemed ridiculous back then, but now it makes sense.

In darkest corner of her mind a thought woke up.

Are they all werewolves?

Is Stiles a shape shifter?

"Not without this," He opened the box.

Once again Jolene couldn't believe her eyes. This time, she was pleasantly surprised and not annoyed. Holly hell, she breathed out.
In his left hand he held up a .264 Winchester magnum, and in his right hand AA-12 automatic shotgun.

"I changed my mind… you can stay."

They reached the lacrosse field in less than half an hour. Walking with Tom was awkward, because there was no other subject to talk about other than rifles and guns or people they have killed. Neither of those was a subject Jolene wanted to talk about in that moment. All she wished was not to be herself again. Terrible guilt ate her from inside. This was it, she needs to do it. She needs to kill Scott McCall. Even though she didn't like it at all, she had to admit Tom's idea was much better than hers.
Killing Scott won't be easy in any way. Actually, killing either of them won't be easy. But at least she doesn't have to look at their faces.
Jolene looked on her right, across the lacrosse field, into the woods. It's dark and no one's able to see anything except first row of trees. That is good, she thought - because no one will see them. No one will know she is the one who killed Scott. Tom, the suit guy, is already there, waiting and preparing everything. Then what is she doing here?

It was stupid idea to come here at all, to tell Tom about the game. If she kept her mouth shout he wouldn't get the idea and Scott could've stayed safe for one more night. Jolene could be normal girl for one more night.

"Aren't you cold?!" A familiar voice asked. It came from her back, and when she turned around, Malia surprised her with a friendly hug. In that moment, Jolene wanted to run back at her disgusting motel room and hide under her bed. Instead, she smiled and said, "A little."

Before Malia mentioned it, Jolene couldn't feel the cold wind hammering in her body. But now she felt every particle of air on her skin. The coldness made her shiver. "Come," Malia pulled her by her hand and lead on the field.
Players already started to warm up. Malia pushed her way through sea of red and green jerseys. Jolene knew who she was looking for, but she hoped she's wrong… Boys around them talked and laughed while coach Finstock held his famous speech. Jolene never heard it before, but Stiles told her about it. It's always the same old speech from Independence Day. From all the teachers in BHHS, coach was the only one who was nice to her since the first day.

Soon enough Malia stopped, making Jolene bump into her back. She scanned the people around her, but as soon as she laid her eyes on number 24, everyone else disappeared.
Before he could even say something, Malia jumped and hugged him, wishing him luck.
Scott and Jolene shared a look. I am so sorry but I have to, Jolene thought. And for a moment, a panic crept inside her skin. She saw something in Scott's eyes. He's looking her differently. To him, she wasn't a lost, new girl in big school anymore… he knows. Scott knows she is not so innocent, does he knows she wanted to kill Derek Hale?

Did Peter tell him everything?
For one thing she was sure, Malia still had no idea. Scott even if he knew, he kept her in the dark. But did he tell his best friend, does Stiles know her sick secret?
"Jolene?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm hugging you… maybe you should hug me back so that I don't look like a complete idiot?"
She was lost in her mind so deeply she hasn't even realized Stiles put his arms around her. "Am I going mad?" she whispered just for Stiles to hear her and put her arms around him.
"You'll be okay. I promise." He responded.
Jolene's heart pounded like crazy. His was pounding too.
Coach blew the whistle, making Stiles jump. He had to let go and play, no matter how much she needed him to stay.

Before she could turn around, someone gripped her hand hardly. Jolene didn't turn her head to see who it was, she already knew. "It's kill or be killed, Scott. There's no other option." She said before he could speak first.
"Stay away from my pack," he whispered then disappeared into a crowd.

AN: Please review. I'd really like to know what you think.