Chapter 12

Stiles ran out, his fingers firmly wrapped around the iron rod, and came to a lawn, right outside the building. He had been fairly confident that his father and his deputies would be there, surrounding them but he soon realized that he was mistaken. He felt the confidence leaving him but he held on to the bat even more tightly. Stiles scanned the empty lawn and saw that even though the hopes of seeing his armed father had been dashed, the lawn wasn't completely devoid of human presence. The father-son duo, stood at the edge of the greenery, waiting for him.

Stiles advanced towards them, he heard his friends arrive next to him.

"Running away like that? Hunters are rolling over in their graves right now!" Derek called out.

"We didn't run away, we just ran out," Jason replied, smirking. His tone made the hair on Derek's neck, stand. He braced himself, quietly signalling Scott to look out as he quickly scanned the neighbourhood, fearing more hunters.

There wasn't a soul in sight. Derek let go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Ethan caught Derek's eye and understood.

"You seem to have run out of back up," he called. His heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird's. Every moment that he or his brother was in the vicinity of those two hunters, Ethan felt his stomach churn and skin crawl. But he wasn't going to let them see that so he pulled on a brave face. From the corner of his eyes he could see Aiden trying hard to do the same.

His words didn't seem to worry Jason though.

"What makes you think we need back up?" he wondered out aloud. Jason bent down inconspicuously. Aiden at first thought the guy was trying to get to his shoelace or some concealed weapon. It wasn't until his eyes fell on the small tap near Jason's foot that Aiden realized what was going on.

"Why is he going for the sprinkler?" Aiden whispered to Ethan in an undertone. Even before Ethan had turned to reply, they found out why.

The moment the sprinklers came on, the werewolves scattered. Aiden, on instinct threw himself over Ethan but unfortunately they both were standing right on top of an outlet and received a full hit of the water. He saw Scott and Isaac drop down on the ground, too much in pain to actually move away. Derek broke into a run towards the main tap but even he could not cover the whole length of the lawn before collapsing into a heap. Aiden felt his skin burn, as if it was fire which was raining down on him, not water. He heard Ethan wince against him and held on to his brother, he saw the edged of his vision give way to black swirls. He saw Ethan's scared and confused eyes, as the full realisation set in. Aiden merely coughed a painful confirmation.

The multiple sprinklers did not spray just water, but Wolfsbane.

Aiden covered his head with hand and got up mustering all the strength that he could. Ethan followed, crawling low, trying to get to the main tap but within seconds the blistering, bleeding and burning bodies slumped back onto the grass.

John laughed and patted his son's back proudly. He looked at the wheezing wolves spread across the lawn and felt immense pleasure. They both had just turned around to leave, victorious, when an arrow landed just in front of them and exploded in a bright shaft of light.

Jason staggered back, pulling out his dagger. John fell to the ground and rolled over to take cover behind a tree. Another arrow came out of nowhere and embedded itself just above John's head. This time he got a close look at the arrow. The Argents.

John cursed under his breath and drew out the gun Jason had brought for him. He jumped out from his hiding place and pointed his gun at the source of arrow when another arrow efficiently disarmed his son.

"Jason!" John called and then pointed, "over there!"

Allison stood on the roof of the building smartly attaching another arrow, this time aimed for Jason's head. Jason swiftly pulled out his gun and fired. Allison deftly dodged it by disappearing behind a low wall and then again appeared to aim the arrow at the young man. The two were completely engaged in the duel when John aimed his gun at Allison. He was about to pull the trigger when he felt a large weight slam into him and tackle him to the ground.

"You really think I would let my daughter come here alone!" Chris Argent breathed angrily, kicking the gun out of John's hand. John struggled with the older hunter for a minute before managing to overturn his balance, he slammed his fist into Chris's head but the Argent barely winced. He toppled the hunter over and slammed his head onto the ground making John scream in pain.

"Stiles! Get them out of here!" Allison cried, pulling yet another explosive arrow from her quiver. Jason, even though armed with bullets, was finding it difficult to keep up with the young archer, because he had unwitting stepped into the lawn and the water from the sprinkler got into his eyes, blurring his vision. On the other hand, Allison, from her vantage point, could see crystal clear. Jason jumped as yet another arrow exploded at his feet, momentarily blinding him. He dived to get away from it and landed right in front of Ethan. Seizing this opportunity, he pulled Ethan into a headlock and stood up.

Ethan was almost faint from the constant Wolfsbane raining on him. When he felt Jason roughly pulling his up, he actually saw stars in front of his eyes. Aiden hoisted himself up and lunged at Jason but the hunter moved quickly and shoved Aiden back to the floor. As the wolf landed face down, Jason cruelly stamped his foot on the blade jutting out from his back. Aiden screamed in agony.

Ethan tried to elbow Jason but the hunter fired a bullet into his leg, causing Ethan to scream in pain and fall back onto Jason, who now almost completely supported his weight. This served Jason his purpose as Allison could no longer shoot at him without hurting Ethan, who was his human (or rather werewolf) shield or Aiden, who lay at his mercy under his feet.

Allison desperately looked to Stiles for help but Stiles was on the other end of the lawn, half carrying Derek away from the sprinklers. Derek could barely support his own weight. She looked to see that Stiles had already managed to get Isaac and Scott out but they seemed to be in no shape to help. Scott was trying to get up but failing and Isaac was unconscious.

Chris and John were engaged in a high voltage hand to hand combat. She felt her fear rising as she attempted to take aim again but it wasn't easy.

Jason laughed, increasing the stronghold on Ethan.

"Fresh out of ideas?" he taunted, laughing like a maniac.

"Not just yet," came a low voice right behind him. Jason felt a powerful kick send him face forward on to the ground. His grip over Ethan loosened and the werewolf fell down, quickly crawling over to his brother. Within seconds, the twins, who were now much closer to the periphery, crawled out from the sprinkler rain and collapsed onto the ground. It was only then that Ethan turned to see who their liberator was. The look of complete disbelief on Jason's face was evident when the person, a werewolf, coolly stepped onto the lawn without a wince. She stood towering over Jason, her black jacket covering most of her torso but her bare forearms, and head let out wisps of smoke as the Wolfsbane slowly burned through the skin. Still, she didn't so much as flinch.

Ethan's head was reeling and he knew it wasn't just the prolonged exposure to poison or the pain. He heard his brother gasp beside him. They stared at her, like they had seen a ghost.

Jason gaped at her. "This can't be right!," he exclaimed, throwing a glance towards his father, who was struggling against Chris Argent's death grip, after having lost focus for a minute.

"You died!" Jason yelled, trying to move away from her unrelenting gaze.

"Apparently, so did you!" she replied, in that same calm voice. Then she lunged forward, her claws out and in a neat sweep ripped out Jason's throat. Jason's lifeless body crumpled at her feet, she turned to face the twins, her eyes glowing bright red.

Aiden's lips moved but no sound came out, his pained expression reflected in her's. He slowly let the darkness take over. Ethan had barely managed to whisper, "You are alive!.." when he slumped unconscious, across his brother.

Sirens sounded nearby, coming closer with every passing second. The sheriff's car rounded the corner, followed by a dozen more and with an exercised precision, the deputies jumped out of their cars, their gun trained on the struggling captive. The Sheriff ran towards Chris as his deputies took charge of John Walsh.

Chris wiped his sweaty forehead, panting, "What took you so long?"

Stilinski spoke an incoherent word that sounded suspiciously like 'agent McCall' but its importance vanished when his eyes landed on the slight teenager, limping towards him.

"Stiles!" he exclaimed, running forward the embracing his precious son. Stiles wrapped his lanky arms around his father, head resting on his shoulder, wordlessly. Stilinski looked around to see Scott, Isaac and Derek huddled into Stile's jeep. They seemed to have burns and were in pain even though it was evident that it was healing. Beside them, in Chris's car, Allison stood trying to get the twins, who seemed completely dazed, seated comfortably. Stiles broke away from his father, smiling.

"Are you okay?" the sheriff asked.

Stiles nodded, "Dad, I need to get them to Deaton's."

The sheriff caught on and nodded, understandingly. He couldn't explain in words how relieved he was to see his son, although slightly bruised but not much worse for wear. And now he knew his son would want to help his friends, who really did need medical attention that Beacon Hills Hospital didn't provide. Stiles smiled, nodding and limped back to his jeep, then waving to his father one last time, drove away. Allison nodded to Chris, who was still standing beside the sheriff and got into her car. It was then that sheriff noticed a girl, with tanned skin, jet black hair and dark eyes, seated next to Allison in her car. He had never seen her before. He looked around, his deputies were busy taking care of the dead body; the story was that John Walsh had escaped federal custody and had a run in with an animal, the victim being his son, who was aiding his escape. The sheriff sighed, reassured that he men would be very too to pay any heed to his conversation, he turned to Chris.

"Who was that girl?"

Chris sighed and arranged his face into a half frown.

"That will be a very long story," he smirked.

Stilinski rolled his eyes,"What is her name?"

Chris looked at his friend with a straight face but his eyes were smiling.

"Her name is Jenna."

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