Chapter 16: Raving part 2

Stiles jeep pulled up to the warehouse where the rave was going to be and Scott and Stiles started to get out and head for the back where Stiles pulled out the bag with the syringe and ketamine.

"You okay?" Scott asked him.

Stiles looked at him. "Yeah, why?"

Scott shrugged. "You…just didn't say anything the whole way here."

"I'm fine," Stiles dismissed it.

Scott could hear Stiles' pulse jump which meant that he was lying but he could also sense that Stiles was hurting too. "You sure?"

"I said I'm fine," he said softly but his hands did slam his back door shut a little harder than necessary. "C'mon, let's just get this done."

"Alright," Scott breathed out as the two of them headed off inside.

Stiles just wanted to focus on doing what they needed to right now. To be honest, he was looking forward to it now. Earlier, he had been dreading to meet with the Kanima again, but now he was eager to see it again because it would be a good, and healthy, way to release all of what he was feeling on it. It and the guy who was controlling it.

Stiles stopped as he looked around at the sight of the people moving inside the warehouse. "So, where do you think the guy that Deaton got to help us is?"

Scott looked around himself. "I don't know. He didn't say where he would be. He just said to go in and do our part and everything on the outside would take care of itself."

"So...we just go in and hope that Deaton's guy just shows up and surrounds the warehouse with magic black dust to keep the Kanima and its master in on time? I'm hating this plan more and more," he mumbled before Scott took him by the shoulder and they headed on inside. But Scott froze and Stiles noticed the look on his face. "What? What's wrong?"

Scott just shook his head. "No. Not here. Not now," he then started running off.

"Scott!" Stiles cried out after him. "Where are you-" But Scott just kept going. "Yeah," Stiles muttered. "Really hating this plan." He then headed on into the warehouse to scope it for his part of the plan.

Inside, the party was in full swing. There were laser lights and spotlights shining around and the speakers were blasting the music in full surround sound.

Isaac and Erica walked on in and took a look at the grand scene. The two of them took a moment to appreciate the grand scene before they headed out to try to find their target.

Matt and Allison were also inside. Already dancing to the music though Allison was half-heartedly. She was looking around, to see if she could find Jackson anywhere, but her eyes found Scott instead. He was around a distant corner, looking right at her. He didn't look happy to see her.

"Matt," she said. "Give me a second, okay?"

Matt nodded and she took off. Though Matt saw her head to Scott who pulled her off somewhere. A small smirk found its way to his face.

Scott took Allison to a quiet place. "What are you doing?"

Allison just looked at him wide-eyed. "You…told me to go out with him," she reminded him.

But Scott shook his head. "No. Not here." That made Allison's face drop. "You don't get it. We have a plan."

Allison's jaw dropped. "You had a plan?" That meant that Scott and Stiles were no doubt doing something right now to stop Jackson. One that was about to be clashed with her family's. "Um…okay. My father and Gerard, they're coming here."

Scott's face fell even further. The Argents were coming here? There would only be one reason why they would know to come here. "What did you tell them?"

"I…I told them-"

"Allison!" he scolded.

"I had to tell them," she said.

At that moment, Scott froze. He suddenly started seeing Stiles and heard every accusation that he threw about Allison in that split moment. How Allison couldn't be trusted and that the Hunters wouldn't care about saving Jackson. "God…they know it's Jackson," he gasped.

"People are dying Scott!" Allison cried out to him. "What was I supposed to do!"

"You're supposed to trust me!" he yelled to her.

Allison could see the mistrust on his face. The same that she had seen on Stiles face and saw that Scott was slipping. "I do trust you! More than anyone!" she cried to him desperately.

But Scott looked away from her. "We had a plan."

"So do they," she defended. She knew that her family wanted to stop Jackson killing people just as much as them. They would take him far away from people so no one would get hurt and stop him. She was hoping that Scott could see that.

But Scott just glared off to the side. "This isn't going to work."

Allison, for a moment, felt that Scott wasn't just talking about his plan. "What do you want me to do?" she said quickly. "Okay, I can fix it. Please Scott. Just tell me what you want me to do. Scott, just tell me."

"You've done enough." Scott glared at her. "Just stay out of the way."

He then started to leave but Allison didn't want him to.

"Scott!" she cried.

"Just stay out of the way!" he roared at her as he kept going.

Allison was left standing there. Her heart shattering into pieces at how he just…left her.

Two SUV's parked themselves a little bit aways from the warehouse and a half dozen men stepped out of the cars. Each and every one of them had guns in their grasp, locked and loaded. Two of those men were Gerard and Chris Argent.

Gerard took a look to the sky and saw that some bad weather seemed to be setting in. "Careful gentlemen," he announced. "Something wicked this way comes."

Outside the walls of the warehouse, a line of black mountain ash was being silently and quickly spread. Gloved hands were spreading it around the perimeter with silent precision.

Back inside the warehouse, the party was in full swing with the people all oblivious to the events shaping up outside its walls and inside.

Stiles moved through the workings of the warehouse and stumbled through a quiet bit of space before he found a nice room, well it was dank, dirty and…downright filthy, but it was strategically perfect for them to take Jackson to. He headed out and found his way back in the party space and his eyes locked onto Scott who seemed to be rushing off.

"Scott!" he said causing his friend to stop and started making his way to him. "Hey, good news. I found the perfect place to-"

"They know!" Scott said cutting him off.

"What?" Stiles breathed.

"The Argents. They know about Jackson. They know that he's the Kanima and they also know about the master."

Stiles eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "How in the hell did they find out?"

Scott seemed to get uncomfortable and then shook his head. "That's not important," he said quickly.

But Stiles narrowed his eyes at him. "It was Allison, wasn't it?" That made Scott look down at his feet. Stiles nodded. "It was. She told them."

"Yeah," Scott admitted.

Stiles just kept on nodding. "Is now a good enough time for me to say, I told you so, because I will."

But Scott just waved his hand to stop Stiles' rant. "We don't have time for all of that. They're coming."

"Here?" Stiles let out a frustrated breath. "Scott, if they show up they are going to mess up everything."

"I know," Scott barked at him. "Which is why I have to make sure that they don't." He looked over at the crowd of people. "First, we have to find Isaac and Erica. We have to change the plan."

Scott then started to go off and push his way through everyone until Scott found Isaac. He told him about the Argents coming to get Jackson and then held up the syringe and ketamine to him.

"Why are you giving me this?" he asked as he took them from Scott.

"Because I got to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan," he said a little roughly as he still felt a little mad at Allison for putting them in this situation. "Now you have to stick it into a major artery, which means the vein. Pull back on the plunger and stick it in his neck. That would probably be the easiest. Stiles found a place to stash him. As soon as you find and inject him, take Jackson there." Isaac nodded. "Be careful."

Isaac just shrugged. "I doubt this would even slightly hurt him."

"No, I mean you," he said making Isaac look back at him. "I don't want you getting hurt."

He then left over for the entrance area where Stiles was waiting.

"You found them?" he asked when he caught sight of Scott.

"Yeah," he said stopping in front of him. "They know what to do. Do you?"

"Still a little lost on that," he admitted. "You really think we can still pull this off with only three of us in here?"

"I hope so," Scott said broodily. "Well, I'm going to head out and make sure that Allison's dad doesn't come through this way. Derek and Boyd should still be out there so I'll find them and let them know what's up. I need you to make sure things don't get too crazy in here."

Stiles looked back at the lights and sounds coming from the party. "I think it's too late for that."

While Scott appreciated the joke, they still had to keep their minds on the plan. "Stiles, I'm counting on you."

Stiles gave Scott a soft look. "I know. You can trust me Scott."

He nodded. "I know. I can always trust you."

Scott then went off with Stiles looking on after him. Stiles then turned back to the direction of the party.

Derek and Boyd were scoping the outside of the warehouse perimeter when they stumbled onto Chris Argent and his men walking by.

"Derek," Chris said as he and his men stopped. "Back off."

Derek raised his eyebrows. "Back off? That's really all you got?" he asked with a mild bit of amusement. He even gave off a small smile. "I got to be honest Chris I expected more from the…Big Bad Veteran Werewolf Hunter."

Chris let a smirk loose. "Okay then. How about, Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a gunfight?"

At that, his men all took their guns and pointed them at the two werewolves in front of them.

Boyd tensed at that. "That one sounded pretty good," he said nervously.

That made Derek give him a look before they ran off as the hunters let loose a barrage of gunfire.

The sounds of it didn't reach any of the partygoers as the music and sea of voices helped to drown it out.

Derek and Boyd were behind a metal dumpster which was absorbing all the bullets that Chris and his men were firing. When they were out, Boyd quickly hopped from behind it and ran himself into the closest hunter. Derek followed after him and ripped the gun from another one before tossing him off to the side. Two hunters quickly took out tasers and fired them at him to try and shock him. Derek bared the shocks and took hold of the lines and pulled the hunters off to collide with each other.

The sounds from the guns and fighting started to draw Scott around from searching for Derek. He guessed that Allison's dad had found him and Boyd first. He was about to run off to help when bright lights shined on him. He was stunned by the sudden brightness and stayed in place long enough for the car to slam right into him and throw him off some distance away.

The driver then stepped out of the car and went over to see if Scott was knocked out and saw that he was. It was Victoria Argent and she smiled at the sight of the now unconscious teen.

Back where Stiles was standing guard, his ears picked up on the distant sounds of gunfire and he went over to stick his head outside the nearby door where he heard the distant sounds of guns and smelled the gunpowder. He guessed that Scott's plan to draw the Argents away had hit a snag. He was getting a bad and chilling feeling up his spine as he looked off in that direction. He was about to go over there himself when his eyes were drawn to what seemed like a painted black line on the floor. He focused his vision to see that it wasn't paint, but a line of black dust. Or more specifically Mountain Ash. Deaton's contact seemed to have come through after all. He just hoped it did what Deaton said it would do.

Back inside, Jackson was staring up at the stage where the ticket booth girl, Kara, was observing the partying crowd. He started to slowly make his way over to her. However, he had been spotted by Isaac and Erica. The two of them slowly made their way to him. Erica started to run her hands around his neck to draw his attention. She started to rub against him and made him start to sway with the music. Isaac also started to circle them both and danced with the two of them too. He wrapped his hands around the two of them and the three of them were now dancing together quite sensationally. It seemed that their moves had Jackson completely distracted. Isaac then carefully brought out the syringe pump but before he could jam it into Jackson, Jackson went and jammed his claws into their backs.

"He belongs to me," Jackson said in a rough voice that wasn't his own.

Isaac and Erica let out pained cries as they both fell to the ground and the syringe flew from Isaac's hands and bounced off the floor.

Outside, Stiles started to walk slowly for the mountain ash line with his hand extended a bit when his nose and ears went stiff as he felt…pain. But it wasn't his pain he was feeling. "Isaac. Erica," he mumbled before he disregarded the ash, and noises of chaos outside and ran to deal with the chaos inside. He could sense the pain from those two at a certain spot on the dance floor and made his way through the people as quickly as he could. He looked down and saw the two werewolves fidgeting on the ground and looked up to see Jackson moving for the stage. Isaac was struggling to try and get to his feet and Stiles noticed the syringe not too far away from him and so he reached down and grabbed it. He then ran over and jammed it right into Jackson's neck with no warning given to him.

"Sorry Jackson, but this is for your own good," he grunted as Jackson started to topple backwards.

Isaac managed to make it to his feet and ran to help Stiles pull and carry him back. Erica was getting back to her feet as well and bared her teeth as she stomped over to him.

"We got him," she said as Stiles went and gave Jackson's other arm to her.

"Take him to that back room."

"What are you going to do?" Isaac grunted at him.

Stiles pulled out his phone. "I have to get the word out. I'll be there soon," he said moving away from the noise to step a bit outside. He then dialed Scott's number but got his voicemail. "Okay Scott, we got him. As soon as you get this message, have you Derek and Boyd get inside and help us with watching him. If you can." He then hung up and headed inside.

Scott slowly started to come to and found himself lying on some kind of table. He seemed to be in some well-lit room. He tried to focus his eyes as he looked up and found himself staring right into the face of Allison's mother.

She smiled down at him. "You probably recognize this device," she said looking down to direct his vision to a vaporizer. "Pot used to be smoked in a rolled up piece of paper. These days it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporizers with your medicinal marijuana card." She then took out a vial and sniffed it. "This type of wolfsbane is one of my favorites. Lovely smell. You probably won't think so." She then loaded the vial into the vaporizer.

Scott tried to move but found himself stuck. His body seemed too heavy and he was only able to watch as the vaporizer started up. "What are you doing?" he mumbled out.

She smiled. "Isn't it obvious? I'm killing you," she finished with a small glare.

The vapor from the wolfsbane started to pour out quickly and the room started to fill with its fume. Scott started to feel his stomach turn and his insides itch. But Mrs. Argent was smiling and seemed to be enjoying the vapor.

"It's going to look like an accident," she said taking a deep whiff of the vapor. "It'll appear like you had an asthma attack and couldn't get to your inhaler in time. Your school records show that you've always had a severe case of asthma."

The wolfsbane started to make his lungs feel heavy and Scott felt his eyes burn and his fangs start to set as a result. "Stop," he cried out.

"Too late," she said to him. "Looks like its working."

Scott struggled against the pain as he tried to pick himself off the table. His claws ran across the length of the table as he started to rise up with his face shifted against the hold of the wolfsbane. But Mrs. Argent just went and kicked Scott off the table where he fell in a slump onto the floor.

"Uh, uh, uh," she said as he fell.

Outside, the mountain ash was still being poured until it stopped falling from the mysterious person's bag. This person's gloved hands then crumpled the bag as they looked down to see that the line was now complete.

Isaac and Erica managed to pull Jackson into that room with very little trouble and had him placed in a chair on the opposite side of the room. Jackson just sat there with his head tilted though it did give a shake here and there. The door started to open and Erica and Isaac moved for the door to attack the intruder but Stiles held his hands out to stop them.

"No, no wait. It's just me," he said before stepping in when they settled down. He then stepped up and looked at Jackson. "You think he's still okay?"

Isaac went over to Jackson. "Let's find out," he said as he brought his claws out and went to scratch Jackson.

But Jackson's arm shot out and grabbed his wrist and squeezed it like it was a reflex. Isaac groaned and pulled his hand away before he stumbled back over to the others.

"Okay!" Stiles yelled out. "No one does anything like that again," he said. Erica nodded quickly while Isaac grunted as he gripped his wrist tightly to try to relieve the pressure. Stiles waved his hand over. "Bring it here," he said to him.

Isaac gave him a look before he moved his hurt wrist into Stiles' open hand and he then lightly gripped it for a moment and soon enough, the veins in his hand ran black for a moment. Stiles cringed but felt better in that he was able to take away at least one person's pain away tonight.

Erica watched as Stiles did for Isaac what he did for her. "How do you do that?" she asked him softly.

Stiles gave her a look. "Derek never taught you?"

"He doesn't really teach us anything," said Isaac with Erica nodding in agreement. Their training had been restricted to getting their asses kicked. "Says that there hasn't been time."

Stiles then let Isaac's wrist go. "Yeah, I guess between paralyzing people and sending you guys after strawberry blondes time does get scarce," he said with no small amount of sarcasm in his voice.

"So, how does it work?" Erica asked again.

He shrugged. "I'm not really sure. With me...I just think about how much I really want to help that person and I guess let my wolf take it from there," he then caught Isaac's eye. "That should heal a bit faster now."

Isaac pulled his wrist back and was breathing softer as he rotated it slowly and flexed his fingers out as he indeed felt himself healing from the Kanima's grip a bit faster. "Thanks," he said lightly rubbing his healing wrist before looking at Jackson. "I thought that the ketamine would knock him out."

Stiles gestured at their captured puppet. ""Yeah well, technically, he is out. This looks like this is as good as we're going to get. Let's just hope that whoever's controlling him decided to show up. We need something to go right tonight."

Just then, Jackson's eyes opened and his head started to bobble around. "I'm here," he said in a deep voice that made all three werewolves look at him. "I'm right here with you."

They noticed that Jackson wasn't speaking with his voice. It sounded distorted and distant. Stiles had a feeling that Jackson wasn't really the one talking to them.

Back in the party, Allison was off dancing with Matt. She then took her phone and sent a text to her dad. She told him that she couldn't find Jackson and then put it away.

"Want to move closer to the DJ?" Matt asked her.

Allison nodded and he went and took her by the hand as they moved up through the sea of people. As they moved through the people they got bumped by another couple. Allison turned to apologize when she and Matt saw that it was Mr. Harris with a young girl. The two of them just stared at their teacher with his young date.

"She's 21," he grunted out to them before he went and pulled his date away.

Matt and Allison shared a look before they continued to get closer to the DJ. They danced a bit more before Allison went asked to take a break as her feet were getting tired.

"Not having a good time, are you?" Matt asked after a while.

She exhaled deeply. "Ever feel like you have the best intentions but you just keep making one mistake after another?"

Allison was feeling like she couldn't do anything right lately. It seems that no matter what she does, she only helped make things worse. She went to try and help Scott with watching Jackson but then ended up getting the two of them distracted and allowing him to get away. When she saw those two bodies, she tried to set it right by getting her family to try and help stop the Kanima and now Scott hates her because she seemed to have ruined his plans. Maybe something else.

Matt turned and smiled at her. "No, unlike the rest of humanity, I'm perfect," he joked.

That got Allison to let out a small laugh. With that, Matt went over and leaned in for a kiss. Allison quickly pulled away however.

"Uh," Matt started shaking his head. "That…that was a huge mistake. I'm sorry," he babbled out.

Allison shook her head as she went to grasp it. "No, it's okay. It's okay," she said quickly before she settled a bit. "Actually, it's not okay. But I have to go make a call, so." With that, Allison took off leaving Matt sitting there.

Outside, Chris Argent checked his phone to see the message that his daughter sent him. He was panting a bit as he looked back at the dumpster where Derek and Boyd still were taking cover. There were a few knocked out men on the ground but the hunters had the wolves pinned.

Derek and Boyd were panting as they tried to get their second wind but it was hard as Boyd had been shot.

"I think I stopped healing," he grunted out.

Derek took a look and saw that he was right. "The bullets are laced with wolfsbane. You gotta go," he ordered. "Take the car."

"What about you?"

"I have to find Scott and the others. Go," he said to him again.

Boyd picked himself up and made a break for it.

Gerard was at another part of the warehouse as he looked down at the floor at the line of wolfsbane that was spread around the whole length of the warehouse perimeter. He gave it a good look as he recognized what it was and wondered who could've spread it around.

Stiles gestured for Isaac and Erica to stay back as he slowly went up to Jackson. He kneeled before him and started to analyze him. Jackson's eyes were opened but he didn't seem to be looking at anything. His eyes were as lifeless as a…puppet. That gave him a hunch.

"Jackson, is that you?" he asked.

"Us," Jackson said in that strange voice. "We're all here."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. It was the Kanima's master speaking through him. So that had to mean that he was here after all. "Are you the one killing people?"

"We're the ones killing murderers," Jackson said again in that dead tone.

"So…then all the people you killed so far-"

"Deserved it," Jackson cut in.

"Oh. Because, you see, we have a little rule book that says that you only go after murderers."

"Anything can break if enough pressure is applied."

Stiles' jaw tightened. "So all the people that you've killed are all murderers then?" he said doubtfully.

"All of them. Each…every one."

"Really? Well who did they murder then?"

"Me," Jackson said savagely.

Stiles was taken aback. "What? Wait, what do you mean?"

"They murdered me," he said angrily.

That got Isaac to get up and Erica to back away slightly as they were both freaked out by what he just said. Stiles gave them a look that just said 'Settle down' before he turned back to look at Jackson. But he looked back to see that the Kanima's' slitted eyes were back.

"They murdered me," he repeated. Jackson started to bob around a bit more and his face was starting to sport the Kanima's scales.

Stiles stood up and went for the syringe. "Ketamine. The man needs more ketamine. C'mon" he said holding his hand out to Isaac for the bottle.

But he held it out to him nervously. "We don't have anymore."

Stiles grit his teeth in annoyance. "You used the whole bottle?" he asked angrily snatching it from him. Isaac had loaded all the ketamine into the syringe for one pump.

Yet, before he could do anything else, Erica tapped on Stiles shoulders as she looked over at Jackson in fear. Stiles and Isaac looked to see that Jackson was now back on his feet and his face was now sporting his double row of sharp teeth. Erica and Isaac stood behind Stiles as the three of them followed the way he was turning his head to look at them. Jackson then roared at them making the three of them flinch. His head also started to dart around like crazy.

"Out!" Stiles shouted to them. "Everyone out." With that the three of them darted out of the room and then moved to close the door shut with their bodies. "Alright, find something to bar the door," Stiles cried out just before the wall next to them blew out and the Kanima shot out. They watched as it took off with a hissing roar echoing in the quiet corner of the warehouse.

The ticket girl, Kara, went over to the DJ and held up her hand. "Five minutes," she said to him before she went off to take a small break.

She moved off to the back space to check out her messages when she looked up in time to see the fully transformed Kanima. It hissed fiercely at her but before she could even scream, the creature took it's clawed hand and dug into her throat and then pulled out some of throat muscles splashing her blood across the floor. The girl held her throat as she stumbled back and then fell to the floor, stone cold dead.

Stiles moved through the warehouse but couldn't find any sign of the Kanima anywhere. So far, there was no running and screaming from the crowds which meant that thing hadn't been spotted yet. For a frightful moment, he thought that it had escaped. He ran for the outside and tried to see if there was any sign of the Kanima out there when his gaze fell on a certain Alpha.

"Derek," he called out to him.

Derek moved over to him. "What happened?" he said before he suddenly stopped.

"We kind of lost Jackson inside-" he started but he stopped.

Stiles narrowed his eyes as Derek seemed to stop moving for him. His gaze dropped down to the floor to see that Derek was on the opposite side of the mountain ash line. Just then, Isaac and Erica ran out and headed for Derek but they stopped just before the line. Derek held his hand out and suddenly there was a small flicker of light and Derek quickly retracted his hand and Isaac and Erica took a step back.

"What the-" Derek mumbled with a sour look on his face.

But Stiles was smiling. "Huh…I guess it really does work. We can't pass," He then looked back to the warehouse. "So the Kanima can't either. Jackson must still be inside then," he pointed out happily.

Mrs. Argent started to circle the fallen Scott as he writhed on the floor in agony. "Alpha, Beta. But what are you Scott? Omega," she answered for him. "Don't you know that the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an omega, it's a miserable sound. Howl of a lone wolf."

"I'm not-" Scott whispered.

"What?" Mrs. Argent narrowed her eyes and stepped closer. "What is it?"

Scott managed to lift his head off the ground. "I'm not…alone," he coughed out. He then pooled all of his remaining strength and let out a mighty howl before his lungs gave out and he fell back to the ground.

The sound of that howl reached both Derek and Stiles' ears and they turned to the distance.

"Scott," they both mumbled before they looked to each other.

"He's in trouble," Stiles gasped.

"Break it," Derek cried.

"What?" Stiles said.

"Break the line. We have to go help him."

Isaac shook his head. "But Jackson will get away," he pointed out.

Stiles' eyes widened. "Jackson," he mumbled. He realized that all of them were now outside and no one was inside to mind the girl that Scott had said was Jackson's target. Jackson hadn't tried to get away because his target was still alive. "The ticket girl, we left her unprotected. You two have to get back inside," he said to Isaac and Erica. "Find her."

Isaac and Erica's eyes widened at that. They looked from him to Derek.

"Go!" Derek shouted at them. They quickly snapped out of it and then ran back inside. Derek then turned to Stiles. "Stiles, we have to break the line."

Stiles shook his head. "I can't."

"Then who put it up?!" Derek growled.

"I don't know. Look, stay here. I'll go and find Scott."

"No, you need me!" Derek yelled at him.

Stiles grit his teeth as he went over to try and break the line but his hand met with it and he felt a zap to his hand, like a bug zapper and he fell with his back to the floor. Deaton had said that this ash would keep out most supernaturals so he couldn't break it. And, he had no idea how to get it broken. Stiles raised himself up and his eyes were drawn to the bumper of a car. It had a sticker with a quote from Einstein. One that read: Imagination is More Important than Knowledge. He then remembered Deaton's words. How mountain ash used imagination and belief to get its power. He said that he would be amazed at what could be accomplished with the power of will. So he had to imagine. He imagined that his hand could move in and sweep the dust away but his hand was rejected again. He grit his teeth in panicked frustration as he tried to think what he was doing wrong. Then he stopped. Think. He was thinking, not imagining. Deaton said that the mind had to take over but he was still trying to keep control.

He closed his eyes and grit his teeth before he opened them and a flash of gold shined through them for a moment. He then bent down over the line again letting his mind show him the ash disappearing and he found his hands hurting but passing through the barrier and the ash disappearing with his wave. Stiles was now breathing hard, like he had run a marathon as he fell back a bit to stare at what he had just done. Derek spared a moment looking at the broken barrier before he ran on by. Stiles struggled in getting to his feet as he moved to try and follow after the Alpha to Scott.

Across the parking area, there was someone there who had watched the whole thing and their gloved fingers started to rub against each other as they stood there in thought and mild interest.

Scott was finding his mind thinking of Allison and her smile. He was starting to feel regret that the last memory that she might have of him is of her being mad and yelling at her. "Allison," he coughed out. "Please…tell her…I'm sorry." That was all he got out as he passed out.

Mrs. Argent didn't have much time to think on that as the door flew open and Derek Hale came bursting in and moved over to Scott. However, the intense wolfsbane in the air made him wobble for a moment before Mrs. Argent went and drove a dagger right into the back of his shoulder. Derek howled in pain before he moved back and disarmed her of the knife. She tried to push Derek Hale against the wall but he then reached out and bit her in the shoulder to make her let go.

Suddenly, hands reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her out of the door. Mrs. Argent found herself rolling once on the floor before she felt something press on her foot and looked to see that it was a shoe. She turned her gaze further up to glimpse at the face of Stiles Stilinski, shifted.

He was still breathing a little hard but he howled fiercely at her before he went and brought out the claws on both of his hands. Stiles raised his right hand at the woman, ready to slash at her face as it fell in shock and terror at him but Derek's voice shouted out Stiles' name. That made the one in question move off her foot and look back into the room to see Derek standing over his best friend's body. He then turned back to see that Mrs. Argent was already on her feet and was limply running away as fast as she could. Stiles bit back the urge to chase after her and ran into the room. The smell of heavy wolfsbane hitting him hard and making him shift back to normal.

"Scott," he cried as he shook it off.

Derek was already trying to lift him and Stiles moved to help him and the two quickly moved to get Scott as far away from there as possible.

"He needs help," Derek said as they got outside into the fresh air.

"Deaton," Stiles grunted. "He can help. We have to get Scott to the animal clinic."

The two of them then started to carry the unconscious Scott off for Stiles' jeep.

Allison was moving to head back for Matt when she noticed both Isaac and Erica moving through the crowd. The two of them seemed frantic and nervous as they looked about. She guessed something was wrong. Which was made clearer when there was some loud screaming close by the DJ. The music cut out and suddenly voices started shouting and screaming about blood and that someone was dead. At that, Allison just headed for the nearest exit out of the warehouse, frantic. She moved down the steps before she felt someone grab her arm and she shrieked until she saw it was her grandfather.

"Hey, Hey. It's okay," he muttered soothingly to her. "It's just me. We better get you out of here."

Allison started to shake her head. "It didn't work. None of it worked," she despaired.

But Gerard tilted his head up. "I wouldn't say that. In fact, I would say that the prognosis is not nearly as dire as it seems," he said with a small smile. "Not nearly." He then went and took Allison off with him to get away from the warehouse.

The police soon found their way to the warehouse where they were observing the body of Kara when one of the deputies looked up when they got a new visitor.

"You really think it's a good idea being here?" he asked.

Sheriff Stilinski looked from the body to the deputy. "I just want to know her name," he said.

"It's Kara. Kara Simmons."

At that, the sheriff reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was a list of names that he had jotted down of all the people that were in Harris' class. But he couldn't see Kara's name. "It's not here," he said before he angrily crumpled it. "Her name is not on the list," he said as he realized that he was wrong about the connection between the victims were all of them being his students.

Scott had been taken to the Animal Clinic where Deaton had immediately gone in and started to work on purging Scott's body of the wolfsbane. Stiles and Derek sat on opposite sides of room as Deaton worked.

Stiles was nervously biting his forefinger as he watched the vet work. "Will he be okay?" he finally managed to ask.

Deaton gave him a look. "I believe he will," he said giving Stiles a piercing sort of a look. "You should to," he told him before he finished administering the medication that he was pumping into Scott. He then took hold of the top of Scott's head affectionately. "He just needs some rest now. All of you do."

He then started to head out but Derek looked in his direction. "Thank you," he said to the doctor.

Stiles and Derek shared a look with each other before they leaned back in the spots against the walls. Stiles stared right at Scott's face as he rested with a calm expression on his face. He almost lost his best friend tonight, to his girlfriend's mother. His right hand clenched into a tight fist at his side as he let his eyes close. His last thought before succumbing to his tiredness was that the Argents had to be stopped before they really did kill one of them.

Derek's eyes were half closed as they looked on at Scott. He thought on how he wanted to make sure that everyone came out alive on this one. Scott was persistent on that, and while he admired how Scott took charge on that front, it almost got him killed. He didn't want that to be the way that Scott learned from his mistakes...like he did. His gaze then shifted over to the other beta in the room. His mind replayed what he had seen Stiles do earlier. He made an ash line break. Derek's eyes started to close fully shut. How was that possible?

Deaton moved over to his office just as a pair of gloves slammed down on a table at the other end drawing his gaze to the one sitting in front of it.

"I can't decide if I admire your sentimentality or despise it," said Ms. Morrell with a calm demeanor.

"If I want your opinion then I'll make an appointment with the guidance office," he said with some sarcasm.

That only made Morrell shrug. "From the state of things I think you could use a little guidance. Are you really going to leave all of this up to a couple of kids?" she asked skeptically.

Deaton's jaw tightened a bit. "They're more capable than you think."

"Well I'm glad I don't share in your confidence."

"If that's so…then why did you agree to help with the ash line tonight?"

That made Morrell turn away. "Don't get the wrong idea Alan. It wasn't exactly my decision. Apparently, you're not the only one who is expressing interest in them. But this party's interest is one that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Especially with how I know they'll respond." She then looked back at him. "Are you even going to tell them what's coming?"

Deaton looked over in the direction of the room he left the young werewolves in before he looked back at Morrell. "They've got enough to worry about."

Chris Argent was scoping the area to see if Derek's pack and/or the Kanima were indeed gone when he started hearing a clicking sound.

"Chris?"

He turned around to see that it was his wife and she was limping and holding her shoulder. He ran for her and she collapsed in his arms. He looked and saw that she was bleeding at her shoulder. He moved her dress aside to see that it was a wound from a bite. He looked back at her face to see that she was crying and knew that it was an Alpha's bite. He felt his insides go cold at what that meant and reached down and gave her a soft comforting kiss on her forehead.