To Better The Shattered; Scott McCall [2] ✔

0.50 In Which She Hits Her Wall

DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Teen Wolf (but I do own Ellie, so hands off)

Ellie had 17 years of experience dealing with her family, but even she didn't believe they would stoop so low. Her grandfather wasn't a stellar influence on her adult relatives, but she'd assumed that at least her uncle would show an ounce of maturity and speak to her instead of freaking her out.

There she had been, minding her own business in Beacon Hills and thinking about Scott. They had spent an extra few hours together after being attacked by the weird-lizard-thing at Isaac's house before Allison had called and told her that Gerard was asking about her location. Her cousin had fabricated some bullshit story about her spending the night at Lydia's, so Ellie used the opportunity to spend the night with Scott.

She and her boyfriend had dragged the freezer out of the basement (per Derek's request) and hen snuck back into his house to sleep. His mum was on the early shift at the hospital, so Mrs McCall wouldn't catch them together (luckily).

But, yes, she wasn't doing anything crazily interesting (or important), and, after a long few hours of driving aimlessly through the town, Ellie stopped to get some petrol. The Mazda was hers for the night (thanks to a lot of begging, guilt-tripping and bribing with good grades), and the teenager was using the vehicle to achieve some sense of freedom.

The station was deserted, save for one black motorbike parked at one of the pumps. It was really creepy, honestly, so Ellie told herself that she would try to spend as little amount of time in the place as possible. As she filled the tank, the bell above the door to shop dinged, and out walked a man in bike leathers. Without paying much attention to the stranger, she looked back to the gas machine and waited for the amount to go up (the thing was so slow it wasn't even funny).

Second later, the bike rumbled away and she was left on her own. Every survival instinct the possessed yelled at her to leave, that a lot of bad things could happen if she didn't leave right then.

"Shit," she muttered, yanking the nozzle out of her car at the same time every light in the complex shut off. Hastily shoving some money into the slot, Ellie slipped back into her car and reached for the keys to drive away.

They weren't there.

What the hell?

Ellie poked her head back out of the door to check the immediate vicinity of the vehicle (even though she knew there was no way the keys could've fallen onto the floor outside – it was impossible), but there was no sign of her keys.

Frowning, she climbed back out, peering over the pavement in a desperate search. If she didn't find the damn things, then her uncle would literally kill her. That Mazda was Allison's originally, after all.

A jingling nose sounded, and Ellie spun on her heel. Was someone shaking her keys? It came again, and she distinctly recognised the chime of her car key against the wooden wolf she'd received from Scott as an ironic Christmas gift.

Oh, God, what if it was the lizard-thing? She didn't even have her bow with her, or a werewolf for protection. She'd never felt so alone in her whole life as she did in that one moment.

Then someone dropped a bag over her head and threw her into what she assumed was the boot of their car.

Okay, so not the lizard – just a regular old kidnapper.

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Ellie knew she was going to die. It was a sort of clarity that made everything feel distant somehow. In the morning they'd find her body... or they wouldn't, and everyone would notice that she was missing.