Animagus

Chapter Sixty-One: Orphaned

At the school, Finstock kept the lacrosse team from going into the locker room, which is now a crime scene. Coach tells everyone on the team to notify the police if they see Garrett. Liam walks over to me and we both see Scott talking to his father. "Dad, really- I'm okay."

"I should've been here. And I said I would be at the games."

"Well, I mean, this was just a pre-season scrimmage... I didn't even tell you about it."

"But I promised your mother I'd be around so she could pick up some double shifts at the hospital. I should've been there." Rafael explained.

"You're here, now."

~Meanwhile~

Parrish is escorting Violet out of the school building. She walks by me and smiles, I flash my eyes in warning. She noticed she was being escorted out by Parrish. "...Jordan Parrish?"

"Deputy Parrish." He corrected.

Rafael sees the evidence bag Stilinski is holding, "Sheriff, what is that? Is that the weapon?"

"Yeah, it's a thermo-cut wire..."

"Parrish, hold up!" Rafael walked over to Violet. "Thermo-cut wire is... a very unusual weapon, Violet. Now, we've got a file at the bureau on something similar... Used in over a dozen murders."

Violet mockingly said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here."

"Maybe we should call your parents, then. Oh, no... That's right- you don't have any parents. That why they call you The Orphans." He gave a sly smile. "We need to find her boyfriend Garrett."

Stilinski walked over to Coach, "Coach, I'm gonna need both their locker numbers... And someone find me a set of bolt cutters..."

~Animal Clinic~

Stiles and Derek have taken Brett to the animal clinic and are trying to hold him down so Deaton could make an incision in his chest. Brett is seizing and foaming at the mouth. "What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles asked.

Deaton said, "He's been poisoned by a rare form of Wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible."

Derek and Stiles tried their hardest to hold him down, "Hey Derek? How about a little Werewolf strength?"

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with Werewolf strength..." Derek said struggling.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." Stiles looked at Derek with a surprised looked at Deaton's warning. Brett jerks and throws Derek and Stiles off. Brett gets up and starts running, but Peter punches him in the face, knocking him out. Derek looked at Peter cautiously and Peter looks at him with glowing blue eyes.

"I guess I still have a little Werewolf strength myself."

"Yeah, maybe more than a little," Derek replied which made Peter smirk. Derek looked down at the claw marks on his arm, which weren't healing.

Stiles kneels next to Brett, "Hey, Doc? I don't think he's breathing. Is he okay?" Stiles asked as Deaton cut the center of his chest, releasing a puff of yellow gas. Peter and Derek watch at Derek's wound healed on his arm. Derek was relieved to know that his powers weren't entirely gone.

"I think he'll be okay. But he'll probably be out for a while." Deaton informed them.

"Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something..." Stiles leaned closer.

Brett muttered, "The sun... the moon... the truth. The sun... the moon... the truth..."

"Three things cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. It's Buddhist." Deaton said.

"...Satomi," Peter said with a groan.

At the school, Scott breaks into Garret's locker while Liam played lookout. "You find anything?" Liam asked.

Scott quickly zipped up the bag, that was full of cash, "No. Nothing." he replied.

~The Next Morning~

Melissa was on the phone with the electric company. "I know that I'm a month late- three months late? Oh. Are you sure it's three months? Okay, I understand... Um, but if you could just turn the power back on for just a few hours, that would be great. I have a refrigerator full of food that's going to go bad and obviously I don't have the money to run out and replace three-hundred dollars worth of groceries... So I am more than happy to beg..."

Upstairs Scott is listening to her as the bag of cash lay stashed under his bed. I knock on the bedroom door, "Hey... you okay?"

He jumped up, "Yeah, you?"

I smiled, "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday it's just... I heard you and Derek talking in the locker room."

Scott walked closer, "Don't be, it's my fault I was just under a lot of stress and I didn't know what I was saying."

"I believe- AHHHHH!" I grabbed my chest area in pain.

"What? What is it?" Scott asked worriedly. I removed my hand from my chest and there was a long cut, the same cut as Brett.

"Scott... I don't feel-" Just then everything went dark.

~To Be Continued~