2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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⚯ 𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 ⚯

It was the following evening and Brooklyn Hale sat in the back of Stiles' jeep next to Liam with the two best friends up front. The road was silent as they drove along it in the eerie night. A buzz noice sounded through the air and a message lit up on Scott's phone screen. "He's headed to the school." the Alpha read aloud the text from Argent.

'He' was Jordan Parrish. He'd asked the pack to follow him this evening when his supernatural abilities kick in and he essentially goes sleep walking. They were going to find out exactly what he gets up to and make sure he wasn't adding to the growing list of bodies.

"Why's Parrish headed to the school?" Liam questioned, pushing his head in between the two front seats.

"It's not Parrish. At least not right now." Scott corrected.

"Okay, why's the Hellhound going to the school?" the beta rephrased.

"Cause he's got a yearning for higher education." Stiles remarked. "Liam, Hellhound's at the school, so, we're going to the school. Okay?"

The Stilinski pressed down on the accelerator, flooring the vehicle down the road. They arrived at Beacon Hills High School in record time and unloaded from the baby blue jeep. The three older teens scanned the outside of the building that was in complete silence when a large bang was heard from behind them. They all turned with disappointed looks upon their faces at Liam who'd slammed the jeep door shut. "Sorry." the boy sheepishly apologised.

The four of them walked deeper into the school grounds where they met Argent. "Where's Parrish?" Brooklyn asked seeing that there was no sign of the deputy-by-day.

"I lost him." Argent confessed, "He's moving too fast."

"Scott." Liam called. They all faced him to see him peering in the other direction. He was looking straight at an unknown person who lay in the middle of the wet floor on his back. "He's not moving at all."

The five of them moved in his direction, Stiles reluctantly. As they got closer they could see the guy had a large slash across his chest with blood pouring from it that coated the floor below him as well as his clothes. They stepped over the poor fellow and carried on walking to come across another body just the same.

Behind that, was worse. One of the obnoxious yellow school buses had its back doors wide open and inside lay many bodies. The interior was pretty much coated in a layer of red as the victim's bodies drained of blood. Though the most disturbing feature was that a pair of ice blue eyes stood above them all. "Guys." Brooke got the boys' attention, "Look."

Their eyes all widened as they saw the massacre scene. One of the people closest to them suddenly moved. They picked up their head, looking at the five of them and reached out their hand desperately. "Help me." he drawled.

Scott began taking a few steps forward as Parrish appeared from around the school building with sparks of orange flame coming off his body. "It's a trap." he stated, not even sparing them a glance as he stopped just ahead of them.

"Please..." the guy in the bus croaked.

Scott took another couple steps forward making Brooklyn latch onto his arm. "You can't help him." the Hellhound affirmed. Suddenly, the guy on the bus' body was cut in half and his torso fell from the vehicle and onto the concrete bellow. Blood spilled from his severed waist and his organs made a horrid squelching noise as they made impact with the ground. The group all shuddered back.

The Beast began to move then, his large black paws gripping onto the seats inside as he made his way out. Whips of black smoke came from him dark body while he let out a low growl. "That's big. No one said it was that big." Stiles muttered.