Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

Everybody Wants To Rule the World

Scott's POV
It's been a while. A while since anything bad has happened.
But here I am.
Fighting.
Surviving.
Again.

I wasn't even 100% sure where we were. It was an abandoned mall I think. I can only make that assumption based on the escalators I see behind the other pack.
A freaking alpha pack.

Allison and Stiles were up on the second floor and she was shooting arrows and blinding the others but it was affecting all of us.
Those damn twins.
I knew there was something about them.
And him.
He stood there.
No one ever got close to him.

He stood in all black with a leather jacket and tinted glasses holding his cane.
Deucalion.
Boyd was fighting someone twice the size of him and Isaac was getting the shit kicked out of him by the twins.
The girl with no shoes and Derek were about 50/50. Each getting weaker by the second.

And I was trying to heal.
I'm on the ground watching everything in slow motion.
Watching my friends die.
Everytime I would breathe, dust and dirt filled my lungs making it harder.

Stassi wasn't around.
She's been back in New York.
She told us it was for business.
But I heard her heartbeat.
And I heard the hesitation.

But I had known better than to question her and her intentions.
I trusted her with my life.
But I wish that there was a way to signal her.
'Help us. We're dying. We need you.'

In the midst of the fighting and my laid out in the rubble. Deucalion stood upright and I could see his eyes, and I knew he couldn't see me, but I felt his eyes.
They saw right through me.

I heard Boyd roar out as his opponent stuck his claws in his back holding him up.
It was nighttime and the only light we got was from the crescent moon.
So it glistened and was a soft blue.

It has taken me laying here, choking on dust and bleeding out watching my friends get beaten, to realize the beauty of the moon.
How she dies every night to let the sun breathe, and asks for nothing in return.

And I look up to see Allison and the moonlight kisses her pale skin.
My anchor.
My strength.
I've done everything to protect her.
371 days later and I love her the same as I did last October.

Get up.
Get up and fight.
Fight for what they believe in.
Fight for those you believe in you.

I struggled to push myself up and I roared out in pain.
"Scott!"
"Scott stay down!"
I didn't recognize the voices.
Were they my enemies or my friends?
Do I listen or do I push on?
Involuntarily, I pushed on.
It was my nature.

I got to my knees and I watched as my forearms shook.
I was exhausted and wounded.
I coughed and spit blood from my mouth.
I was almost to my feet when I was blinded.
A force has pushed me back as if to say, 'Rest. Well take it from here.'
I rolled off of my balance and laid on my side holding my head up to shielding the light with my hand.

I looked over to my right and illuminated by the light was Derek. He looked in a confused awe and then made eye contact with me. Large chest heaving up and down squinting.

I dared to look at it.
It was thick and solid.
It had come from the sky and crashed through the glass ceiling in a solid tube like and it was so bright.
It was white and there were strips of color.
The color purple.

The light vanished.
She absorbed it and the rest trickled around her feet.
Her back was to me but I knew all to well that she had come to save our asses once again.

After the room dimmed and the only light remained from the moon, it was still.
The kind of stillness that scientists look for far off from here.