Imperfections are Beautiful

A Lot in the Loft

Everyone stood in the loft, trying to figure out what happened. Peter finally calmed down when he smelled it. Red hots.

"Ugh, of course the nephew had to be gay..." War appeared on top of Derek's table. He was sitting straight backed with his legs crossed.

Everyone spun to see him smirking at them. He raised his hand as if to wave. "Ah, glad to have your attention.." He snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a crying Lydia appeared next to him. He stood and grabbed her arm before she could run to Peter.

"Peter.." She said weakly to him.

The side of her face was bruised and Peter's anger rose intensely. He was going to kill this guy for what he did to her.

"Of course, one gay werewolf doesn't really give me the chaos I love.. Peter, I'm giving you the choice."

"What?" Peter said through gritted teeth.

"Either you kill the boy," he nodded towards Derek, "or your pretty little girlfriend will have her pretty little neck snapped."

"You can't be serious.." Stiles stared at him.

"Oh, I am." War studied Stiles for awhile. "For kicks and giggles, he'll die too if you don't do what I want, Peter."

Stiles and Derek looked at each other. If War holds true to his promise, one of them won't be alive after tonight.

Peter sighed angrily and turned to Derek.

"No, Peter.." Stiles pleaded.

Peter took a few steps towards his nephew, which also brought him closer to War. He stopped half way.

Derek, figuring he'd have to fight his uncle to keep Stiles alive, met him the rest of the way.

War laughed and applauded. "That's the spirit!"

Peter took the first swing; Derek easily dodged it. Peter looked in War's direction without turning his head. When he looked back at Derek, his nephew could see the anger in his brilliantly blue eyes. Derek got the idea.

The younger werewolf took a few steps towards War while facing Peter. His uncle growled and lunged. Missing Derek by a few inches, he landed on War.

War pushed Lydia away angrily. He straightened up to his full height, about a head taller than Peter. His eyes glowed red like an alpha werewolf's but darker.

"No tricks." He said deeply as he pushed his palm against Peter's chest with force. Everyone, aside from Peter, could see a supernatural energy that surrounded the Horseman's hand and Peter's chest. It disappeared as soon as the contact between them ended.

Peter went flying across the room and hit his head on the wall.  He fell to the ground unconscious.

A/N
I feel like this chapter is crappy. Is it? Idk...
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