OᑭEᑎ ᗯOᑌᑎᗪ ◎ ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕠𝕟 ◎

Chapter 15

We found ourselves in a long corridor. The overhanging lights flickered inconsistently. "Where are we?" Landon asked. "Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital." Alaric answered pointing at a wall. "Why does it look like this?" Lizzie asked. Papers littered the vinyl tiled floor. Some of the ceiling lights had been shattered. Claw marks raked the walls and floors. Numerous bullet casings found near the corpses of dead militiamen who were surrounded by blood.

One of the bodies looked different from the rest. Partly due to the outfit they were wearing. Which happened to be a white v-neck t-shirt, black jacket, dark blue jeans, and leather boots. They had short brown hair and some facial scruff. Peter Hale...the man who turned Scott into a werewolf, was dead. "Probably went out fighting." Alaric pointed out looking at the squad of dead militiamen around the Hale. An uneasy silence lasted for what seemed like minutes before being interrupted by a gunshot.

We turned around to see a woman walk around the corner with a gun in her hand. "Where is he?!" She exclaimed. "I was wondering when you'd show your ugly ass face." A woman voiced behind us. We turned back around to find a woman with her back turned to us. She was wearing a tight pair of faded black jeans. The ends of which were shoved into black combat boots. A black military-styled denim jacket covered her torso. The back was adorned with a red symbol that had been stitched on. It was Scott's pack symbol. The woman leaned a shotgun against her right shoulder as she turned around to face the other woman. She lowered the heavy-duty weapon. Underneath her jacket was a white henley with the buttons undone. The woman's black hair was done into a messy bun. "Is that Scott's mom?" Josie pointed out. "Damn...work it girl." Kaleb sounded. We all looked at him unamused. "What? Come on, you all were thinking the same thing." He stated.

"Where. Is. McCall?" The black woman asked. "Cute how you believe I'll just tell you, Monroe." Mrs. McCall countered with a smirk. Monroe aimed the gun at the mother. "You want to die...don't you?" She asked her. "If it means protecting him. Gladly, Monroe." Melissa shot back aiming the shotgun at the hunter. Monroe ducked for cover as Melissa pulled the trigger. "You're going to lose, Monroe. It's inevitable." Melissa stated pumping the shotgun before firing again. "And if dying here means my son gets to live to make that come true...then so be it. Because there is not one goddamn thing on this planet that is greater than a parent's love for their child. Going to such lengths as to die for their survival. I'll always make that choice." Melissa told her firing again and again as Monroe scrambled back down the hall. "Rot in hell, Monroe." Melissa added aiming the gun at Monroe before a gunshot was heard. Melissa groaned looking to her right to find a lone militiamen struggling to reload his gun...and to breathe. Melissa collapsed to a knee before she stood, aimed the shotgun with one hand and fired into the soldier's chest, killing him. Melissa clutched her side with a groan. "Son of a bitch." She muttered. Melissa turned her attention back to Monroe. She was standing in the middle of the hall aiming her pistol at Melissa. "My turn." Monroe voiced before pulling the trigger. Melissa cried out in pain falling to the floor. She crawled down the hall smearing blood across the vinyl floor as tears blurred my vision. Melissa leaned against the wall looking at Monroe, with bloody lips.

"I'll ask you one last time. Where is Scott McCall?" Monroe asked. Melissa spat blood in her face. "Go...to hell." She snarled. "Mom?" A voice called. "Well, would you look at that? He found us instead." Monroe sounded turning around. We turned to find Scott transformed into his werewolf form, his eyes glowing crimson red. "GET. AWAY. FROM HER!!" Scott growled. "What's the matter, Scott? It's not like she was gonna make it out alive anyway. What's one more of your dwindling pack dead?" Monroe taunted with a smirk. Scott ran at Monroe with a painful roar. He bounded off a wall slamming his foot into Monroe's face. The strength of the impact knocking her unconscious almost immediately.

Scott dropped to the floor in his human form beside Melissa. "Scott?! Scott-" Derek called out rounding the corner in werewolf form. Derek was wearing a simple black tanktop, blue jeans, and black boots.

Derek slowed to a stop as he found Peter's dead body on the floor before closing his eyes and dropping his head. "I'll take care of Malia." Derek whispered before going to Scott and Melissa. "Mom? Mom! Hey! Wake up! Wake up!" Scott voiced holding his mom's head. Melissa opened her eyes. "Scott...honey. Get out....Now." She strained, her breathing shallow. "No! Not without you! I am not leaving you here to die." Scott cried. "Honey, I'm as good as dead." His mother told him with a weak smile. Monroe got to her feet. "How does it feel, Scott?" Monroe asked him. Scott got to his feet his hands curled tightly into fists. "I'm gonna rip out your heart and SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!!" Scott shouted as he was stopped by Derek. "Scott. Go. I've got this." Melissa told him rising to her feet. "What?! No, mom you're hurt." Scott said. "You've saved us hundreds of times. It's time I save my son...from this evil bitch." Melissa spat. "No!" Scott retorted. "You don't have a choice. Derek." Melissa sounded. Derek grabbed Scott and pulled him to us. Scott tried everything in his power to break free. To save his mother as he screamed out. Derek dragged him down the hall and through the doors as Scott screamed. His screams turned into roars and howls.

"You're a fool." Monroe told Melissa. "Maybe...but...I'm dying a hero. You're dying a murderous asshole." Melissa shot back. "Wrong. Hasn't anyone ever told you not to bring your fists to a gun fight?" Monroe asked with a smirk. "She didn't. She brought something better." A voice announced. Monroe turned around. "She brought a Stiles." Stiles announced. Stiles was wearing black military pants, boots, and t-shirt. He wore the same jacket as Melissa and an ear piece in his right ear.

Monroe didn't have time to react before Stiles swung a bloody metal baseball bat into Monroe hand, making her drop the gun. Stiles twirled the bat around his hand. "That was for blinding Malia." He spat before smashing the bat into the side of her knee. "And that was for my dad." Stiles snarled as she fell to the floor. Stiles shares a look with Melissa. "Look after him for me. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." Melissa told him as she cried. "Melissa...it's Scott we're talking about. He'll always do something stupid." Stiles told her before hugging her one last time. "Give her hell, Melissa....And say hi to my dad." He added with a smile. "I will. Now go." Melissa stated before Stiles ran down the hall.

Melissa looked down at Monroe. "It's over, Monroe." She strained. "It won't matter. Because I've--" She started searching for something in her jacket. "Looking for this?" Melissa asked holding up a detonator. Monroe's eyes went wide. "You killed...so many people. My husband, his father, his friends, and his pack. Well...guess what? Where you're going...is a place far worse than death." Melissa spat. "Melissa...you're clear." Stiles' voice sounded. Melissa smirked. "Rot in hell, Bitch." Melissa voiced with a smile before detonating the hospital.

I gasped with wide eyes as we appeared outside the hospital, watching it explode and collapse. To my right, I found Scott screaming. He was being held back by Derek, Stiles, and Isaac. I furrowed my brows noticing that he had two glowing tattoos on his body. My eyes grew wide. This was current Scott. I took a step forward before the Nogitsune appeared beside Scott. "Where is the knife? I'll make this end." He asked him. "Hope! Now!" Alaric shouted. The Nogitsune snapped his attention over to us. "NO!" He started. "SCOTT!!!" I screamed. Scott lifted his head. He turned around to find us. "H-Hope?" He croaked in tears. The Nogitsune growled pouncing at Scott. "SCOTT!! LOOK OUT!!!" I cried out before Scott held the void kitsune by his throat. "I'm done playing your mind games, fox." Scott spat before he threw him away. Scott ran to us before the Nogitsune rose to his feet.m and let out a monstrous roar. "MCCALL!!" It exclaimed before speeding after the Alpha. "Scott take my hand!" I shouted. Scott reached out to grab it but was knocked aside by a blur of black. Scott tumbled along the ground before slowing to a stop dragging black claws along the asphalt. He looked up at the kitsune with glowing red eyes and in his wolf form. Scott ran at the mummified kitsune before leaping over it and landed in front of me. He stretched out his hand and I grabbed it. A strong gust of wind swirled around us as the others helped pull Scott. The Nogitsune roared in anger as he held onto Scott's ankles. "I WILL NOT BE TRAPPED EVER AGAIN!" Nogitsune shouted. "WELL, TOO! FUCKING! BAD!" Scott snapped before slamming his foot into its face. The fox let go before we pulled Scott to us. Seconds later, we were enveloped by a blinding light as I held Scott close to me.