2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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╋ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓭 ╋

The seconds after the gunshot was fired, it was eerily silent. The only thing that could be heard was the ragged breaths of Brooklyn Hale mixed with her dying sobs. She smoothly tucked the gun back into the waistband of her jeans and continued to listen out. But no cries, breaths, laughs or hurtful words reached her ears besides her own.

Her body loosened and stopped shaking as she could finally relax. The thing was gone. The thing that took on the form of her mother. The Anuk-ite. It took the Hale girl still a few minutes to fully regather herself and wipe the few tears still cascading down her swollen face away. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and was oh so thankful to find nothing but an empty corridor in front of her.

Brooke only just felt her heart slow down into a normal rhythm right before it picked up again. She was safe and well, but someone else wasn't. Her eyes blazing their magnificent purple, the girl pushed herself off the wall she'd supported herself on. Her legs wobbled for a few steps as she started to walk down the school corridor but she was soon able to put one foot in front of the other just fine.

When she was able to do that, she took a moment to brace herself before taking off in a run. Instantly, the top of her right thigh burned like crazy and sent horrible pains right through her. Her forearm stung as well from her pumping her arms to gain speed but it wasn't quite as bad as her other two gunshot wounds. Though in her mind she was the most determined and persistent she'd ever been, her body still didn't want to full comply and she ended up hitting into walls a little a couple of times.

Brooklyn still didn't stop. The hallways and all that decorated them blurred in her peripheral vision as she raced through Beacon Hills High School. The place where nothing good seems to happen. The Hale was a panting mess by the time she was anywhere near her destination, her knowing this by the pull growing stronger, but she powered on through the final strides and arrived outside of the large library.

Shoving open the doors without a sliver of hesitation, Brooke was met with a scene she would never forget in all her life. Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Derek were all crowded around the grand steps with strong looks of worry and anxiousness written into their tired faces clearly. Then there was Scott, the one everyone was looking at slumped on the stairs. He had huge heaps of blood running down his cheeks and chin all coming from one place. His eyes.

It didn't take a genius to guess what he had done. To outsmart and ultimately defeat the Anuk-ite he'd clawed his eyes out so that there wasn't even the temptation of opening them and being turned to stone like all the other victims of the creatures gaze. But he lay there not healing and it was bad. Really bad. The time left that he could spend like this was ticking down and Brooklyn knew it. She could feel it, she could physically feel it. It was like it was clawing at her skin and urging her to run to his side.

So that's exactly what she did, she sprinted the length of the room and dropped to her knees beside him as the others turned at the sound of her footfalls and breathed out sighs of relief. Brooke could feel the tears begin to fall back down her face again as she stared at the battered body of her boyfriend for only a split second. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he could of possibly heard or been taunted with, but if it was anything quite like what hers had been, she knew he had good reason to do this to himself.

"Brooke?" Scott asked shakily. With not being able to see he relied on his sense of smell to detect who came into the room and he immediately recognised her familiar scent which he felt he would know anywhere now.

"I'm here, I'm here." the Hale girl replied with just as a wobbly tone.

Placing her hands on his firm chest, the healer's eyes burned brightly. She felt the gnawing sensation leave her and euphoria take over its place as she used her abilities to heal the boy she loved with her whole heart. After a few moments, Scott opened his eyes and stared back into her chocolate ones as his returned back to normal, the exact same colour as hers.