Animagus

Chapter Eighty-Three: Mexico

~La Iglesia~

Kira wakes up in the dungeon on top of hundreds of bones. The door to the cell opens and she gets up to check it out. It's too dark to see so she feels her way down the hallway, not knowing she's being watched by something... or someone. The Berserker lifted his head and stepped out from its hiding place, and started following Kira. Kira saw what seemed to be a way out so she began to hurry towards that way. Suddenly a Berserker blocked her path so she turned around when another stood behind her.

The Berserker grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. She struggled against his grip when she noticed a tattoo on the Berserker's arm. "Scott?" He threw her to the ground as he went to attack her again, Kate roared causing him to stop.

"I'm going to have to do a better job of covering that up..." she said referring to the tattoo.

"What did you do to him?" Kira asked angrily.

"How—that's the better story. You see, when I first got away from the Calaveras, I had nowhere to go... But something kept pulling me here, to the temple of Tezcatlipoca. His name means, 'smoking mirror,' and this place is a temple of the smoking mirror. Obsidian. When I got here, I found the Berserkers waiting for me. They helped me survive. I don't know quite why until just recently— until I decided to trust someone I never thought Id trust. It was then that I found out I could not only control the Berserkers, but I could create them. They call me La Loba, 'The Bone Woman.' We let you out because I needed to test his loyalty. Did you know that Scott became an Alpha without having to kill anyone? He's been through quite a lot without having to kill. I think it's time to change that." Kate explained.

Scott pulls an antler off his chest and stabs Kira in the stomach with it, "...Scott..."

~Beacon Hills Sheriff Department~

Stiles and his dad are in his office, Stilinski closes the door. "You are not going to Mexico!"

"Dad, Scott, and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. I think that's a pretty good reason to go to Mexico!" Stiles pointed out.

Stilinski sighed, "Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this—"

"Yeah..."

"—The best thing to do is to go through the proper channels."

"Dad—" Stiles groaned.

"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points..." Stilinski said when Stiles interrupted.

"Dad, I can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices, okay? Someone needs to go down there right now, find them, and rescue them! I'm going."

Stilinski straightened up, "I can keep you from going."

Stiles shrugged, "I'd find a way."

Stilinski crossed his arms, "I can throw you in a cell!"

"Id still find a way."

Stilinski sighed, "Stiles, please— just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision by some guy with a third eye."

Stiles nodded slowly, "Look, I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if I have to. If nothing comes up, then I'll book two flights to Mexico. We'll both go, okay?"