It wasn't long before we showed up at an abandoned subway. I followed the others in, but stayed behind so Derek could focus on helping Erica. I sat down on a random bench, chewing on my bottom lip nervously and my eyes shutting even tighter as Erica's screams got louder and louder. It wasn't until I heard footsteps that I finally opened my eyes, finding Derek's instantly.
"You know who it is." Scott said as they walked closer to me.
"Jackson." Derek said as he sat down next to me.
"You just wanted Erica to confirm it. Didn't you?" I watched as Derek nodded his head, looking somewhere else in the room. "I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack. If you want me in. Fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him."
"And?"
"And we do it my way."
"Hold on, you said you wanted to kill him earlier... did you not?" I finally spoke up, questioning Scott.
"Yeah, but I was mad, I didn't actually mean it."
"I'll pretend I believe you." I smiled gently at Scott before turning my attention to Derek. "Hey, uh, can we talk?"
"Yeah, sure." I pulled him to the other side of the abandoned subway, not letting go of his hand.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so serious, but, um... what are we?" I watched as his eyes changed emotion before he went back to his usual hard face, looking behind me at something. "I-I'm sorry if that's too forward, I just don't know if we're dating or if I'm just some hookup or-,"
He pressed his lips to mine to shut me up before leaning back. I looked up at him, confused.
"Sorry, I- can we just... can we wait to put a label on us?"
"Um, sure... I guess we can?" I said, but it came out more as a question because I was confused, but I didn't wanna pry. There's obviously something going on that he doesn't wanna talk about.
"Great." He said, bringing me out of my thoughts. A small smile broke through for a split second before his jaw locked again.
"Skyla!" I heard Stiles call out.
"Guess that's my cue to leave... I'll see you Friday."
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It didn't take long before it was finally Friday and time for the rave. Scott and Stiles ended up getting tickets too because Jackson was after the ticket lady there.
"Alright, Stiles, you got the mountain ash and you, Skyla are coming with me." Scott explained as we stood outside of Stiles' Jeep.
"Ok, but where's Derek? He was supposed to pick me up, but I had to come with you idiots instead."
"He's, uh, preoccupied." I rolled my eyes at Scott as we stepped onto the elevator.
"That's all you can give me? Preoccupied, really?" I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the back wall.
"I just... don't wanna make you worry, but he is saving our lives right now."
"I'm not worried, but thanks." I smiled gently at him as the elevator came to a stop, blasting music blaring in my ears and strobing lights hurting my eyes.
"Okay, you got the Ketamine?" Scott asked as we walked further into the room. I nodded my head as I scanned the place for Jackson. I watched as Scott walked away, probably looking for Allison.
I suddenly felt a hand on my back and I balled my fist, ready to punch the person until I was met with a somewhat familiar pair of blue eyes.
"Oh, hey! You're part of Derek's pack, right?" I tried my best to shout over the music.
"Yeah, I'm Isaac!"
"Skyla!"
"Would you like to dance?"
"Sure!" The sooner I get on the dance floor, the sooner I can find Jackson. Isaac grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor, our bodies eased into the music, dancing along to the beat. I made sure to keep an eye out and it wasn't long before I spotted Jackson. "Hey, I'll be right back!"
I walked into the crowd until I reached Jackson, pulling him back over to Isaac. I danced with both of them, making sure to get closer to Jackson. Just as I was about to put the syringe into his neck, I felt claws digging into the side of me.
"She belongs to me." He said before releasing his claws and I fell to the ground, dropping the syringe. Isaac helped me up before going after Jackson himself, I clutched to my side until I felt the pain go away. Great, now my shirt is stained. Once I looked back up I saw an unconscious Jackson in Isaac's arms, I ran over to him, following him into an elevator.
"Do you need help? He looks pretty heavy."
"No, I got him."
We reached a metal room that had Erica and a chair in it. I looked at Erica who made an ugly face at me as Isaac placed Jackson down in the chair. We kinda just stood around staring at Jackson until Stiles came in, startling Erica.
"Oh, no, no, no! It's just me, it's just me! Don't freak." Stiles said, freaked out because Erica was probably gonna kill him. "Is he ok?"
"Well..." Isaac said as he walked over to Jackson. "Let's find out." He pulled out his claws and stuck them into his neck, Jackson didn't move, but Isaac fell to the ground in pain.
"Ok, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles said, still freaked out. I gave him a bit of an unsure look as I decided to speak up.
"I thought the Ketamine stuff was supposed to put him out?"
"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're gonna get... so, let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight." I was about to say something in response until I saw Jackson move his head and open his eyes.
"I'm here." He said, causing us to all look at him, I jumped and grabbed onto Isaac's arm. "I'm right here with you."
Stiles somehow worked up the courage to walk over to Jackson and squat down in front of him, but I stayed clinging onto Isaac.
"Jackson, is that you?"
"Us. We're all here." All? As in multiple people?
"Are you the one killing people?"
"We are the ones killing murderers."
"So, all the people you've killed so far-," Stiles started, but whoever was in Jackson's mind cut him off.
"Deserved it."
"So we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers."
"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied."
"Alright, so the people you're killing are all murderers, then."
"All. Each. Everyone."
"Well, who did they murder?"
"Me." That freaked me out even more than this already had.
"Wait, what? What do you mean?"
"They murdered me." How does any of this make sense? "They murdered me."
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Chaotic | Derek Hale
Werewolf"Derek..." I said his name faintly as I felt the life drain out of me and saw the look on his face, I heard a faint 'noooo' as he ran towards me and the last thing I remember was the feeling of his hands on my body before everything went black.
