True Crime (Teen wolf Derek Hale X Male OC)

Chapter 8 - Kicking up dirt

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The sleek black car roared down the driveway, the car itself was beautiful, sleek and powerful and left an interesting contrast to the ruined home behind it.

Stiles' jeep slowly crept past the car as Derek left, to do what I wasn't sure. But it wouldn't matter for long anyway.

Scott, Stiles and I were currently outside of the home of a possibly homicidal werewolf, shovels in hand. This couldn't end well.

"Do you smell it?" I whisper yelled to Scott, not that there was anyone around to need to sneak past though. It just felt right.

Scott sniffed the air, which looked both stupid and cool at the same time. "Somethings... off"

"Off how?"

"I'm not sure, let's just dig this thing up."

We crept past the house and started digging. I wasn't fully convinced Derek was the murderer, but he was the only other werewolf we knew about, and he never even bothered to deny being the killer.

"This is taking too long" Scott had supernatural strength and he was already complaining.

"Just keep going" Stiles whisper yelled back

"And if he catches us, I have a plan" We all huddled closer to stiles to hear his plan. "You run one way, I run another. And Alan is the sacrifice."

"What!" I whispered loudly at him "There is not a chance on god's green earth I'm going to be the sacrifice."

We started digging faster, Scott quickly outpacing us both with his werewolf strength.

"Stop, Stop, Stop!" Stiles yelled at them, as he threw his shovel and reached into the hole. All of us got down to the ground to dig at the hole with our hands, slowly unveiling some kind of... bag?

Stiles and Scott both ripped at the bag's drawstring, fumbling with it until it ripped open, and a dead wolf hit the ground with a sickening squelch. Make that half of a dead wolf.

"Great job, Alan. You lead us to Derek's dead sister" I knew Stiles was mocking me, but that was actually a pretty funny joke.

"We gotta get out of here." Scott had been more anxious than Stiles this whole time, his gaze drifting from the hole to the road. Scott was reasonably terrified of Derek, he was more

experienced and stronger. Though I got the feeling if he wanted us dead he would've killed us by now.

Something about him told me he was a nice guy, But could a guy who murders women in the forest be a nice guy? probably not. Though seeing as it was a wolf that was buried here, maybe he wasn't the killer.

Stiles nodded, "Help me cover this up"

Stiles went to grab his shovel, before apparently getting distracted by a pretty flower.

"Do you see that flower? I think it's wolfsbane." Of course, Stiles would be the one to spot Wolfsbane in the dark while digging for a dead body.

Scott made the mistake of questioning Stiles.

"Haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man? Lon Chaney Jr.? or Claude Rains? The original classic werewolf movie?" I loved movies and hadn't heard of a single thing he just said. Scott hadn't either "You are so unprepared for this"

Stiles went to pick the flower, and like some magic trick began pulling a large rope out of the ground.

Stiles continued pulling the rope, ripping up a trail of it around the hole, me and Scott stepped back as stiles walked in circles around the grave, revealing an almost perfect spiral.

Stiles dropped the rope in shock, as what used to be the torso of a dead wolf was now the torso of a very dead woman. What the hell?

The sun shined through the treeline, an almost picturesque view if it weren't for the now active crime scene that had been established at the Hale house. Though it was probably about to be a double crime scene, as Stiles snuck out of his jeep and into the police car holding Derek Hale.

"Can you hear what's happening?" I asked Scott

"No, it's too far away"

"I should've been the one to do it, Stiles is gonna piss his pants the moment Derek bares his fangs" They both chuckled at that, thankful they could still find the humour in things after everything that happened. This moment didn't last long.

They watched Stiles get ripped out of the car by his father, not good. Being the son of the sheriff seemed to get Stiles special privilege, as his father simply let him scramble back to his car.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burials" Scott was trying to research what they'd just seen as stiles drove them away from the crime scene.

"Keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual. Like they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill. Like something you have to learn." It was obvious Stiles had been overjoyed to learn his friend was an actual werewolf, I found it pretty cool too.

"I'll put it on my to-do list. Right underneath: Figure out how the hell I'm playing the game tonight." Scott was still obsessed with playing in tonight's game, apparently. He thought it was pretty stupid, and as much as he told Scott it was a bad idea, he wouldn't listen.

I was starting to think Derek was right, what happened when Scott ripped Jackson apart on the field? or another innocent kid? He doubted he'd be able to stop Scott now even if he put a gun to his head. But maybe Derek could.

"No, I can't--I can't breathe." Was Scott having an asthma attack? I knew he used to get those, but he was a werewolf now. Scott lurched forward and cried out in pain, "Pull over!"

Stiles was just as panicked as he slammed on the brakes, "What's Happening?"

Scott yanked open the bag at his feet, revealing the wolfsbane rope. "You kept it?'

"What was I supposed to do with it" Both Stiles and I hopped out of the jeep and ran to throw the bag into the woods, away from Scott. Silence.

The street was completely silent, with no wind or Scott's yelling. nothing. Turning back to the jeep, Scott's door was wide open, and Scott was nowhere to be seen.

"Scott?" Stiles called out. Suddenly, there was movement from behind the jeep. I peered around and couldn't see Scott. Until my eyes landed on two glowing yellow orbs through the car window.

Scott begins to stalk right, heading towards us. Stiles and I step right, attempting to keep the jeep between us. "Don't do this, Scott."

Was this the second time he's tried to kill us? Or stiles at least. Scott steps left again, and we step right.

Scott angrily starts to bang his hands again the jeep, rocking it with his superhuman strength. He begins to bang on it, again and again, attempting to crush us with the car. "Stop!"

Scott's clawed hands latch onto the jeep as he pulls himself onto the roof, now standing above us in his complete werewolf form.

Stiles falls onto his butt as Scott begins to rise up from a crouched position, and just as it looks like he could pounce on us, I reach for the bag full of wolfsbane, thrusting it forwards to hopefully deter him.

It works, Scott lets out an anguished roar, howling at the sky. Stiles and I move like hell and scramble into the jeep, Stiles slams on the gas pedal and Scotts form can be heard trying to hold onto the roof before plummeting onto the road behind us.

Too rattled to look back, I can only imagine Scott bounding back towards the tree line, out of sight.

What the hell were they meant to do now?