Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Forty-Five

I'm back?! Oh my gosh, I finally have the motivation to write some more. Of course it might be a while for the next chapter, sadly. But I have made one for you guys. It mostly a filler but it's something at this point.

If you guys would like to see more McHale content, please let know. If you would like more action, let me know. It would really help me with how I will continue this story.

Anyway, enough talking, let's get back to the story finally!

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It's the year 1943. Middle of the desert.

An army truck pulls up, two young men inside, along with other occupants. The driver climbs out, communicating with the other man, his friend.

"There's an answer, I swear. Come on, just try," As his friend climbs out from the passenger side, the two move to the back as the driver repeats the riddle, "What gets broken without being held?"

The friend looks bothered that his friend was making jokes at the moment as the two come around to the back, "I don't care,"

They drop the hatch as the driver gives up and tells the answer, "A promise. Get it?"

The two look at each other as the happy facade is gone all in the moments of silence, "No, I don't. It's stupid," He gestures to the bodies they were ordered to get rid of, "It's not funny. None of this is funny,"

The driver shakes his head as the two are encased in silence, reaching for the first body, which happens to be a young woman. A young woman dressed in a black and white floral dress, paired with a lavender cover up, black shoes covering her feet. There's a wound on her head, dried blood stuck to her forehead to the side of her face.

As the men carry the body over ways to an area past the road where more bodies had been long since dumped, the driver tries again, "What has teeth but doesn't bite?"

"Will you shut up already?" The passenger groans, wanting to get the job done before the sun fully rises.

"Come on. This one's good. What has teeth but doesn't bite?" Knowing the passenger won't answer, he answers himself, "A comb," they set down the woman's body on top of others before moving back towards the truck.

"These jokes are stupid," The passenger shakes his head.

"They're not jokes, idiot. They're riddles," They stand by the truck, reaching for another body, this time a man in a white shirt with bullet holes in his chest, "My girl back home loves them,"

"What has a neck but no head?" They walk back again.

"Your mother," The passenger instantly comments.

"A bottle," He gives his friend a look as he grabs the two gas cans. The freezes in his spot as he turns and finds a man standing in the midst of the bodies, gauze all around his body.

"What the hell?" The passenger exclaims in confusion and horror. As the man starts to limp towards them, he whips his gun out and fires. The man flinches as the bullets enter his body, but continues his ascent.

The man in gauze growls as the driver trips over a gas can he'd drooped and ran for cover. The passenger shoots again, but the man grabs the gun and turns it towards the passengers stomach, pulling the trigger thrice, killing him instantly.

The man in gauze creeps around the truck, finding the driver pulling at the handle of the driver side door, unable to get it open in time. The man grabs the driver's head, turning his attention to him before repeating the driver's riddle, "What has a neck but no head?"