From Demigods to Werewolves

Chapter 56: Atlantia

It turned out that the person who shot the Chemist was Scott's Dad, Rafael, was the one who shot the Chemist. I had disappeared back to my car at Scott's home so I wouldn't have to answer questions about why I was there but after that shadow travel, I was so exhausted that I couldn't drive so I just laid there in my car, waiting for my body to calm down enough so I could take a sip of nectar to allow me to bring myself home.

    Somehow, Derek must have gotten word from Scott or someone else at the school to check up on me and where I might be at because Derek knocks on my window after probably about fifteen minutes of me sitting there.

    "Atlantia, what are you doing to yourself." He says softly. The kindness that he showing toward me shouldn't surprise me but it still does since he is still known as the sourwolf of the pack. I knew I was doing bad when he was able to easily lift me up and bring me over to the passenger side of the car even though he had no wolf strength. He wordlessly drives me to my house where he carries me inside and sets me on my couch.

    "Are you trying to kill yourself?" Derek asks me. I can see the pain in his eyes as he stares at my body destroying itself from overuse. It hurt me to see that pain but I had to do what I was doing.

    "Derek, I am trying to keep everyone alive." I say, "Today, Scott, Kira, Malia, Isaac, Ethan, Aiden, Erica, and Boyd may have died. The Chemist would have have made over 33 million dollars with just one infection. He probably earned a lot from the wolves that you told me died from the same infection I am protecting them from. I won't kill myself though the Benefactor is probably thinking that I am." I think Derek knew that because he just sighs and moves to grab a couple shakes from the fridge for me before pulling me closer to him. It was silent but I knew when the cogs in his brain were turning because he turns to me as I drink my second shake and asks me a question I thought he wouldn't have asked.

    "Do you have the ability to make yourself dead but not dead?" Derek looks at me.

    I pull the glass away from my lips with my eyebrows raised, "Theoretically, yes. I can slow my heart enough so a doctor wouldn't be able to detect my heartbeat and would legally declare me dead." It then dawned on me what he wanted to do, "You want to draw out the benefactor."

    "We can't keep playing the defensive position," Derek says, "You are literally going to kill yourself protecting us if we keep doing it. We need to try an offensive plan."

    "I'll do it but we need a plan so call everyone who can get involved in this because we need as many hands on deck as possible." I say which Derek nods as he goes to make the phone calls. I sat on my couch just staring at my fireplace trying to let my body heal enough to do this crazy ritual to basically kill myself when my fireplace just goes on. It shocked me because I had to throw wood and light it with a match, or technically my powers, but it wasn't electric. I push myself to my feet and walk toward it but then something dark gets shot out of it and I jump to the side so it didn't hit me. It's get impaled in my wall and I go to look at it, wary of something else flying out of the flames. It was an arrow made of some sort of dark substance that seemed vaguely familiar. The arrow had something engraved on it so I lean close to it so I could read it.

Don't kill yourself, I want you to see the pain that your family is going to go through

The moment I had read the message, the fire goes out and the arrow disappears leaving me standing near the wall as Derek enters the room.

    "You alright?" He asks me.

    "I'm fine." I say. It seems like whoever is threatening me is getting bolder and is almost ready to make he or she known to me which scared me. I was just glad that Derek couldn't hear the lie in my statement though I needed to figure out why he was losing his wolf abilities. There was just too much going on but I knew I needed to focus on the most threatening situation. "Are they on their way?"

    "Yeah, they will be here in an hour." Derek told me and I could tell something else was bothering him, other than the current hitlist situation, so I ask him. "I hate feeling useless and weak. I have always had my wolf abilities and I know how to fight with them but now..." I knew what he was feeling so I decided to rectify that.

    "Do you want to learn what I was taught at Camp Half-Blood?" I ask him, "What the demigods who were children of gods and goddesses who didn't give them powers?" I gesture for him to follow me into my weapon room. I look around before finding a staff and some swords.

    "Am I becoming Kira?" Derek smirks as he takes the sword.

    "You are learning to fight like a demigod." I correct before grabbing my own sword and launching into my quick overview on how to use a sword and staff. I think everyone was surprised to find us fighting with those two weapons but I think by now everyone was aware that Derek was also possibly dying since he was getting weaker and weaker each day.

    "So, what is this plan?" Allison asks me as we all gather in my living room. "Derek said you are going to kill yourself?"

    "I am going to slow my heart enough that the doctors won't be able to detect it." I say before looking at Chris, "You are going to be the one who is going to ask for the money transfer. As a known hunter, it may make the Benefactor more likely to believe the lie."

    "What about the rest of us?" Ethan asks looking around as the huge group that was our pack.

    "You will be keeping an eye for the Benefactor." Derek says before looking at Scott, "I think Scott may have a plan for that." Scott did and he began to lay out where everyone was going to be during the entire time I was going to be under.

    "Wait, how long are you going to be technically dead?" Melissa asks since she was the medical person we were using to ensure that I didn't mess up and kill myself or if I did, be able to revive me.

"I could probably hold it for 45 minutes." I say honestly, "Anything over that, there is the possibility that I will actually be dead."

"How would we bring you back when those 45 minutes are up?" Stiles questioned. I turn to look at Kira and she looked surprised at that.

"Me? How would I bring you back?" Kira asks.

"You would use your foxfire to alert me that I would need to let myself come back." I say, "There is the chance that I would be lost in the world of the dead since I will be hovering at its door but your foxfire would be the thing that I would grab onto to bring me back." I think Kira was nervous about having that much pressure on her but she stills nods accepting the job.

"When are you going to do it?" Erica asks, "You look like you are going to collapse any minute now."

"Tomorrow," I say, "I am going to get a good night sleep to prepare my body but no one but Derek should be with me."

"Why?" Isaac asks.

"It wouldn't make a realistic scene for the Benefactor." Chris explains, "If we want to make a believable scene for the Benefactor, then we need to make it as realistic as possible. Derek is going to be the one to find her so it would make sense that he would call the ambulance and be here. If anyone else was here, it might make him suspicious."

I think everyone understood that because they accept it and just tell Derek to text them when the plan was going into motion. He tells them they would and ushers them out of the house before he turns to me.

"You sure you okay with doing this?" Derek asks me as he plants a small kiss on my lips.

"No," I say honestly, "but we need to. We need to go on the offensive positon instead of playing defensive like you said before I actually am dead." Derek nods before carrying me up to my bed so I could rest before tomorrow. He stayed wrapped around me the entire night like a koala bear. It was comforting and exactly what I needed before doing what I had to do.

We wanted to make it realistic so after a really good make-out session, Derek stood in the doorway as I laid myself on the ground so it looked like a fight before I slow my heart and everything goes black.