Old Scars, Future Hearts

18

"Any sign of him, Scott?" Dmitri asked.

Scott shook his head and Stiles questioned, "What do we do now?"

"Holy cr-" Scott began.

"Wha -- sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?" Stiles stuttered.

"I lost him," Scott answered sadly.

Marika frowned. "What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

Scott glanced at her. "I don't think he has one."

"How does he not have one?"

Stiles asked, "All righ, any clue where he's going?"

Scott nodded and gave a melancholy look. "To kill someone."

Stiles gave a look and frowned. "Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott shot Stiles a look. "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

Scott rolled his eyes and said, "Just help me find it."

"Not "it." Jackson," Marika corrected.

Scott sighed. "Yeah, I know. I-I know."

"Does Jackson know he's the kanima? Did anybody else see him back at your house?" Dmitri asked.

Scott shrugged and said after a moment, "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing," Stiles began.

"How did he pass the test?" Marika finished.

Scott shook his head. "I don't know."

Stiles thought for a moment. "Maybe it's like an either-or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?"

"When it's Jackson."

Stiles pointed to the club. "Uh, dude. See that?"

Scott nodded. "He's inside."

"What's he gonna do in there?" Dmitri wondered.

Scott glanced up at them. "I know who he's after."

Stiles got an excited look on his face. "What, how? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani," Scott stated after a moment.

The four stood in front of a locked door as Stiles began rambling. "Aw, come on. Alright, maybe there's, like, a, uh, like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of-" Scott ripped off the handle of the door as it opened. "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

As soon as they entered, Stiles and Dmitri were surrounded by drag queens. Marika looked around awkwardly. Scott looked around for a moment before he said, "Dude, everyone, excluding Marika, in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club."

The drag queens continued touching Stiles and Dmitri's hair and shoulders and such as the former said sarcastically, "Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?"

They managed to escape the drag queens and walked up to the bar. Stiles held up two fingers. "Two beers."

"Make that four," Dmitri said as he held up another two fingers.

The barkeeper frowned. "How 'bout four cokes?"

"Rum and coke?" Stiles decided as he earned a look from the bartender. "Sure. Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."