The World Is Crumbling

Chapter Three

Life's crazy when you have no idea where you're going.

"Allison, I have no idea where we're going." Malia groaned as she hiked up the hill to a grove of trees. She was surprised that they had found a patch of trees at all. Not that she didn't think that New York had them, but she hadn't really been out of Beacon Hills. Unless you count Mexico.

She and Allison hadn't talked at all on their way to where they were going, and she was pretty sure that they weren't going to talk now, but she figured she'd give it a shot.

"You can't just drag me into the middle of the woods without telling me why. One might assume that you're a serial killer." She took a couple more steps up the hill before suddenly she was pushed up against the hard rough wood of the closest tree.

Allison's face appeared once she was brave enough to open her eyes, and she quickly realized that there was once again, a knife against her throat. This time was different though. The knife was pressed hard enough to draw blood, and it was. The thin, slow trickle of blood made its way down her throat and dotted the collar of her jacket with blood.

"Allison," the blade pressed against her harder,"what are you doing!" Her hands were desperately reaching for anything around her to use to defend herself, but the tree didn't have any straggling branches.

Allison had a look in her eyes. One that couldn't be rivaled by a murderer. You could tell she wouldn't feel remorse by doing what she wanted to do, although, she most likely wouldn't do it. That reassuring thought didn't do anything to calm her nerves.

"We seriously have to stop doing this Allison. One might start to think it's a sexual thing." That was one of her last desperate attempts to get Allison to let go, and it wasn't working.

"Why are you here Malia! You hate us, and you apparently love Scott. What is your plan!"

Allison didn't trust her, and so far, Malia had given her no reason to do so. This however, this was a little too extreme for her taste.

But she was here for a reason, and no matter how much she pretended, she couldn't say that it was for them, because it wasn't. It was never for them.

"He murdered my best friend in cold blood," For a moment, Allison's glare faltered, and she knew that this was going to work,"how would you feel if someone murdered Lydia?"

Allison knew exactly how she would feel. Angry, confused, vengeful. But she didn't know if she would enlist a known enemy to take someone down that she knew she couldn't beat.

"I'm not your enemy Allison."

The blade was removed from her throat as Allison stepped away and immediately started walking farther into the woods. Malia suddenly found it difficult to keep up with her as they walked.

"Are you ever going to tell me what we're doing out here? And why we couldn't tell the others?" Allison once again didn't respond to her until they got to a clearing in the trees.

It was beautiful, there was nothing shielding the sky, other than the smoke from the city, and even though she had already thought this, it was still hard to believe that New York had a place like this.

"Hello!" She suddenly yelled, trying to gain even the littlest bit of an idea of what was happening.

As soon as she made a noise, Allison clamped a hand over her mouth.

"What the hell are you doing! Are you trying to tell him we're here!" She whispered before letting go once she felt that Malia would keep quiet.

"Well well. The hunter and the coyote. I'm guessing since you're here, you're giving up?" A voice rang out from the trees.

Shit.

They were cornered. Had they unintentionally walked right into a trap? Had Allison lured her into a trap? Was Allison working with the enemy?

"Damnit! He knows we're here now." Allison pulled out her bow from where it had been resting on her back and aimed it, after she loaded it with an arrow, towards a tree past the clearing. She fired and immediately you saw a figure fall and start running.

Running towards them.

Then they stopped, in a crouched position with their head down. The identity of the person was already determined before they had raised their head.

"Scott."

He looked up at them and smiled. His eyes were weird, they were different. He was flashing them, but they weren't red, not anymore. But they weren't quite blue either. They seemed to be more of a mix of both of the colors.

Malia, instantly shifted and started running at Scott, only to be pulled back by Allison.

"If you go after him now, he'll kill you. Don't be dumb."

"What, like you're being?" They turned to their left to see Lydia and Liam walking out of the trees,"before you asked, we tracked you here. It's funny how you didn't realize you were being followed, you know with your supreme hunter skills."

Their eyes rested on Allison and Malia before moving to look at Scott. Liam's glare didn't falter, but Lydia just looked at him with a sad expression. Seeing Scott like this was different for them since they had known him since the beginning. They knew what he had been, and this is why it was such a disappointment that this was him standing in front of them.

"Malia Malia. I know why you're upset. Trust me, if I was in your shoes I probably would be too...well probably not since I killed her." Malia lunged at him again, Allison being the only person in her way of getting to him.

He laughed, so hard that he had to put a hand on his knee for support.

"Oh- jeez. This is just too good. I mean, I killed your best friend, and now I'm going to kill two of the four people standing in front of me. It really makes everything come full circle, don't you think?"

They were all looking back and forth between each other, desperately trying to figure out who he was referencing to, but they couldn't find anything similar between them, well other than Allison and Liam, but he definitely didn't know that they were power rangers.

Did he?

"Don't worry. I won't spoil the secret. At least not yet. I want to make this fun, which is why I let you lure me here Miss. Argent."

Allison physically shuddered at his name for her. She couldn't remember a time where he had talked to her using her last name, if he had then she hadn't heard it.

"What do you want McCall?" Allison taunted back as she raised her bow at his head once more as Liam took over restraining Malia.

"Oh, yeah I guess I totally forgot to tell you exactly why I let you lure me here. Sorry bout that. Can't a former alpha say hi to his former pack? I mean, I haven't seen you guys in half a year. That's a really long time."

Lydia rolled her eyes stepped back on her heel, ready to scream at any given point. Liam's eyes were glowing, along with Malia's, and Allison hadn't lowered her bow even the tiniest bit.

Scott didn't seem intimidated, not even the littlest bit, and that was honestly the thing that scared Lydia. Scott had never been this calm about anything, not even in the midst of a battle.

"Okay then,"Scott raised his hands in surrender,"I guess I'll just be on my way out. I'll tell Rein you said hi." Then, before they could even process what he had just said, he disappeared in a bolt of lightning.

Where had that come from?

Who was Rein?

And what kind of trouble were they getting into now?