Nemesis For All {Book 2 - S2}

Season 2 - Episode 1: Omega.

{Latin ^  Omega.} - Day 44, Late Monday Night - February 21st, 2011.

{Word Count: 4677} / Act 1 - Act 3 

Location: Beacon Hills Reserve.

Beneath the nearly full moon, within the winter-bare branches of Beacon Hills, an unusual stillness held sway. Suddenly, a burst of frenzied activity disrupted the quiet as deer, propelled by an unseen force, thundered through the woods. Amidst the chaos, a dark figure emerged, moving supernaturally fast. It charged out of the woods and into the shadowy streets...

Location: Unmarked Alleyway.

Through the dimly lit, puddle-strewn alleys of the town's industrial sector...

Location: Unmarked Surban Backyard.

... and into a suburban backyard where a barking dog raced out, snapping against its chain, and then...

Location: Unmarked Street.

Bounding toward the street, appearing on the verge of colliding with oncoming cars. However, a foot gracefully touches down on the roof of a truck, and time seems to slow. The figure launches into the moonlight, revealing none other than Scott McCall in his Werewolf Form. Yet, it's not a complete transformation tonight. Unaltered, he lopes on bare hands, seemingly racing for his life. 

As his palms push off the ground, a brilliant white flash ensues, and Scott is transported into a vivid scene. In the daylight, he sees himself engaged in an intimate moment with Allison Argent—lips moving from her mouth to her neck. The present reasserts itself as Scott's feet hit the ground, abruptly pulling him back from the vivid recollection. However, with another blink, he is transported once more, flashing back to the past.

Flashback To: Earlier Sunday Morning, February 20th, 2011 - Location: Beacon Hills Preserve.

Pressed tightly inside the car, Allison draws Scott closer. Hands pulling her shirt up, they kiss ever more urgently as-- Glass Explodes inside the car, raining down on them. Allison screams as something Yanks Scott through the window. 

Slamming to the pavement, Scott barely has a moment to gasp when a hand wraps around his throat. It's Argent, Allison's father, nearly strangling him with one hand while the other aims the barrel of a Desert Eagle at his head. Choking, Scott blinks...

Flashback To The Present: Day 43, Late Sunday Night - February 20th, 2011 - Location: Unmarked.

Finally, back in the present, Scott charges forward, the memory of Allison's frightened protests ricocheting through his mind. Her sweet yet scared voice echoes within him, pleading, "No—don't—don't!"

Flashback To: Earlier Sunday Morning, February 20th, 2011 - Location: Beacon Hills Preserve.

Allison desperately tries to pull her father back, all the while yelling, "You can't. He and his brother saved our lives—your life. You can't do this." She positions herself between Scott and the gun, a human barrier against impending violence.