Gone Girl ━━ Derek Hale [2] [Completed]

[23] Peter Freakin' Hale

[23] Chapter Twenty-Three

Peter Freakin' Hale

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"I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I've got an APB out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means - the hell, I don't know what that means. Um - look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him - " The Sheriff stressfully groaned, holding the small notebook in his hand.

The three teenagers Scott, Isaac and Clara all stood in front of the Sheriff while being in the lockeroom. Stiles was now official MIA, most likely kidnapped by Gerard, and Jackson was dead. He was dead and Clara thought that a party would be thrown because of it. But she wouldn't attend it because she just lost a friend, not a monster.

The four people were really the only remaining people in the lockeroom since everyone else left. Clara sniffled, wiping away her stray tears on her puffy face. "We'll call you. ook, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him."

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, looking sorrowful and probably growing grey hair for how much worry he was feeling. "I'll see you guys later."

He left, meeting up with the medical examiner and a few deputies. The three teenagers all looked at each other until Coach came walking up to them, well, more like Scott. "McCall." He said and for a split second Clara thought he was going to yell. But instead, Coach had this sober expression on his face. "We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

"Yeah, I know." Scott sighed.

"All right. I mean, I - I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg. I'm just saying we - I need you on the team. Get your grades back up." Coach encouragingly said to him.

Scott nodded, having a look of determination finding its way into his brown eyes. "I will."

With that Coach left and Scott turned back to his two werewolf companions. "Is that everyone?"

"Yeah." Isaac nodded as both him and Clara turned their backs on Scott for a small moment. They quickly turned back once they heard a loud bang coming from Stiles' locker door falling onto the ground. "You finding him with scent?"

Scott threw a shoe at Isaac and a sock at Clara. "All three of us are."

"How come you get a shirt and I get a shoe?" Isaac questioned, looking at the dirty shoe in disgust while Clara rolled her eyes.

But the three werewolves' attention all focused on the sound of footsteps approaching. When they turned around, they were greeted by Derek who stood in the middle of the lockeroom with an emotionless expression.

"We need to talk." Derek stated sternly.

That's when a figure apperaned from behind the row of lockers and Clara's jaw literally almost dropped when she came face-to-face with the resurrected uncle, Peter Hale. He smirked at the shocked teenagers. "All of us."

"Holy shit." Clara exhaled, her eyes bulging out of her sockets while questioningly glancing between the two Hales. 

Scott stepped forward, bewildered. "What the hell is this?"

Derek cocked his head to the side, speaking bitterly. "You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station."

"Okay, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?" Scott angrily asked him.

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one." Peter interjected which really wasn't necessary. "Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous."