Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

1.5

Season 1 - Episode 2

"Izzy please!” Laura pleads, holding onto 9 year old Isabelle as the EMTs tried to hold her down so they could work on her burned shoulder. But she kept screaming and pulling away from them. Laura had to cover her eyes, so they wouldn’t see their amber glow, and so that she wouldn’t have to see it.

They were en route to the hospital, Derek followed behind them in another ambulance with Peter. Their first thought was to flee the second they saw the house, but when they saw Isabelle and Peter being pulled away on stretchers they had to know if they were okay.

“I want my mom!” Isabelle sobbed, “I want my dad Laurie!”

“I know babe,” Laura held her close, squeezing her hand as tight as she could so she wouldn’t feel the EMTs addressing her shoulder. “I know.”

All Isabelle felt in that moment was pain. Searing, blinding pain. She also felt like she couldn’t bear, fire danced on her skin. Screams rang in her ears. All she could keep seeing was the faces of her parents. All she kept wondering was why this was happening to them. Peter would tell her mother and Talia that one day hunters, the argents, would come for them. All Isabelle could think of was why. They had done nothing wrong.

Isabelle screamed when the EMTs covered her shoulder with bandages, Laura held her tighter. Kissing her on top of the head as she pulled her closer and Isabelle buried herself in the crook of her neck.

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"ISABELLE!"

Isabelle screamed when she felt arms holding her down. She thrashed, shoving away the force. Derek, startled, let her go and backed up a step. When Isabelle came to focus she could still feel the fire on her face. She could smell it. Isabelle scattered out of her sleeping back and brought her knees up to her chest, backing up against the rotten wall.

She tried to force her heart to stop beating erratically and calm herself but it was hard. She met her brother's eyes and willed herself not to cry. "I'm fine," Isabelle voiced before he said the words she hated. Are you okay? It made her feel weak. Weaker then she already was.

"I wasn't going to say anything." Derek walked up to her and offered her his hand, she took it and stood, her legs still shaking from the nightmare.

"Are you leaving me at school?" She asked, to not talk about what had happened. She hadn't had a nightmare in a while, her therapists (who lasted an entire week) in New York called it progress. But something told her that coming back to Beacon Hills was going to derail that progress.

Derek knew his sister would talk about it when she was ready, so he accepted her change of subject without arguing. If it happened again however….

"I will. We leave in 10."

"20." Isabelle said as she grabbed her bag with the clothes she had brought.

"I'm not an animal Derek."

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Isabelle walked down the hallway, trying her best to ignore the stares she was getting. What made it easy about living in New York is that in the beginning no one knew who she was. They didn't know what had happened.

But here back in Beacon Hills everyone knew. Lydia had told her it was all people talked about. They talked and gossiped even more when she and her cousins had left. Isabelle hated them. The judgy eyes that followed her. She tried her best to ignore them, but it was hard when you have supernatural abilities.

Isabelle locked herself in a bathroom stall. She was starting to second guess everyone. Maybe she shouldn’t have come with Derek. Maybe she should have just stayed in New York. At least then she would actually have a bed to sleep in, and food. They had been eating at a diner for the past week. And sleeping in sleeping bags in the burned living room. Lying to Lydia where they were actually living, making excuses for why she couldn’t come visit. And having nightmares about that night.

Isabelle stifled her cries, scolding herself for crying on the first day back at school. With everything that was happening. She covered her mouth to stop the sobs that desperately wanted to escape.

“Are you okay?” Asked someone on the other side. Allison.

“Shit!” Isabelle cursed and sniffed, wiping away the tears. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “I’m fine.” She couldn't believe that she had just been caught crying in the bathroom her first day of school. Could things get more cliché? At least it was Allison, Isabelle didn't think she would gossip about it. If it had been anyone else? Her credibility to somehow instill fear would have gone down the drain.

Allison stayed outside, she wasn't sure what the right move was. Leaving made her seem like a person with no feelings, but she also didn't know Isabelle enough to know if she wanted some comfort.

Isabelle came out and faced Allison, she stepped back and Isabelle approached the mirror while Allison stayed where she was.

"First day jitters?" Allison guessed, trying to lighten the mood and stood next to Isabelle in front of the mirrors.

"Not exactly," Isabelle replied as she fixed her makeup and smoothed her hair. She had finally dyed it back to it’s natural color over the weekend. No more pink highlights.

"More like why the hell am I here in this hellhole of a town."

Her words surprised Allison. "I thought you had lived here before?"

"Back when I was a kid," Isabelle muttered. A hollow ache grew in her chest as she remembered how happy her family used to be. Before everything was ruined. "When things were different."

Better.

"Oh I'm sorry," Isabelle apologized with realization and turned to Allison. "You just moved here, I shouldn't be saying things that make you want to get the hell out of dodge."

Allison chuckled sheepishly. "It's okay. I'm not that easily scared."

Isabelle smiled as she put away her makeup. "You're going to need that in this town."

"How come?"

Isabelle shrugged. "I don't know, it's just a feeling. Something tells me things are going to get interesting."

Allison raised a curious eyebrow. Isabelle sighed, picking up her school bag, she better leave before she started to seem crazy with her ramblings.

"I'll see you in class."