Catching Lightning | Derek Hale

5.

If I'd learnt one thing in life, it would be this: full moons always spelt trouble.

Tonight, it seemed mostly peaceful though and Beacon Hill High School was quiet as I strolled through it.

I'm not sure what brought me here, but my late-night walk ended up leading me back to the place I dreaded coming to every morning. But I have to say, the old brick building seemed much more appealing when it was empty than my suffocating little shoebox apartment.

Stuffing my hands into the pockets of my coat, I pull the collar closet around my neck.

My footsteps echo through the empty hallway and I reach out to let my fingertips trail against the rows of lockers.

I pause in my steps when I hear a high-pitched whistling sound from outside. It wasn't a pleasant sound, but I resisted the urge to clamp my hands down over my ears to block out the sound.

I continued to move down the hall with cautious steps, I reached for the retracted staff that I'd stuck into the back of my waistband.

Feeling the weight of it in my hand brings me some comfort as I try to hear something- anything- over the piercing nose.

That's when I hear the rapidly approaching footsteps that are headed in my direction and as soon as I turn down the corner, I find myself faced with a pair of feral werewolves with their glowing eyes zoned in on me.

My staff extended at my command, lighting up in a golden hue in the dark, matching the twin glowing eyes that stared back at me as I shifted my stance in preparation for the fight that I knew would soon ensue.

With a roar, the male- I think I've seen a missing poster of him around, though with a face full of fur, I couldn't be sure- whose name I think is Boyd, charges forward at me and I swung my stuff in an upward arch at him, nailing him in the jaw.

Boyd rears back from the impact as the other wolf doles out her attack, sharp claws slashing straight towards my face that I quickly lean back to avoid.

Swinging my staff out, the length of it slackens and I'm left with my trusty whip that I crack against the floor before snapping it towards the girl.

It wraps around her wrists, effectively rendering it useless and I kick my leg out towards it, hearing the telltale snap of a bone as I drive my foot forward.

The girl roars in pain as Boyd charges for me. Releasing my whip from around the girl's wrist, I ducked under Boyd's arm as he swung at me again and quickly gained control of his back.

Using my whip, I wrapped it around his neck, and he started thrashing against my chokehold.

My whip glows brighter as its abilities start to take effect, draining its captive of its energy.

Boyd's strength starts to dwindle the more time he spends with the whip around him and he collapses onto his knees.

Pulling my dagger from the sheath around my ankle, I spin it in my hand, raising it over my head, getting ready to bring it down on the guy when a familiar voice stops me.

"Wait, no!" I turn to see Scott McCall standing at the end of the hall with another familiar face; Mr Grumpy, himself. "No! Don't kill him!"

The girl starts towards me again when another figure emerges from the other end of the hall with a stake-light object that I quickly realise is the source of that irritating sound- and she rears back.

"I'm not letting him go until you tell me what you have planned for them," I answer, "They're obviously dangerous."

"We're going to trap them," Scott quickly replies, "Let him go!"

I unwind my whip from around Boyd and he falls forward onto the ground. That doesn't stop him from clawing onto his hands and knees to try to attack me again though.

Seeing an open door that one of the guys must've opened, leading towards the basement behind him, I raised my boot to kick him back.

He tumbles down the stairwell and the guys immediately take off after him, with Grumpy turning to taunt the girl. "Come and get us."

I take off after them- mostly because I wanted answers as to what the actual fuck is going on- and the girl chases after us with the man I don't recognise following behind her to make sure she doesn't veer off into the school.

The door closes behind us with a loud bang and I emerge in the basement with the girl hot on my heels.

Throwing myself to the side, I move out of the way just in time as the boys appear with fire extinguishers in their hands, spraying them at the pair of rouge werewolves to throw them off.

"This way!" Scott yells as we all pile into another smaller room in the back of the basement.

The boys locked the door behind me as soon as I threw myself in. And the moment the door is secured, Grumpy turns on me, towering over me with his signature scowl.

"You're an Amazon," He accuses like it's some kind of crime as I rise up to meet his glare.

"Wait, an Amazon?" Scott looks between us in confusion, "What's an Amazon?"

"They're an extinct species...or at least, they're supposed to be," Grumpy explains.

"How can you tell?"

I rolled my eyes at the way Scott questions as if I want standing right here.

"The whip," Derek says, "It's a weapon only bestowed upon the most elite warriors of the Amazonians."

I brought my hands together in a slow clap at the end of his explanation, this time drawing an eye roll from him instead.

"Ding, ding, ding! You've got it right!" I say in exaggerated enthusiasm, "Do you want a fucking prize, Grumpy? Maybe a new personality? One that's more charming?"

He shoots me a deadpan look, "Oh, you think you're hilarious, don't you?"

"I do, I really do."

"Enough!" Scott cuts us off suddenly, "Quiet, I'm listening."

Despite the glare that we throw at each other, both Derek and I stand down, looking over at Scott.

"What are you hearing?" Grumpy asks.

Scott has his eyes squeezed shut, his ears twitching at every sound they pick up. "Heartbeats," He says.

Grumpy moves closer to him with a frown, "Both of them?"

"Actually..." The younger boy's eyes snap open in alarm, "Three of them."