Mia Ramirez had never imagined going back to Beacon Hills. Unless it was to rescue her younger siblings. She is the eldest of three siblings, a brother and a sister. Her parents were the reason of her not wanting return to her hometown. Two weeks af...
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"They'll be returning so we don't have much time." Scott hisses as Deaton speaks and as he pressed a cloth dipped into rubbing alcohol on his wounds.
"What is that?" I think he has a new growing hatred for it.
"Rubbing alcohol." I say. "It's good for cuts and wounds, and to keep away infection."
I'm a med student, what can I say?
"You'll heal the same, just not as quickly." Deaton continues to spread his knowledge.
"How do you know all of this?" Scott asks. "How do you know any of this?"
Deaton chuckles, "It's a long story, but what I can tell you is that your kind - Scott's kind, I can help. That, that is something different." He gestures to a dead body on the counter.
I eye the body, "Do you know what did that?" I question.
"No but the Argents will, and most importantly they'll have a record or book. It'll have the histories and documentations and descriptions of everything they've discovered." That makes sense as to why they're always out fighting the Supernatural - even thought there is a crazy difference between our abilities and theirs.
Before Deaton could say or do anything else, we hear tires screeching outside. Deaton is quick to usher Scott off of the table and to get both of us in a nearby storage closet. There are animal cages and pet food in here, as well as some medical supplies. This must be where Scott does most of his work - this and the back of the office where they keep all of the animals.
There's a window in the back so I help Scott down onto the floor and sit beside him so that we're completely out of view. Deaton makes a comment about buying a new closed sign, that people would see and acknowledge. I can't imagine how many people must have burst in here after hours, poor Deaton.
"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct." A smile spreads across my face at Deaton.
"If you haven't noticed this body is one of ours." I roll my eyes when I hear Chris Argent's voice.
Scott lets out a low groan, his wounds are still hurting, if I could take away his pain I would. "I did. I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his finger tips so don't assume I'll be swayed by your philosophy just because I answer a few questions." It's good to hear I'm not the only one who feels this way about the hunters.
"He was only twenty-four." Derek's youngest sister was younger when ten when she was burned alive by hunters, alongside her mother and father.
"Killers come in all ages." Like Kate.
Another voice speaks up, an older and more distinguished voice. One I don't recognize. "All ages, sizes, and shapes. It's the last one that concerns us." It must be their father, the one who had told Kate to kill the Hale's, as if she needed some encouragement.
