My Love for Derek Hale *Discontinued*

Bonus Scene

Because I love you guys SO much I decided to add a bonus scene that continues off on Condition Terminal. You guys know me to add a twist the Teen Wolf's plot and this is another one of those times. For Scarlett, this is like history repeating itself where she is used to fight against her brother and friends. So, hope you like it. Click that beautiful star and comment below.

I wake up cold. I remember me closing my window before going to bed but Scott could have reopened it. I slowly open my eyes and see I'm not in my bed. I'm not even in my room. I'm in some kind of holding cell. The cell is a hollow cube of concrete, one way in, no windows. In here, I have no idea how much time has passed, how long I've been in here or even if it's night or day. It's totally disorientating by design. Given enough time, a person can forget their own name in here. The isolation is total and the stimulation is zero. No sound, no light, no furniture or cloth of any kind. All I can really do is feel the cool walls, but even they look smooth. The only thing I can smell is blood, copper and...death. I slowly sit on my bottom and use my werewolf eyes to examine myself closely for any marks. I'm filthy and the bandage on my leg is old, needing to be replaced. My clothes aren't the same I went to bed in. These are rags. The kind you would see on someone who's been stranded for months on an island. My feet are bare and covered in dried dirt. I look at my hands and they are dirty with soil under my nails. I notice some kind of writing on my left arm. In bold, black marker is written 'SPECIAL'. On my other arm, it says, 'WARRIOR'.

My past. 'Special' is what Peter, Derek and Deucalion called me when I first started to realize my powers. 'Warrior' is what Jennifer categorized me as in her sacrifices. Whoever has me here, has been watching me for a while. They probably know more about me than I know about myself. They are probably the ones who made me who I am. The Dread Doctors. I try to stand, ignoring the pain in my leg. I crawl to the the bed and haul myself up. I start with sitting on the bed then standing up completely. I stand completely still and wait for something, anything, to happen. After some time, something did. Bright lights cut on and I have to blink a few times to adjust. "Is someone there?" I call. "Please, tell me where I am."

The door flies open. The three doctors step in. I start to really recognize them from the book. The first one is the Surgeon. He is technically the 'leader' of the Dread Doctors. He speaks the most and is the one who usually does most of the work. The next one is the Pathologist. In general, a pathologist is a doctor who studies the cause and development of a disease. Most choose a specialty such as genetics or forensic pathology. He has a more smooth and round mask. Finally, there's the Geneticist. As the name implies, a geneticist is a biologist who studies genetics, the science of genes, heredity, and variation of living organisms. I slowly approach them. "Why did you bring me here?"

None of them speak. They part and Theo appears. "Theo?"

He's carrying a black case and some clothes. "I know you're a bit confused right now, Scar. But things will...clear up soon."

I sit on the bed while he wraps my leg with new bandages. He seems very concentrated and passionate as he works. Not once do I feel a bit of pain, even while he's placing peroxide on the wounds. The doctors stand silently by the door, looking at me. The room is silent. I decide to be the one who breaks it. "Theo, why am I here? Did you help them kidnap me?"

He looks up from my leg. In this lighting, he looks dark and evil. "You're here because these guys are ready to put their experiment to the test."

"What experiment?"

"Come with me."

I follow behind him, out the door. We go down a long, dark hallway. He turns into a room with no door. The walls are surrounded with pictures. I begin to realize that every picture is of me from a toddler, up to now. "Theo, what is this?"

He picks up a folder and flips through the papers. "These guys have been watching you since you were able to walk. They saw potential in you, even before you went to San Francisco. They've been watching from the night you were bitten, when you realized kanima venom doesn't work on you, when you sacrificed yourself for your mother, when you died and when you watch your friends die. They even made note of every last one of your nightmares and screams. It all contributed to their experiment with you."

Slight fear runs trough my body. "Theo, this is...creepy. What do they want with me now?"

"Like I said before, they want to really put this experiment to the test.

Suddenly, one of the doctors grab me by my legs and another grabs me by my arms. The third doctor pulls out a large syringe with a weird yellow liquid in it and a very tiny one with a clear one. I struggle and twist. Any kind of way to get away. Before I can let out a scream, the doctor jams the small needle into my neck. My voice cuts off and my screams stops right before it can escape my mouth. I try to scream but nothing comes out. I begin to sob. Not being able to scream means not being able to call for help. Not being able to call for help means anything could happen to me at this point in time. "Please..." I plea.

"Scarlett, you are our greatest experiment."

The doctor sticks the syringe in my neck. My vision becomes blurry for a few seconds then returns. They slowly place me down to the floor. It feels like the kind of drug the hospital gives you so your body numbs and you feel drowsy. "Wha..." I lie on my back and start to feel my body go numb. "What was that...?"

"You will help us make more supernatural creatures."

"No..."

"You will fight anything or anyone that stands in your way."

"You will not let Scott or any of your friends know what you have witnessed tonight. Now the rules of this test."

"Never look at yourself and believe you are the one on top. Never be jealous toward someone while you are being tested. Never take more than you need or can handle. Never want the pleasure for your body. Never let your wrath consume you and blind you of your tasks. Never desire more, ignoring your morals and beliefs. Never give up when you don't feel like doing anything physical or even spiritual."

Right before I black out, I realize the rules given to me are more than just rules. They are the Seven Deadly Sins.