Awoken Chaos

Chapter 11

"Derek?" Brooke called through the half burnt house. Her voice bounced round the empty house, a cold wind ran up her body. She continued her search for the werewolf with her hands rubbing up and down her cold arms.

Brooke's footsteps creaked on the wooden floor, stepping in ashes everywhere she moved. For the past day and a hlad Brooke had been nonstop worried about Derek. It really settled in that he could be dead. Or arrested. In the past 36 hours or so Brooke had done her best to not even speak to the two retards, and she lived with one of them. But they had helped Brooke set up for the funeral that's supposed to happen in a few hours, so Brooke thanked them. Since school had been canceled and Melissa finally left for work, Brooke took the time to sneak out and find Derek.

"Derek, it's Brooke! I, uh, came by to see if you were still alive!" She shouted.

Brooke took a few steps to her left and walked into the living room, what was left of it. Her knees went weak but Brooke ran over to the couch and kneeled down by Derek's unconscious body. He still had the same bloody clothes on, underneath him Brooke could see some part of the slash from the alpha's claws. Brooke wasn't a werewolf and she couldn't tell if his body was healing or not.

When Brooke placed two fingers on Derek's neck to search for a pulse, she found none. Panic rose and Brooke began to shake his body, but got no response. Instantly, Brooke's eyes started to water and her head fell onto Derek's lifeless arm.

"No. . . please." Brooke begged through her tears. "Come on, Derek! Heal! Do something. You can't leave, we need you. Scott needs you. We have to catch the alpha."

"I can't lose you too, Derek. I'm so tired of losing people." Brooke cried.

"You think YOU'RE tired of losing people." Brooke felt Derek's hand caress her face and she smiled with all her might. Brooke even leaned into his hand. And Derek let out a laugh before sitting up with no effort.

"Were you pretending to be dead!?!?" Brooke exclaimed and Derek continued to laugh at her. Brooke's fist reacted before she could, punching Derek in the face which stopped his laughing.

"Damn, I'm teaching you well." Derek stated as he felt his jaw, but it healed almost immediately.

"I've been worried about you for days, you asshole." Brooke complained.

"Then why didn't you come earlier? They canceled school yesterday and today." Derek asked.

"Melissa wouldn't let me out of the house, she even took off from work. Scott let me go through his window so that I could come and warn you." As Brooke spoke her eyes slowly averted away from Derek's eyes to the floor.

"Warn me about what?"

"Scott and Stiles told everyone, including the police, that you're the one who's been killing people. . . again. They said that you were the one keeping us captive in the school that night, that we watched you kill the janitor."

"We need to go. Now." Derek stood up fast and Brooke followed after him. They ran outside, down the stairs, and into the leaves towards Derek's Camaro. Brooke stopped as her hand touched the passenger door handle.

"Derek." Brooke said but Derek just slid into the car and started the engine.

"Brooke come on, we have to go." Derek stated and opened the door for her from the inside.

What do I do, Brooke's mind raced. She could go with the most wanted guy in the state or she could stay there. If Brooke stayed she'd. . . well, she'd be waiting around for Stiles to get over Lydia, and even then Brooke didn't think that he would see her the way she saw him. Just as his annoying friend. But if Brooke went, she'd have Derek. Brooke didn't know what her and Derek had, what they were.