Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

xii. A DEADLY DISEASE

xii. A DEADLY DISEASE

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It was evident that something terribly wrong was happening to the supernatural students, worse than what was happening to those of the mundane kind. That much was certain when Kira, Foster, and Malia had finally tracked down Stiles and Scott. Accompanying them in the boy's locker room was Ken Yukimura, all of them watching as Scott drew a sweat, struggling to keep his eyes from flashing a bright crimson.

He was unable to keep his shift under control, hence why he was holding himself away in the locker room. Scott had little to no idea what could happen if he were in a crowd. It wasn't even about getting caught, it was about the prospect of losing control.

"It's still happening," Ken revealed, a sigh of disappointment coming from Scott.

From beside them, Malia held her hands up, claws in place of fingernails. The only problem was that she was unable to make them go away, unable to retract them. Malia and Scott were currently losing control of their own shift as this point.

"I can't get rid of them," Malia informed, Foster biting down onto her bottom lip harshly.

She had a feeling that this was the work of an assassin. The only problem was that they didn't know who it was or what was even happening. Did one of them create a virus to eradicate them? And what about the casualties of their classmates. If anyone else died because of this virus, it would be on them.

While Kira appeared to look alright, she was the farthest thing from it. The electricity within her being was running wild, off of the charts. Hence why when the CDC worker tried to draw blood from the kitsune, she was hit with a shock. Quite literally.

Foster, on the other hand, looked like she got hit by a freight train. She resembled how someone with the flu looked. Her forehead was lined with beads of sweat, skin stark pale as she began to work up a fever. Her chest felt tight, like a weight was sitting atop of her chest. 

It was clear that this virus was taking an effect on the four, all of them aware that this virus wouldn't just make them sick, it was bound to kill them. If this was the work of an assassin, they'd be dead by the end of the day, they weren't naive to think otherwise.

"Obviously the virus is effecting the two of you in a way it won't hit any human being," Ken explained, Foster seated on the bench beside Scott, her fingers laced tightly along with his. They were woven together, unable to be torn apart as Scott clutched onto her hand tightly. 

"You guys have to stay out of sight," Stiles informed, knowing that anyone could just waltz in the locker room at any given time. "We have to quarantine you. . . from the quarantine."

"But where?" Kira questioned, glancing around nervously as her heart rate accelerated. It felt like she drank ten energy drinks in one sitting. "What if they're violent? Like on a full moon?"

"We shouldn't stay in here," Scott offered, shaking his head softly. "Not in a locker room."

"A classroom's not gonna hold them," Foster breathed, knowing that they could break out of one easily.

"What about the basement?" Kira pitched, Scott shaking his head in order to decline the idea.

"Too many ways out," Scott informed quickly, knowing that there were various exits they could chose from in means of escape. "We need something secure. Somewhere nobody can find us."

From beside them, realization hit a certain Stilinski. A fool proof idea, if they could first manage a means of getting their. "The vault."

Foster glanced up toward him, blue eyes locked on the freckled boy beside her. "How are we supposed to get there? No one's allowed out of the school."