Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

xiii. DEAD ON ARRIVAL

xiii. DEAD ON ARRIVAL

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The entirety of the hospital hallway had cleared up at this point, bystanders and various nurses and doctors watching in concern and terror. Shrill cries and protests were coming from the mouth of one girl, a blonde haired and blue eyed girl thrashing in the arms of who appeared to be her father.

The two shared the same bottle blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes, the only difference was that the teenage girl was slipping into the depths of insanity, her worst fear finally coming to light. People watched helpless as none other than her father held the blonde back, the girl continuously kicking and screaming.

"Let me go!" she screeched, digging her nails into the skin of the man's forearms, the father refusing to let her go despite the pain radiating from his flesh. She kicked out, a pained screech escaping her lips as a choked sob found its way to the surface. "What happened? How - what happened to him!"

At this point, the blonde didn't try to fight it, she allowed her tears to finally break past the threshold her eyes held, a pained scream escaping her lips. She couldn't contain the raw emotions, the entirety of the situation felt blatantly surreal. 

How was this possible? How?

Her father yanked her around, turning her to face him. Her knees buckled from beneath her, giving out as she collapsed. Her father held onto her, holding her up and holding her against his chest as her pained sobs echoed down the hallway of the hospital.

"What happened to him?" the blonde cried out, her voice cracking as it became raw with pure emotion. "How did he - what the hell happened?"

She shoved herself backwards, the back of her hand smacking against her fathers chest as she struggled to break out of his hold. He was too fast, though, wrapping his hands around her wrists tightly, keeping her from hitting him any longer.

Her entire face was broken, demolished from one single piece of news.

Cracking, she croaked, "How?"

Her father's face broke at the wrecked expression on her face, her entire world collapsing around her. "I'm sorry sorry."

With that, he tugged her into his chest, the blonde gripping onto him for dear life. 

All because one innocent life had been plucked out of Beacon Hills.

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Rater reluctantly, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar and Ella Foster retrieved their Macs, setting them down on the kitchen table of the McCall residence. Foster sighed, reminiscing in the days where buying a Mac was actually reasonable for her. Now, not so much.

Either way, everyone surrounding the table was less than pleased at this point. After the events that occurred at the school, they deemed the assassins to be their top concern. Their concern only growing as more and more seemed to be infiltrating the border lines of Beacon Hills. They were coming after them now, it was due or die this time.

Hence why they devised a plan in order to find the Benefactor. All of them were highly against it, but Scott wasn't. Then again, Scott thought he was indestructible. Foster and Stiles kept trying to convince him that he wasn't, that he was in danger just like the rest of them.

See, Scott McCall wanted to put his heart on pause for an hour.

He wanted to use Kira's fox fire to slow down his heart rate to indistinguishable, seeing that he was the most on the list, the Benefactor would come for visual confirmation if they said they didn't have it after killing Scott.