Afterlife ↠ Argent [1]

20. Night Out

"Allison!" I scream as the kanima jumps onto Scott, knocking him to the ground. Scott's eyes flash golden before his claws are lunging towards Jackson, making contact across his scaly chest. Blood splatters up onto the trees beside them as we all stare in shock, not really sure what to do.

Allison backs away and stares wide eyed as I stand in front of her, acting as if I would be able to protect her. I wanted nothing more than to be alive right now; only so I could actually do something to help protect her. I hated not being able to do anything and it made me feel worthless. I know I've said that a million times, but moments like these are when I really did feel like crap.

The kanima hisses as Scott pushes it off of him, causing Jackson to go flying back into one of the trees. Scott jumps back onto his feet, now fully transformed. His eyes burn yellow as he looks over at Stiles and Allison, his canines poking out slightly.

"Get out of here!" he says, only wanting to help protect his friends.

Allison shakes her head. "I'm not leaving-"

"Yes you are," I say as I grab her hand, pulling her towards the van that Jackson had escaped from moments ago. She grunts as I pull her along, clearly angry that I was pulling her away from a fight and from her friend. However, I knew Scott could protect himself, and he wanted Allison away from the scene as much as I did. Another thing we had in common.

"Let me go, Corey!" Allison says as she looks over her shoulder, watching as the Kanima hissed at Scott. "I have to help!"

"Scott can protect himself," I say to her, trying to keep her calm. "Trust me, he'll be fine."

Allison shakes her head. "But what if-"

Her voice cuts off as her hand disappears from my own, causing my face to go white. My head whips around to see what had happened to her, finding what I had feared to see. Jackson had now pinned Allison to the ground, his claws hovering just a few inches above her throat.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Scott screams as he runs over, but stops in his place as soon as he sees the claws against her throat. Allison stares up at Jackson wide eyed, her face white as can be. I've never seen her look so terrified, other than when Derek had almost turned her back at the ice skating rink.

My hands bawl into fists as I focus on my trigger, throwing my hands towards Jackson, but for some reason not making contact. My hands go flying right on through, causing me to grow even more angrier at myself. I really was worthless.

A sob escapes Allison's throat as Jackson's head makes a snake-like motion, looking as if he was debating whether or not to kill her. My chest heaves huge breaths as I scream at myself, knowing that I had to do this. I had to help, or else I could lose her. I could lose Allison.

A huge weight is lifted off of my shoulders as Jackson backs away from Allison slowly, hissing at all of us before darting off into the woods, disappearing. I run to Allison's side as she breathes again, not really sure how to respond to that situation. She appeared to be a little shaky, but she somehow managed to act like everything was okay.

"I'm fine," she says as I help her sit up, Scott now at her side as well. Stiles was there too, but he wasn't kneeling. "We need to go find him, before he kills someone."

"He about killed you!" Stiles yells, flailing his arms. "This is why we just need to kill him. It's the only option-"

"No Stiles!" Scott yells once again. At this point, I thought that killing Jackson was a good option. If he was going to threaten Allison's life, then we needed to end his.

Allison sits up. "We aren't killing him, alright? Can we...can we just focus on finding him, please?"

Stiles and Scott both are quiet as they nod their heads, helping Allison on her feet. She glances over at me and nods her head, silently thanking me for trying my best to help, even though I failed yet again. I needed to learn how to get a better grip on this. I need to figure out how to turn it on and off.