Panthera Onca ➳ Derek Hale

19. Letharia Vulpina

Derek's P.O.V

   Scott and I saw Allison starting to run towards the water, that was electrocuted, but Isaac threw her back. The water rushed over his feet, and he fell since he was zapped with electricity. Fuck! Scott and I went out of the building, and watched as Kira grabbed the wire and smothered it with her hand. Her eyes glew in a yellow/orange color. Scott stared at her, he was a little shocked by what he saw. She used her powers to shut down the electricity. I ran for Isaac while Scott just kept staring at Kira. I checked Isaac's pulse.

   "He's not breathing. Scott, he's not breathing!" I yelled, panicking. I already lost Erica and Boyd, I can't lose him too. I care for him. Scott stopped acting so shocked by Kira and began helping me save Isaac. I'll do anything to make sure he lives.

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   I walked inside my loft and heard something. Well, it's not just something. It's the Argents' emitters. I thought we were over this, why do I need to have these in my loft? Is he trying to piss me off?

   I went to Chris' apartment with the emitter and I stuck it into papers that were at his office.

   Chris arrived home. I heard him draw his gun as he entered cautiously. Does he think that I wouldn't hear him drawing his gun? The door to his office was open because of me, so when he walked closer to the door he looked in to see a sonic emitter jammed into his desk. He entered the room as I waited behind the door.

   "Lose something?" I asked from behind. Chris turned to fight, and I grabbed his arm.  Chris put his gun to my head, while I had my claws on his throat. This isn't a fair fight for him. Why is he trying his luck against me?

   "Why are you breaking into my apartment?" Chris questioned.

   "Why are you leaving emitters in my loft?" I responded.

   "I have no idea why that would be in your loft." He pointed the gun away, and I let him go. "I spent the entirety of the last two days trying to find Stiles."

   "Any luck?"

   "No." Of course. The nogitsune won't expose himself that easily.

   "Me either." I responded. "Okay, we're both trying to find Stiles. Mind if I ask what you planned on doing if you find him?"

   "Well, that depends on which Stiles I find." Chris looked at his cabinet. "Broken." He murmured. He opened the door to find a briefcase inside. "This isn't mine." Chris replied. I was about to reach for it, but Chris stopped. "Careful." He checked the box for triggers before taking it out. He opened it and for our surprise there was money inside.

   "How much do you think that is?"

   "150,000." He simply answered. Nice assumption. This can't be a random assumption... "But it doesn't make sense. We never took the money."

   "Whose money is it?"

   "It belongs to a yakuza named Katashi. He has a nickname."

   "You mean something like- Silverfinger?" We heard someone say. I saw Scott's dad in the entrance of the room. I'm guessing that he has Katashi's silver finger in that evidence bag he's showing us.

   Because of that, we were taken to the police station. We were handcuffed to a bench. We are being stalled. I think we're here so we wouldn't be able to find Stiles. Stiles is doing anything he can so we wouldn't reach him?

   "So, I don't suppose you have any idea why Stiles would frame us for murder?" Chris asked.

   "I didn't think Stiles was smart enough to frame us for murder." I responded. I'm surprised to think he did that. Stiles' is smart, but this is a whole other level. This isn't him.

   "To be honest, I'm not entirely convinced that's why we're here."

   "What do you mean?"

   "McCall is going to come out here any minute and probably talk attorneys. Say you've agreed to allow mine to represent you."

   "Why should I trust your attorney?"

   "Because I'm not calling my attorney yet. I just want more time."

   "To do what?"

   "To figure out what we're really doing here." Having nothing but time to think, I realised how bad this is for me. Jade doesn't know where I am. If I'm gone too long, she'll come looking for me. I don't want  her to get inside this big mess. She needs to help everyone else with finding Stiles. I began looking at the handcuffs. They were breakable for me. I mean, with a little strength I could break them. Fuck, if this wasn't a police station, I would've gotten out of here a long time ago.

   "I could easily get out of these, you know."

   "So could I. But I'm not interested in being a fugitive from the law."

   "Well, I'm not interested in being a victim to a 17-year-old possessed by a psychotic fox."

   "Just give me a few more minutes." Chris replied, and I didn't answer. I need to get out of here. I'll find a way to leave this place without becoming a fugitive. "Derek."

   "Okay, fine. If something happens, don't expect me to risk my life trying to save yours." Everyone at the sheriff station started rushing around, much to Chris and I's distress. A deputy started to unlock our handcuffs, and I focused my senses. This is not good. I heard the bomb. Fuck! "Get down!" I quickly yelled, threw the deputy away and shielded Chris with my body as the bomb went off. A bomb? Why would someone plant a bomb here? I felt all the glass shards piercing my back. The pain was killing me inside. But I probably deserve that. For everything I had done. For every lie I said. For every time I hid things from the closest to me. I know I acted bad but I'll do anything I can to protect the people I care about. Surprisingly, even Chris. Chris helped me get up.

   "Derek. Derek." Chris wanted to make sure that I'm awake and everything was okay with me. I fought to open my mouth and reply. I need to take the glass shards out of my body.

   "I'm okay." I replied to clam him down.

   "You saved my life." Chris thanked. He had a grateful look on his face. I appreciated that.

   "I-I need to find J-Jade." What if Stiles pulled up another stunt like this and she's the next victim? I can't heal without knowing she's safe. I have to know she's safe. "P-phone." I must talk to her. Now.

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