I fumbled with the necklace around my neck, a pink amulet my mother gave me on my 7th birthday. It has 3 rectangle stones, creating a circle and in the middle a round one. My mother said to never take it off. It's for protection, she said. As a kid I thought it was just a stupid necklace. However, I did as I was told, I never took it off. As a 16 year old teenager, I don't want to take it off anymore. It's the only thing I have left of her.
"That's a beautiful necklace you have there," a manly voice erupted my thoughts.
I gave Deaton a slight smile, putting the amulet back, save under my shirt. "My mother gave it to me ones as a birthday gift."
Deaton nodded with a frown before placing a small rack with maybe 10 little bottles on the examination table. "Watch what you touch," Derek grabbed Isaacs hand quickly before he could take one.
Deaton picked up a few bottles filled with some kind of herb reading the labels before placing them back in the rack. "So, what are you some kind of witch?" Isaac asked sarcastically leaning on the table. I rolled my eyes, can he be serious for just one minute? A witch, seriously?
He glanced up from reading one of the bottles "No, I'm a veterinarian." Isaac nodded satisfied with the answer. Oh, I guess he was serious with that question.
"Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin," Deaton said to my brother placing the last bottle back in the rack.
I sighed. This is hopeless. Why can't Jackson be stopped? If we just knew who is controlling him, we could stop him. I still don't get how he can be controlled anyway. Derek bit him, created him - so why can't he stop him?
"We're open to suggestions," Derek responded in all seriousness, desperate for a solution . I nodded in agreement. Jackson is drawing attention to himself. And not just to himself, but also to us. We have to stay quiet especially with the hunters in town. Ask Scott, he knows all about how it can end in a bloody mess when they cut a werewolf in half. We've seen it, back when I first arrived and met Scott for the first time.
"What about an effective offense?" Isaac said glancing up at my brother.
Derek shook his head "We already tried. I nearly took its head off -"
"And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up," I interrupted thinking back to the time at the parking lot while chasing Derek who was chasing Jackson.
Deaton looked at us in astonishment "Has it shown any weaknesses?"
Derek glanced at me "Well, one - it can't swim." That's right that night when we were trapped in the swimming pool, it didn't came in.
"Does that go for Jackson as well?" Deaton asked.
"No. He's the captain of the swim team," Scott spoke for the first time ever since Deaton arrived.
"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people," Deaton turned around and fumbled in one of the drawers. And just like the time at the police station, I tried to see what he was doing. I can't help it, I'm just really curious.
"A puppet - and a puppeteer. One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife." Deaton said holding up some sort of coin before placing it on the table. "Do we know why?"
"I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else," I said glancing at the four guys in the room.
Isaac turned his head to look at me "How do you know it's not part of the rules? The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too."
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Little runner § Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"Run!" That was what her mother was screaming at her,.. those were also her last words. Screams that filled the air, and the smell of burning flesh was all there was to smell. She turned around and did what she was told, she ran. Far away from t...
