CHASED BY THE SHADOW [STILES STILINSKI]

12; my turn to be a hero

TEEN WOLF
CHAPTER TWELVE; MY TURN TO BE A HERO
(S3:E10) PT 2
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"Wait, you actually wanted to kiss Stiles?" Scott questioned once more. He was in total shock that Nicole wanted to kiss his best friend. Someone as hot as her want to kiss someone as nerdy as Stiles.

Nicole rolled her eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh, "Maybe, for the last fucking time. Plus, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have happened. We just met, what makes you think either of us would let that happen?"

Their conversations happens to be cut short seeing as one of their enemies, they happened to be battling that very night, interrupted them. They were walking down a dark hall when they heard a light clanking around them. They both stopped their moving, scanning the area. That's when the twins came barreling in. They both ducked in time as they sent a punch their way.

Scott was the first to stand up, pushing Nicole out of the way. He pushed her back against the wall as the twins grabbed Scott, attacking him. Nicole watched as the twins slammed Scott against the walls beside them. Once they firmly had Scott against the wall by his neck, Nicole began to get angry.

Her eyes flowed its crimson red and she began to growl. She saw a movement behind the corner and before to action on the twins, she saw that it was Melissa. The same defibrillator Stiles had earlier was in her hands. An idea popped in Nicole's head in that moment.

"You twins are really getting on my last nerve," Nicole growled as she clawed at their back. They let out a painful roar, arching their back, and letting Scott go. Nicole grabbed their shoulders, kicking the back of their legs. They fell to their knees, still howling. "Miss McCall!"

Melissa dove into action, pressing the defibrillator to their chest, electricity surging through their bodies. They fell back, unconscious, separating themselves from their Voltron Wolf. Nicole's face went back to normal as she smiled proudly at Scott's mother. Same with Scott.

Melissa outstretched her hand to Scott he grabbed onto it, "Sweetheart, get up. Come on."

And then they were off. The three brunettes ran down the hallway trying to get down to one of the main floors. Eventually, they made it there. They were no longer running, their footsteps caused too much noise. As they walked around the dark hospital, Nicole's mind drifted back to her life before coming back to Beacon Hills. The cruel, murderer, Nicole Lightwood she was.

She didn't really change her last name to Hale until she "accidentally" murdered her pack. She didn't know what she was doing really. Anger seemed to cloud her brain making her completely savage. The killing didn't stop until she was satisfied. But she'd only kill someone unless she was truly angry. The full moon amplified Nicole's anger, driving her to kill her parents. Every low blow, every disrespectful comment her parents pack threw her way as they cornered her only made her go insane.

She blacked out, killing each and everyone of the werewolves before her. Fake loyalty, false words then drove her to kill her own pack. Though her reasons were quite petty, she still killed them. She was not ashamed that she had shed the blood of anyone who had come of aquatinted with her. She was ashamed that she liked it. In fact, she loved hearing them scream for mercy, the bone crackings, the hearts being ripped from their insides, and, of course, the blood on her hands.

Wolves fear the young Lightwood taking in that she was the most powerful women to walk among this earth. She was known for her killings, she was known for her cruelty. She was known to make her uncle, Peter Hale, look like a true angel. She has slaughtered over three dozen people in the last half decade. And there was no going back.