Never Stop Running

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Newt was momentarily paralyzed in shock as he stared at the mysterious man that just grew claws from his fingertips and penetrated his boyfriend's neck with them. As soon as he snapped out of his brief mental breakdown, his small nose scrunched in anger. "What the shuck is he doing to him? He better get his bloody hands off of him, or I will kill all of you!"

The female the room doesn't really seem to be bothered by this, as she stares at him with a small grin. "Sweetie, you look to be about fourteen years old. Do you know how old I am? Older than you can even imagine, so I wouldn't threaten me if I were you." Her smile is sickly sweet, and 100% fake. Then her chocolate eyes drift back to the pair just feet away with a bored expression. "Besides, separating them would kill both of them, and I don't think you want Stiles dead, now do you?"

Newt's mouth forms a soft 'o' shape, and he quickly shakes his head.

"Jennifer, there aren't even any vampires in Beacon Hills. You can't let Stiles and N- Shane to be taken from their families again. There has to be another way to handle this," Chris tries again, and from where Newt is sitting, he can see the rope lying leisurely on the floor, along with Chris flexing his tense wrists. The teen's heart begins to pound, and he instantly takes his eyes away from the sight as to not draw attention to it.

Ms. Blake stares at the elder, almost conflicting on her decision. Then, she stubbornly crosses her arms over her chest. "It's my life or theirs, and I don't know who these children are, so it's a pretty easy decision, Mr. Argent." Her tone isn't overly polite anymore. In fact, it's quite the opposite, with ice so chilling it sends shivers now Newt's sore back.

Before Chris has the chance to reply, Deucalion and Thomas both awaken with a gasp. Deucalion recovers quickly and stands, while Thomas does his best to bring air back into his lungs, choking on spit and blood in the process.

The old man smiles and calls out, "Ethan! Aiden! Come collect our newest members!" Jennifer grins in delight, proud of herself that she chose correctly. Chris keeps his mouth shut, deciding that it would be better for him to survive this than die and not be able to relay information to Derek and the others.

Two identical teenage boys troop down the stairs with a smirk synonymous with their Alpha's and roughly approach the two teenagers.

Newt recognizes them, and his jaw sets furiously. Those traitors.

"Don't you shucking touch me," Thomas demands bitterly, but he is easily slung over the meaner looking one's shoulder. "Hey, do you hear me? Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? I swear they're English and pretty easy to understand!"

They stay quiet as the one with softer features smashes the chains restraining Newt and brings his to his feet. The frailer stumbles, so Ethan picks him up and begins to bring him up the stairs, following Aiden, who is struggling with a flailing and shouting Thomas. Newt mutters unkind words, but he knows it's useless to try and struggle against supernatural strength.

Deucalion snarkily provides a thanks before following the twins out and beginning the trip to the old factory.

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Scott and the others approach the woodline, and the True Alpha turns to the humans. "Okay, one thing werewolves can do is run extremely fast. So do you want to drive, or we could carry you there?" His eyes kind and his eyebrows expressing concern.

Minho rolls his eyes. "I'm a Runner; I'll follow fine. But Teresa may need some help." Teresa glares at the boy before slowly giving in with a sigh and nod in agreement.

"I got her," Peter offers, and most of the pack glares with distrustful, narrow eyes. The elder rolls his eyes dramatically, something to be deemed 'a Hale thing' even though Derek is more fond of using his eyebrows. "I'm not going to do anything, you children. I'm the strongest here that wouldn't mind carrying a teenage girl considering the strongest member has a very possessive and aggressive girlfriend," the man drawls on, nodding his head, that happens to be displaying a bored facial expression, in Boyd's general direction, thus resulting in a small growl from the young blonde.

Derek was the first to break the extreme mass of tension swallowing the air with a clear of his throat. "Okay Peter, we're trusting you not to try anything," he warns, brushing off the small sound of indignation from his uncle. Then he turns to the other human, silently contemplating the physical ability of the boy. "Are you sure you're going to be able to keep up with us?" His tone wasn't mocking, but it wasn't concerned either. It was some in between that showed that he just wanted to make sure that this plan worked out.

The newcomer placed a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "That question actually offends me a little," Minho gasped with a cheeky smile, causing Malia to roll her eyes at his stupidity, while somehow being able to keep her eyes on him the entire time. Some may say that there was a hint of attraction in her dark eyes, but she would never admit to it. Minho continues, "Bring it on."

Isaac shrugs and nods his head slightly. "Let him do what he wants," he provides in a doubting tone, which makes Minho grin at the challenge.

Scott looked at all of his members before nodding his head. "Alright, let's go."

They took off running. Much to the pack's surprise, Minho kept up. He turned out to be faster than a few of the wolves, and even Kira. The tanned boy smirked at Isaac, who he kept even with, even when Isaac did his best to push himself forward. Lydia, who had been perched on Jackson's shoulders, shouted directions over the pounding feet on the forest floor.

"Chris?" Scott stopped, and the rest of the pack stilled their feet as well to stare at the man that had been missing for hours.

"Why do I smell other wolves?" Derek growled, looking around for a trail to follow, but the scents seemed to surround them. It was strong and overwhelming, and it angered Derek that he had just noticed it.

"Scott, you need to hurry. Stiles and Shane were taken by Deucalion. He wants to turn them, but not into wolves," Chris spoke fast and with urgency. Isaac seemed faltered when the name Shane sliced through the air. The name was familiar, but he couldn't bring any memories of the name to the surface, or why the name sounded so important to him.

"What is he turning the into?" Erica demanded impatiently, thinking of young Stiles in elementary school, when the child would be the only one to play with her and not bring up her seizures. Her heart ached for the boy, even though they haven't spoken for forever.

Chris' bright blue eyes darted to every person of the pack before he took a deep, sympathetic breath. "He wants them to be vampires." He spoke bluntly, and like a blunt knife, it took a moment for it to break the surface.

But when it did, Derek was the first to break the panicky tension. "We need to find them before he finds Lawrence, who's most likely going to immediately turn them. Lawrence resides in Arizona, so we need to move, now." Derek looked to Scott, waiting for him to make the decisions. Derek was used to giving orders, but he knew that Scott had to learn how to be an effective Alpha without a Hale revising everything.

Scott shook his head, clearing terrifying images of his best friend with blood-red eyes and fangs dripping that metallic liquid. He takes a deep breath before straightening his shoulders and hardening his eyes. "Derek, you take Isaac, Erica, and Boyd in your Camaro and meet us there. I'll take Allison, Kira, Minho, and Liam in the Jeep. The rest go with Jackson in the Porsche. If you don't fit, Peter, take your car. We need to go immediately, since Deucalion already has a lead on us. Alright, go." Everyone instantly took action and ran in different directions.

Derek huffed as he slid into the familiar leather seats of his beloved Camaro. He didn't need to have Lydia's powers to know that something bad is going to happen in Arizona. He hoped that he was correct in Deucalion going to Lawrence as opposed to Edmund in Oregon. His eyes widened at the thought. "Isaac," Derek spoke, shifting gears as he got on the highway, driving in the opposite direction of the baby blue Jeep, "get Scott on the phone. Tell him to send Peter's car in the direction of Oregon where there's another coven. We need to make sure that we have someone at every possibility. Tell him that we'll call him with the results when we get there."

Isaac fumbled to get the phone out of his front pocket, and his worried eyes flickered to Erica and Boyd, who sat tense in the backseat with their hands tightly coiled together.

"Hey Scott? Derek just remembered something..."

Author's Note: Please don't kill me!! My wifi was out for the majority of the week so I threw this together as quickly as I possibly could. I'm really excited for the next chapter, so until next time... :)