Scratches Are Worse Then Bites (Teen Wolf) (Derek Hale) Slowly Editing

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"Okay, check, check and...check." I mutter to myself as I look at the contraption I have managed to build in a quick ten minutes.

"I still don't understand what you hope to succeed by doing this." Dean trails off, looking around at my contraption.

"How bout... Get us out of here?" My sarcasm shines through as I make my way back to the spot I was locked up before and put my cuffs back on like I never broke through.

We wait a total of 17minutes and 32 seconds before the door bursts open, with the same man as before. Luckily he was completely oblivious the the body about to fall on him before it was already too late.

"Son of a Bitch!" He cries out, trying to squirm his way out of the dead weight of the teenager.

I pop out of my chair and lock the door, I can already hear feet above us scrambling down to use, they no doubt heard him scream out. I turn back towards the burly man, using my handcuffs to tie him up on m previous torture chair.

I take the keys out of his back pocket and turn back to Derek, unlocking him from his uncomfortable position.

"We need to go!" I tell him, grabbing the three guns and four knife the man had scattered about his clothes. I hand Derek a few, but i take the majority of them. He glares,

"What? You got claws." I smirk at him before un latching the door and throwing it open, ready to get out of hear guns blazing, only to come face to face with the sheriff.

I immediately drop the guns and give him a huge hug.

"How the hell did you find us?" I laugh histaricaly at him, relived that I wouldn't get shot again.

"Holy hell Max, We've all been looking crazy for you, you look like crap. What in Gods name happened here?" He looks around his surroundings, when he eventually lands on the pile of dead kids. He rushes over to them without hesitation, I stop him before he can check the first ones pulse.

"Mr. Stiliknsi, they're all dead." A tear falls down from his face as he glances back at me, he must notice all the fresh blood across my clothes because he walks back over to me with confusion.

"Did they..."

"They tortured me, ya... That seems to be happening more often then not, huh?" I joke, referring to the last time I crossed passed with Peter.

"I want names of who did this to you- We're you shot?!" He demands, his eyes franticly look over my body for any other visual wounds.

"Just a little." I give him a small smirk, my adrenaline still pumping, It will probably wear off soon and I'll be left with some serious pain.

He grabs the walkie talkie hanging off his belt and calls dispatch, asking for an ambulance, coroner, the whole deal after he tells them that the search is over and I'm found.

After he hangs up he takes another quick look around the room, landing on a bloody Derek who is hiding in the shadows, Mr.Stilinksi automatically draws his gun,

"Did he do this?!"

I reach my hand out and force his gun to lower,

"No, he was hurt too, he actually tried to help." I state, and then i set things straight, telling him that Kate Argent was the one doing all of this and she was behind the school attacks and the movie clerk killing that happened a few days ago.

We hear the ambulance from upstairs and make our way back, just as I was about to get to the top of the stairs, I collapse everything starts to go numb.

"MAX?!" Derek shouts, rushing over to pick me back up,

"I can't feel anything." I cry out, probably about to have a panic attack.

He hands me off to the paramedics and climbs in the back before they rush off down the street and my vision starts to fade away, leaving me with a scared image of derek looking at me.

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