So Cold ▹ Scott McCall [1]

SACRIFICE

Alexia and Scott slipped through another entrance in the garage, and they were welcome by another big hallway ahead of them. They were guided by the fluorescent flickering lights, Scott walking to close to Alexia, afraid that if he was two steps away, she would just disappear.

It was a good thing that Scott was close, it was his arm that wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him that saved her from getting punched by the voltron wolf. Alexia recovered from the scare, and turned to face the twins, her eyes widening slightly.

"Oh my god,"

Scott let go of her, growing fur on his face now, and rushed towards the twins. Alexia sighed, reaching for her dagger one more time that night. She was ready to throw it right into their backs, but that before the voltron wolf started suffocating Scott against the wall.

Alexia's eyes changed immediately, it seemed a lot easier now. She had tried other times, and she didn't seem able to control it, but now somehow she was. Alexia approached the voltron wolf, still holding into her dagger. It was a lucky chance, seeing they were too busy chocking the life out of Scott's body to worry about her, and when Alexia grabbed their left arm it was too late to react, so she was able to pull them and push them against the other wall.

It wasn't ordinary strength what she had, that was clear by now.

"Tell us where she is!" The voltron wolf groaned in anger while standing up.

"You wish," She shot them a hard stare.

Before Scott could recover from his lack of air to help Alexia, she had already been lifted into the air by the twins, his hands around her white throath. It wasn't the first time she was suffocating that night, but that didn't mean it was easier. It really wasn't.

"We tried not to hurt you but good thing Deucalion isn't here to see."

Her body was flying against the wall, her face hitting the ground when gravity caused her to fall. Alexia moaned in pain, her hand searching for her face immediately, staining her fingers with blood. She didn't lose time feeling sorry for another bruise on her body, instead she looked up to see what was happening, the twins walking towards Scott again.

Alexia let out a quiet cry, her body protesting when she tried to get up. She felt scared for Scott, but a sigh of relieve left her lips when she recognized Melissa, who slammed the defibrillator against the twins' back, the voltron wolf ripped apart as they fell on the ground.

Scott was on the ground, his face showing an eternal relieve, same as Alexia. Melissa rushed to her son's aid, helping him stand up. Scott looked over to Alexia worriedly.

She gestured from the floor to tranquilize him, "I'm good."

He still went to her, helping her stand. Melissa looked at the two, happy to know they were both ok, that she hand't showed up too late to help them.

"It looked like you needed some help."

Alexia pointed out, "You are completely... correct."

They walked continued walking down the hallway, Melissa now walking by their side. It was Scott who asked her Mom why Deucalion let her go, breaking the silence.

"He said I was a gesture of goodwill." She explained.

Scott breathed, "He had to have a reason."

"Yeah, Deucalion doesn't do something without a reason behind it." Alexia agreed.

"If that means I should still be terrified, don't worry," Melissa replied with a soft smile, "I'm used to it by now."

They started walking faster, sprinting down the hallway. They didn't had much time, they couldn't afford to lose any of it. Not when the twins were still on to them, and another possible three psycopaths were still at the Hospital.