Derek POV.
"We know your here!" Busting down the door with his right foot, it shattered under the pressure. A couple of gun shots went off then complete silence.
"You can't hide forever!" Again he shot his gun, this time at the wrecked floorboard. He signaled his men to move in, the wood squeaked as they shuffled around the living room. At the top of the staircase a figure formed, it leaped landing on it's two feet. With brisk movement, he took out two of the men, bashing eachother's foreheads together. Instantly gun shot's went off, swiftly dodging them, he escaped.
"GO! GO! GO! I want that bastard!" two other men ran after him, one taking left, the other right. Going deeper and deeper, the woods grew eerie. Gunman one was very attentive, his hands trembling, sweat dripping down the side of his face. From above, leaping off a low branch, he tackled the man. With two punches the he was knocked out cold, dragging the gunman behind a moss covered tree.
Finding the second gunman was effortless, his scent could be tracked by a mile away. At full speed, he bolted straight for the target, but not knowing the hunter was only a couple of feet behind the gunman. Witnessing the attack, the hunter steadied his gun, focusing the point and pulled the trigger, the bullet pierced his arm. He let out a doleful cry, fleeing the scene while struggling with the lethal bullet, slowly poisoning his body.
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"Scott. Scott. Scott." I roamed the halls of the Beacon Hills High School, it rotted of human-flesh. My vision blurred, my strength was drained, and my brain was drowning in venom. Passing by, was a girl with long flowing golden blonde hair. Her scent was different from the other naive, shallow teenagers. It was more distinctive-RING! Ramming my body into lockers, the noise chimed through my ear drums. Within a few minutes the halls were filled with chaos.
A familiar face approached me, "Derek! What the hell are you doing here!?" "They shot me" Scott made a baffled expression, "Who? The hunters?" I spoke through my teeth, "No, Santa Claus." My head throbbed, and my muscle's were going to give out. Scott grabbed my left arm, swinging it over his shoulders. He pulled out his smart phone, dialing, "Meet me in the parking lot."
Tires squealed as a blue Jeep braked at the side of the curb. They loaded me into the back of the car, I rested laying on my back, still clutching my right arm towards my chest. "Scott where are we taking him?" Scott's voice was unsteady, "The vet?" "oh the old snip snip?" Stiles remarked. "The hunters shot him, but with some kind of odd bullet" "A silver bullet?" Stiles questioned. Scott shrugged, I interrupted, "no you idiots, Wolfs bane."
*Flashback*
"Derek! Derek! come on!" Laura was wearing her new flower dress, with white strapped sandals. She stood out on the porch, waiting impatiently for his arrival. "You promised to take me!" she hollered into the house again. "Not if you can catch me!" sticking out his tongue, he dashed out the front door and into the wilderness. She laughed and followed his trail.
Her laughter echoed in my head. It haunted me, but in a pleasant way. I could never forget it.
"Dude, I think we're losing him!" Stiles annoying voice snapped me back to reality. He hoisted me out of the car. Scott shoved the keys in Stiles hand, "I'll be back." and walked off. "Scott! what the hell! where are you going!? You can't leave me all alone with him!" I growled, breaking away from Stiles and making my way to the front door.
A huge whiff of cheap scented candle filled my nostrils as we walked in. I Leaned over the metal counter, ordering Stiles, "Get me pliers and bandage wrap."
He shuffled about through drawers and cabinets. My body began to shiver, bones shaking, my blood boiling under the skin. I threw my jacket off, exposing my right arm, the veins around the wound darkened and popped out. The bullet tore the skin, showing layers of red tissue, steam rose from the bullet. Stiles layed out different utensils on the table, he glanced at my arm, "Oh. My. God." and quickly looked away.
Ignoring his reaction, I grabbed a red handled plier, ready to make the injection and pull the bullet out, Suddenly my body shocked, and I coughed up thick black goo. Stiles stared at the floor with a disguished face, "Oh, my god, what the hell is that!?"
"my body," I paused taking a breath, "It's trying to heal." I shoved the pliers into his hand, "I need you to take it out" I turned around, finding an eleastic band and tying it around my upper arm. He stood there, staring at me, "Stiles! I'm running out of time!"
Just then Scott rushed in with Dr. Deaton, pushing Stiles aside, "Derek I need you to lay down and remain calm." I did as told, Scott cleared the table, and he covered my mouth with a mask. 3. 2. 1. Blackout.
