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chapter four: idiot

My dad went inside the Tate residence to address the father as Stiles, Scott, and I snuck in the back door.

Stiles started throwing stuffed animals at Scott to smell while I was looking around.

"All I'm getting is some animal smell." Scott said.

"What kind of animal?" Stiles asked, looking for something else.

I heard a low growl and turned my head to see a rottweiller. "Dog."

" Hi, puppy. Get rid of it." My brother said, grabbing me.

"Me?" Scott asked.

"Yes, you. Glow your eyes at it, something, be the Alpha." I said.

"I can't. I don't have control." Scott said, the three of us barely moving as the dog continuued to growl.

"Okay, buddy, you're going to have to try something." Stiles said.

"Nice doggy." Scott said, sticking his hand out to it as I threw my face in my palms.

The dog started barking and the three of us had no idea what to do.

"Apollo! Apollo, shut up! Shut the hell up!" Mr. Tate yelled from the kitchen and the dog winced and walked away.

Stiles began handing Scott miscelaeous items again. "Here. Try that." He said and Scott took a whiff.

"Anything?" I asked.

"All I'm getting is that dog." Scott said and my brother exhaled heavily as I rubbed Scott's arm for comfort.

My brother noticed a picture on the desk and took a picture on his phone before we got out of there.

The three of us packed in the jeep and pulled over down the road and waited for my dad's squad SUV to show up.

"I'm sorry. I tried as hard as I could. If it wasn't so long ago, I might have been able to do it." Scott said as we hopped out.

"It's okay. It was a long shot. In fact, it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped a wound open in that poor man. I never should have brought you guys here. I don't know what I was thinking." My dad sighed. "Thanks for trying, all right?"

"Yeah." Scott said as my dad patted him on the shoulder.

"See you at home." He said and kissed my head before getting in the car and driving away.

"Aren't there a lot of cases that go unsolved?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I just think this is one he felt like he could've figured out right now." Stiles said.

"Why is it so important now?" Scott asked.

"He wants to be able to solve one more while he's still Sheriff." I said, looking at my shoes.

"What do you mean, 'still Sheriff'?" Scott asked.

"Your dad, uh--" Stiles said.

"He thinks my dad is a crappy sherriff and is trying to get him fired." I said.

There was a brief moment of silence before Scott got an angry tone in his voice. "Take me home."

When we dropped Scott of Stiles and I started our drive home. 

"I hope he can stop this." I said.

"He's Scott. He always finds a way." Stiles half smiled looking over at me.

When we got home, we pretty much went right to sleep, maybe a half hour later I heard feet coming up the stairs. I opened my door and saw Scott.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"Come with me." Scott said grabbing my arm and pulling me into Stiles' room.

"Hey, what's going on?" Stiles said, sitting up in his bed.

"You, Brooke, and me. We're going to go out and find a body." He stopped, and I looked at my brother. "A dead body."

Stiles and I quickly got dressed and drove off into the woods with Scott.

"Hey, this is how this all started? Wouldn't it be funny if I got bit tonight?" I joked, and the two boys looked at me clearly unamused. "Not funny. Okay. I'll be back here." I said, keeping quiet until we got to the spot.

"You know, if my dad's right, that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet." Stiles said as we walked through the woods.

"I know." Scott said.

"If it turns out to be something like triplets that form into, like, a three-headed hound of hell, I'm seriously not up for that." I said, referncing the twins.

"Yeah. Me either. Especially if I can't even control my own transformation anymore." Scott said.

In the distance there was a howl and Stiles spastically grabbed Scott which made him drop his phone down a hill into a puddle. Scott and I looked to Stiles unamused.

"Sorry, buddy. I hate coyotes so much. They always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless little animal." Stiles explained. 

Scott jumped down the little hill of rocks with ease and grabbed his phone. "It still works"

Stiles spastically slid down the rocks and turned to offer me a hand.

"No thanks klutzo, I got it." I laughed, jumping down myself.

"Let me see the flashlight." Stiles said, walking a few feet ahead. "I think we found it." 

Scott and I followed my brother to the over turned car full of leaves, dirt, and blood.

"Uh Why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence?" Scott asked.

"Probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out." Stiles said. "Look at this." My brother said getting closer to the car door. "See those?" He pointed out large scractches that Scott ran his fingers over.

Animal claws would be closer together, right? A lot closer." I said.

"Then it was a werewolf." Scott said.

"So, my dad was right." Stiles said, laying down to look into the car.

"What is that?" I pointed out so my brother would turn the flashlight.

A babydoll hand was sticking out of what used to be the dash board.

"That is creepy on too many levels." I shuttered as my brother took the doll out and stood up, examining it.

"I'm hungry." The doll said making Stiles flail and drop the doll, clutching his chest.

"I think I just had a minor heart attack." Stiles said, sitting on a rock.

There was a growl a little away from us that grabbed our attention."

"Hey, guys. Please tell me you see that."  

Stiles and I took a few steps closer to Scott and saw glowing blue eyes.

"I see it." I said. 

The animal took off running and Scott began to follow it.

"Wait, hey, Scott! Scott, wait!" My brother yelled attempting to follow Scott, but I grabbed him.

"Idiot." I smacked him. 

"What's better, standing her waiting for him or following him so we know exactly where the danger is?" Stiles asked.

"There could be more than one!" I said.

"Yeah.." He trailed off, sitting on the rock.

"Again, I say idiot."