The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twenty-Seven ꕥ

I turn to Allison and put a hand on her shoulder, "Watch Lydia." I say frantically, grabbing Stiles's hand and tugging him towards the jeep. Scott follows after us and we clamber into the jeep. He takes off down the road, going way over the speed limit. 

"Left!" Scott calls, catching a glimpse of Jackson. 

I was trying to look for him as well but with Stiles's erratic driving and the lack of a seat belt in back I kept getting thrown around the back. I groaned when I slammed into the wall and Stiles sent me a pitiful glance. 

"Right!" Scott  yelled and I slid across the back of the car again and hit the other wall.

We ended up in a back alley where Stiles parked the jeep. 

"Where are we?" I ask as we jump out of the jeep. Jackson had disappeared over a wall and we couldn't follow with the jeep.  

"Better question, what do we do now?" Stiles inquired. I try to jump over the wall but its too tall, and by now Jackson would be too far away. 

Scott was leaning around the corner and Stiles snug up right behind him, trying to look at whatever Scott was looking at. 

Scott turned around and jumped when he saw how close his best friend was, "Holy cr-" 

"Wha - sorry, I'm sorry." Stiles jumps back as well, flailing his arms around him, "Did you see where he went?" 

Scott shook his head, "I lost him." 

"What?" Stiles exclaims, "You couldn't catch his scent?" 

"I don't think he has one." 

"All right, any clue where he's going?" Stiles asks, turning to face me as well. 

Scott leans on the wall behind him, "To kill someone." 

"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Stiles nods and Scott gives him a deadpan look, "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." 

"Just help me find it." Scott snaps. 

I step forward and point at Scotts chest, "Not 'it.'" I say, "Jackson." 

"Yeah, I know. I-I know." 

"All right, but does he know that?" Stiles asks, "Did anybody else see him back at your house?" 

"I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott murmurs.

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" I ask, Lydia didn't pass it which would have made sense if she was the kanima. But she wasn't. 

"I don't know." Scott shakes his head. 

"Maybe it's like an either - or thing." Stiles suggests, "I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?" 

I hear a soft clanking above us and I look up. I hit Stiles arm as the kanima glares down at us from the roof. 

"When it's Jackson." Scott realizes. 

"Uh guys." I whisper, still hitting Stiles's arm, "See that?" 

They look up just in time to watch Jacksons tail slip through the window. 

"He's inside." Scott gasps. 

I stare at the building, suddenly recognizing where we were, "What's he gonna do in there?" I ask. Who could be his target in a gay night club?