Teen Wolves

2.4: Abomination

Echoes De Luxe- Hold On 

"I'm going to sterilize and cover this up. It should heal soon," 

"How do you know about us?" I demanded as he took a gauz to clean my brother up. 

"You were both bitten?" he asked. 

"Yeah, by the same alpha. The same night," Scott answered. 

"Shut up, Scott," 

"I know about your kind. Your kind I can help. This," he motioned the body. "This is something different," 

"Wha-wha-wha-?" Scott began to studder. 

"Do you know what did it?" I finished for him. 

"No, but the Argents will and this is the crucital part. They'll have some kind of record or book. It'll have descriptions, histories, notations, all of the things they've discovered," 

"All of the things?" Scott and I asked at the same time. 

"How many different things are there?" Scott asked. 

"Some one's here," I informed them when the sound fo cars driving over gravel echoed right outside. 

"Hide," Dr. Deaton pointed at the closet behind him. 

The two of us rushed into it and shut the door. Several footsteps smacked against the linoleum as a group of hunters swarmed into the medical room surrounding Dr. Deaton. He tried to make himself look like he had been examining the body this whole time. I glanced as Scott who looks just as terrified as I feel. How does Dr. Deaton know about werewolves and the Argents? Is he working with them? Why is he helping us if he's one of them?

"I'm starting to think that I need to buy a more prominent closed sign," Dr. Deaton spoke after someone cleared their throat. 

"Hello, Alan," my heart skipped at the sound of his voice. The man who had sliced that other werewolf in half the night after Kate was buried. Dr. Deaton's heart rate spiked. He's scared. "It's been a while. The last I heard, you had retired," 

"The last I heard you followed a code of conduct," Dr. Deaton retorted. Despite his obvious fear, he's keeping calm. 

"If you haven't noticed this body is one of ours," Mr. Argent, Allison's dad answered him. 

"I did. I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his fingertips. So, don't assume I will be swayed by you philosophy just because I'll answer a few questions," even his voice is steady. Who the hell is he or maybe, what the hell is he?

"He was only twenty-four," Mr. Argent insisted. 

"Killers come in all ages," Dr. Deaton turned to face the old man almost accusingly. He's bold. 

"All ages, sizes, shapes," Gerard agreed. "It's the last one that concerns us," 

"How about you tell us what you found?" Mr. Agrent added. There was movement. I peeked over the small window on the door to see them all surround the body. 

"See this cut?" Dr. Deaton asked lifting the body's head. I can't see what he's pointing out because Gerard is in the way. "Precise. Almost surgical. But this isn't the wound that killed him. This had a more... interesting purpose," 

Gerard's heart skipped. It didn't go unnoticed by Scott either. "Related to the spine?" 

"That's right," Dr. Deaton answered. "Whatever made this cut was laced with a paralytic toxin potent enough to disable all motor functions," Chills crawled over my skin as I looked over my brother. "These are the cause of death," he motioned the wounds over the front of the body. "Notice the patterns on each side?"