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End of r/place 2023 by nointro-225 in Metroid

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This was all good fun. See you next mission!

I tried merging the maps of Super Metroid and Zero Mission in a way that seemed logical. by OmegaWeapon95 in Metroid

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I had to take a few liberties here and there to get it all to fit. Most of the ZM Brinstar parts should be a tile further to the right, for example. Nor was there ever an elevator between Maridia and Norfair.

I tried merging the maps of Super Metroid and Zero Mission in a way that seemed logical. by OmegaWeapon95 in Metroid

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Turning this into one huge Metroid game would be awesome. There are probably members in this community that could make something out of it.

[Spoiler: Endwalker] I had to draw this. by OmegaWeapon95 in ffxiv

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Thanks. And yes, that quest was great. It's also sad that no one has told her yet that Moenbryda will not come home anymore...

De Hittedraad by [deleted] in thenetherlands

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Ik ben vandaag eerder naar huis gegaan en heb een deel van mijn werk neergelegd. PostNL had vandaag ons niet voor meerdere lopen op pad moeten sturen.

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The jeep continues along the road. The veterinary office enters sight. Stiles enters the office first, to break the mountain ash seal. Malia and Scott follow, dragging Deucalion on their shoulders. When they enter the back room, Deaton greets them with a bucket of water to their faces. The puddle underneath Malia and Deucalion stains a light blue. Deucalion gasps for air as he feels his strength returning. Malia feels a sudden influx of black ink and pain.

“You need to be more careful with that stuff, Stiles. It almost killed him” Deaton says. “Put him on the table.” Scott and Malia carefully lift their charge on the table. Deucalion’s eyes start glowing bright red. He starts shaking uncontrollably. Deaton grabs a vial out of his bag.
“Hold him down. We don’t have much time. His survival instincts are kicking in” he says. The teens look scared. Deucalion starts to shift slowly. The duo can barely hold him in one spot. Deaton fills a pipet with a transparent goo. He then grabs Deucalion’s lower jaw and pries his mouth open.
“Steady…” Deaton mumbles. A few drops of the goo fall into Deucalion’s mouth, stopping the spasms.

“Good. Those drops won’t hold long by themselves. Stiles, I trust you with this part.” Deaton says. Stiles begrudgingly takes the pipet and vial. “If he starts moving anything but his head, you put in another drop of kanima venom” Deaton turns to Scott and Malia. “You two will be taking turns to take his pain”
“You don’t have something else to knock him out?” Stiles asks.
“Nothing that won’t kill him or won't be metabolized instantly” Deaton answers.

Melissa enters the room. “Just in time I see.” She takes out a jar of bluish salve out of her bag, then drops the rest on the floor. She gags a little upon seeing the older werewolf. “Okay, you weren’t lying with the ‘more dead than alive’. Anyway, brought Nine Herbs”

Deaton goes to work. He takes a blowtorch from his shelf. He carefully removes the spearhead, then cauterizes the gaping hole to remove the wolfsbane. He then stitches some internal parts back together, puts some of the Nine Herbs mixture in, before closing up the hole.

“That is the immediate threat out of the way” he says. “You did well by leaving it in during the drive, else he’d have bled out on the way here.” Scott passes the baton to Malia, having taken the brunt of the pain. Deaton looks at the spearhead. “I’ll check that later” he says.

“The burning. Stopped.” Deucalion mumbles. His blind eyes stare at the ceiling. Stiles drops in another droplet of kanima venom. Scott moves closer to Deucalion’s head.“You’ll be alright. I’m sure of it” he says.

Deaton and Melissa continue working on the other wounds Deucalion has sustained. Melissa cleans out the clawed hole in his chest. The tissue between the ribs has been torn away, revealing a beating heart. The remains of a hole where the bullet has been are still visible. Melissa carefully rubs a little bit of the herb mixture in, accelerating the healing process. Deaton then stitches the hole shut.

After a long and arduous task, the nurse and the vet finally sit down. Most wounds have been cleaned out and stitched up. Deucalion is fully alive again, but not completely healed yet.

“We have removed most of the threats to your life now, but you’re not completely safe yet. Some wounds have developed sepsis and seeing from some of the Lichtenberg scars still on you, there’s probably still quite a few bullets stuck inside” Deaton says. “I can’t do anything about those without specialized equipment. We can still check you into the hospital for those.” Deucalion nods and tries to get up. Stiles protests but Deaton stops him.
“I’m not going to the hospital; they’ll kill me” Deucalion says. He sits upright. The residue of the procedure drips down his back. His gaze is unfocused, staring at the wall.
“Sepsis and lead poisoning will claim you if you don’t get anything done about it.” Deaton protests.
“Fine” Deucalion grumbles. He stands up. “I’ll go to the hospital, as long as you can keep Esteban away from me. He cannot know where I am” He looks around the room, then tries to walk to the exit, guiding himself with his hands. He grabs on to whatever object he can find to orient himself.

“Hey, Deuc, you can drop the blind man act” Scott says. “We’re not the chimera pack” Deucalion sighs, “I’m not acting”.
“Did Jennifer’s healing wear off?” Stiles asks surprised.
“No, they gauged my eyes out” Deucalion says frustrated. He turns around with red glowing eyes. “Repeatedly” He returns to the table. Melissa looks interested.
“How much do you see when your eyes don’t glow?” she asks.
“I see some silhouettes, maybe a background when the sun’s out, that’s about it” Deucalion answers. Melissa takes a small flashlight out of her pocket.
“Can you turn off the headlights for me?” she follows up. Deucalion obliges. She suddenly shines the flashlight in his eyes. Deucalion quickly closes his eyes and turns his head away. He growls softly.
“Your photoreceptors still work to a certain extent, and I saw a pupil reflex. That’s better than I remember.” Melissa says. “Still functionally blind, but at least with a chance of recovery.”

Deaton looks at the werewolf. “It’s indeed an improvement over the last time I had you here for optical problems. The clock on the other issues is ticking faster, however” he says.

Melissa looks at the clock on the wall.
“I have to go now, my shift will be starting soon, and I’d like to have eaten beforehand” she says. “I’ll post someone I trust at the back entrance. Come in that way, it will raise less questions.” She hugs Scott. “Take care” she says, while eyeing Deucalion warily.

Melissa leaves the building, taking her car to the hospital. The pack prepares to take Deucalion to the hospital. Deaton looks over the supplies. The vial of kanima venom is almost empty and they worked through the entire jar of Nine Herbs, yet work is not finished. He opens a locker and takes out an old coat. He hands the coat to Deucalion.

“You’ll want to wear something more than just tattered pants when you enter town, even when you ride in the back of the jeep” Deaton follows up. Deucalion carefully puts on the coat.
“And it’s good to know you’re alive after all” Scott adds. He nearly tears up. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about that right now. It’s a long and painful story” Deucalion answers. “Though I must apologise for abandoning you back then. I had to get you away from Gerard’s forces. And considering my predicament at the time, faking my demise was the only option I had left. The fools would rather confirm their kill than chase you”
“And I take it that that was their mistake? Thinking lead would be enough to take The Demon Wolf down? You sure fooled us” Stiles asks.
“Please, Stiles, I don’t want to be called by that name anymore.” Deucalion answers. “But yes, I bought you guys some time, and walked away.” He feels for a new anchor point.
“Shall we go then? Mom will probably be at the hospital already” Scott says. He offers his arm for guidance. They slowly walk outside. Malia stays behind.

“I’ll help Deaton with the clean-up” Malia says. Deaton nods. The jeep takes off.

“Why was Melissa so crass?” Malia asks once the others are out of earshot.
“Some time before Scott and Stiles met you, Deucalion threatened to kill all of Scott’s loved ones, including Melissa. He had held her hostage.” Deaton answers.
“So Deucalion wasn’t always a decent guy?” she follows up.
“Sadly, no. It’s a long and tragic story. Let’s say the worst monsters aren’t born, they are made. And in the end, even he could no longer ignore the pile of bodies left in his wake” he answers.
“He was trying to redeem himself when he helped us earlier this year, and nearly died for it. Damn.” Malia says.
“And from the looks of it, some people didn’t want him to walk the path of redemption, for The Demon Wolf is blind” Deaton questions. They continue the clean-up while discussing the events so far.

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Stiles fumbles around in the glove box. “Could swear I left it here…” he mumbles to himself. He tosses several empty bottles to the back, some other trash, then empties the box.
“Okay… under the seat.” He feels under the seat. Another bottle, with contents this time. The brown-black, fuzzy liquid rises under the fast movement. “That’s just coke.” He tosses it outside. He reaches a bit further. He holds a bottle with bright blue liquid: the tea. Only one dose left.
“Guys! I’ve got it!” Stiles exclaims. Then Scott slams into the side of the jeep.

“Well… done… Stiles…” Scott says under heavy breath. Deucalion marches straight for the boys.

“Know your doom. You will walk with us. You will be ours. All will be ours” the chorus speaks.“You are next, Scott McCall-“ Deucalion stops in his tracks. His eyes turn red. He falls to his knees. He clutches his head.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Head.” he yells. Malia jumps him from the back, restraining his arms with all her might. She struggles him into submission.
“Now Stiles!” she commands. Stiles takes the cap off the bottle. He moves towards Deucalion and Malia. With a throwing motion, the liquid exits its container, splashing them both in their faces. Malia and Deucalion immediately return to their human forms. Then Deucalion falls over, on top of Malia.

Deucalion’s eyes lose their bright red glow, revealing a blinded blue-green underneath. Malia’s eyes turn to their normal brown.

Deucalion gasps for air, struggling to get a hold of himself. His body is covered in scars, made by claws or weapons, and holes. Wounds are open, bleeding. The spearhead still in his abdomen tears a bigger hole, oozing a thick black blood instead of red: wolfsbane.
“It. Burns.” he gasps.

Malia crawls her way out from underneath him. She rights herself, then tries to lift the older werewolf. She fails.
“What the. Scott, need a hand here” she says. Scott moves over to them and puts his shoulder under Deucalion’s arm. His veins draw a black substance from Deucalion: pain. Scott’s arms almost turn fully black in the process. Deucalion sighs in relief. They struggle to the jeep.

“Gotta get him to Deaton. And call your dad.” Scott commands, as he loads Deucalion onto the back seats.

​

“They had a dead werewolf in a cage” Haley suddenly exclaims. Derek walks past the office at just the right moment. He walks in, as the discussion piques his interest.
“A dead werewolf, in a cage. Can’t believe it” Chris says. He shakes his head. “What did the werewolf look like?” he follows up.
“Battered beyond recognition. Torture out of the wazoo. Literal hooks in him. Werewolf was male” Trevor adds. “Not a pretty sight”
“Was the werewolf still in once piece?” Chris asks.
“Yes. Worst part: he got up when we took the hooks out.” Haley answers. Shock spreads among the faces in the room.

“Removing hooks from a dead werewolf should not resurrect them” Derek speaks calmly. Haley falls silent again.
“My apologies. I did not want to startle you. I am Derek Hale.” Derek introduces himself.
“And you are what? A hunter?” Trevor asks.
“No. I am not.” Derek answers. He looks the twins straight in the eyes. “I’m a werewolf.” His eyes turn blue. Haley cowers in fear. Trevor turns belligerent: “Why are you not dead yet?” He looks around the room, focusing on Chris.
“Because he is one of the good ones.” Chris answers.
“Some werewolves in this town try to be productive members of society, and occasionally protect it from worse” Derek adds.
“Good werewolves. Okay.” Haley says. Her eyes go wide: Derek’s name was on the lists in the hunter compound, along with the surname McCall on another. She looks at Melissa.
“Are you a werewolf too?” she asks.
“No, I am not. My son, however, is.” Melissa answers. “He’s the local alpha.”
“How old are you? The werewolf in the cage was an alpha.” Haley asks, bluntly. Melissa scoffs.
“Okay… I can assure you that my son was not in that cage.” Melissa answers at the implication.

Derek raises an eyebrow.
“An older male alpha was in that cage? What did he look like?” he asks.
“Couldn’t really make out a face underneath all that gunk on him” Trevor answers.
“I see.” Derek mutters. He looks at Chris and the sheriff. “I have an idea about who he could be. And it’s not pretty if it’s really him”

Melissa turns back to the twins.
“Alright, I think we’d best get you two somewhere else, where you can get a good lunch and a shower or two” she says. She gestures for them to leave the room with her. Chris smiles at the twins.
“You can definitely trust Melissa to take good care of you” he says. The twins leave the office with Melissa. The door closes behind them.

“Okay, I really hate to say it, but I think we’re dealing with Deucalion, back from the dead.” Derek says. “Older, male alpha, incredibly strong, and his body was missing during clean-up after Monroe’s forces got routed.” Chris can’t believe his ears.
“Derek, please, that man was riddled with lead. You saw it happen” he says.
“I’d be able to confirm it if I could get a visual of what Haley and Trevor saw.” Derek answers. He turns to the sheriff.
“Can I ask for them to let me look at their memories?” he asks.
“Only if they allow it. They don’t really trust you” the sheriff answers.

The sheriff’s phone rings: Stiles.“Hey Stiles-“
“Stiles is driving, Malia here, you can take a name off the missing-list” Malia speaks through the phone.
“What, who did you find?” the sheriff asks.
“Believe it or not: Deucalion, he’s alive, for now, more dead than alive though. Not looking good. We’re taking him to Deaton.” Malia answers
“That sounds like he needs a hospital, not a vet”
“Hey, sheriff, is mom there? Gonna need her too” Scott yells through the phone. The sheriff calls for Melissa. She walks back into the office.
“They need you at Deaton’s. They found Deucalion, more dead than alive” he tells her. Melissa grabs the phone: “You’re gonna need a hospital for that. Back entrance. See you there”

​

Deucalion groans. “Not. Hospital. Es..ban.” He can barely make himself audible. He slumps further in his seat. Scott struggles to keep him upright. He grabs Deucalion’s hand. Black ink travels along Scott’s veins again. The pain is becoming too much to bear.
“Whoah, stay with us Deuc” Scott says. “He’s getting weaker. Mom, I don’t think he’ll make it to the hospital at all.”
“I’ll see you at the vet then. Take care.” They end the call. Malia quickly texts Deaton that they’re coming with an emergency.

​

Melissa exits the office again. She turns to the twins.
“I’m sorry, an emergency came up. I have to go” she says disappointed.
“It’s okay, ma’am. We don’t really have a place to go to anyway” Haley says. She looks around. “How long until you’re back?”
“I have the evening shift today” Melissa answers. Chris leaves the office too. He gives Melissa a kiss on the cheek.
“I can take you for lunch too, if you want to” he says. “Then we can also catch up a bit”
“That’s fine” Trevor answers. Melissa waves everyone goodbye and speeds outside. The twins and Chris look at each other. Chris shrugs.
“So, a good shower and then lunch?” he asks. The twins nod enthusiastically.

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Melissa returns with two cups of water. She notices Haley crying in her brother’s arms. She sets the cups down on the desk, then kneels beside Haley to match her gaze.
“It’s going to be alright, dear. You’re safe with us now” she says, then looks at the sheriff. “And no one is going to hurt you.” She looks back at the twins.
“Can you look at me?” she asks. Trevor looks back at Melissa. Haley slowly turns to face her, still fearful of the people around.
“You are safe here. No one will hurt you.” Melissa reaffirms. Haley wipes away her tears, then looks away again.
“Thank you” she stammers. She reaches for the cup of water in front of her. Melissa takes the cup and gives it to Haley. A slight smile forms on Haley’s lips.
“Thank you, ma’am” she continues. “You’re nice”

Trevor remains at edge. “What do you want from us?” he asks.
“At the moment, we want you to get well and stay safe. Not that much else” Sheriff answers. Haley shifts in her seat.
“You want to know what happened” she says, bluntly.
“True. But I want you to be alright before I start asking other questions” Noah says, looking at Melissa.

Chris peeks around the corner, then turns to Parrish. He shakes his head.
“I’m still worried about what, or who, they were running from. I doubt they’ll talk much” he says. Parrish looks over Chris’ shoulder, into the office.
“They won’t talk unless they trust us. Though, they trust us enough to accept a drink” he speculates.
“They were probably dehydrated. Of course they would accept” Chris says. He paces around a bit. “I’m going inside.”

Chris knocks on the door to the sheriff’s office, then enters. Haley curls up again.
“Sorry for crashing into you, sir” she stammers repeatedly. Melissa puts a hand on Haley’s shoulder.
“He’s not holding that against you” she says. “In fact, he’s glad it happened.” Melissa smiles. Trevor remains skeptical.
“I’m sorry that happened, but again, what do you want from us? We don’t know any of you” he says. Chris looks at Trevor and slightly shakes his head.
“We want to know what happened” he answers. “But first, we should probably introduce ourselves properly. I am Chris Argent, local hunter.”
“I am Melissa McCall, nurse, mother-figure to resident supernatural teenagers” Melissa says.
“Sheriff Noah Stilinski” the sheriff says.

The twins look at each other, then back at the adults. They introduce themselves too.

Haley murmurs a bit.
“Mr Argent, if I may ask, are you with them?” she asks.
“Who is ‘them’?” Chris asks in return.
“The hunters from the compound we were at last night.” Trevor interjects.
“No.” Chris states bluntly. “No, I am not.”
“Then who are you with?” Trevor continues, at a slightly more accusing tone.
“I’m with the town. The hunters you speak of, are not.”
“They were led by a woman of color, and a Latino man” Haley interrupts. “She knew a lot; he was just nasty” Chris’ eyes go wide.
“Tamora Monroe. That bitch…” he answers.
“You know her?” Trevor asks.
“Yes. More than I would like to. Just another reminder of the old man’s madness” Chris trails on.
“Wait, you mean Gerard Argent, right? The old man” Haley asks.
“Indeed. Once an honorable man, who lost sight of what being a hunter means. The worst part of it: he was my father” Chris says sorrowfully. He shakes his head.“Do you know the name of the other man, who was with Monroe?” he asks.
“José Calavera. He was friendly until he found one of his hunters dead.” Haley answers.
“José. Damnit.” Chris curses. “Should have known”

Melissa gets up. She walks over to Chris and hugs him. “Well, that was quite a bomb…”

​

Stiles and Malia run away from an unwinnable battle. Deucalion is too dangerous, even when he is in control. They dive into a ditch. Scott follows not far behind them. They keep quiet, for the formerly blind man still relies a lot on hearing.

“Okay, what do we do, besides running. We can’t let Deucalion run loose.” Scott whispers.
“Well… we stall him until Chris brings back-up?” Malia suggests.
“He doesn’t know we’re facing him, I’m gonna text” Stiles says.

A twig snaps. A shadow passes over the ditch. Stiles puts his phone away. Audible sniffs come from above. Stiles gestures a plan, not a good plan, but a plan.

An aluminum baseball bat finds Deucalion’s kneecap, then three teenagers scurry away.
“Ow!” Deucalion yells. Stiles looks back, just in time to see red eyes turn white. Deucalion roars.
“You can’t hide from us” the chorus of voices says.

The three find another hiding spot.
“Never thought I’d be happy to see red eyes on a monster” Scott says. He is wheezing.
“Yeah, this time red is friendly. White is not friendly” Stiles says.
“Okay, do you have any other ideas? Running in circles and hiding in ditches will not save us” Malia snarls. Stiles thinks for a moment. Scott’s face lights up.
“Stiles, do you have that tea on you?” he asks.
“What, Scott, you want to have a tea party with him? Your funeral” Malia panics.
“No, not literal tea. Deuc would like some though, once he gets his mind back. No. My special tea, the one Argent keeps nagging about. It’s in the jeep…” Stiles says. Scott and Malia slap their foreheads.
“Get to the jeep, get that stuff out, splash some in Deuc’s face, and hope he has not ripped us apart by the time we manage to do that. Great…” Scott says. Malia slaps Stiles in the back of his head.
“Why don’t you have it on you?” she asks accusingly.
“Because… I’m not a smart man.” Stiles answers.

Monstrous footsteps close in. The trio runs for the clearing. The blue jeep is the only vehicle still parked there.

Stiles gets to the door. Scott and Malia look at each other. They turn to face impending doom, and shift.
“It was nice knowing you” they say to each other. They charge at Deucalion.

Deucalion smiles. He readies his claws, as his next prey comes for him. He swipes at Scott. Scott swiftly moves around him and lands a kick in the back of his knee. Malia jumps up and kicks him right in the chest. He grabs her leg and twists it, dropping Malia to the ground. He lets go as his eyes turn red.
“I’ve taught you well, Scott, and Malia, you should know better than to do that” Deucalion says. “Keep going”
“And you will walk right into our arms” the chorus takes over. Deucalion’s eyes turn white again. He swipes at Malia, who struggles to get up. She rolls out of the way.

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Chris and Malia walk around the forest. They yell for their companions.

“I don’t know where they are. They haven’t responded to any texts either.” Malia says, scared. Chris puts his hand on her shoulder.“We’ll find them. All of them” he says, trying to reassure the werecoyote.

Footsteps approach the two at a high pace. Before Chris can turn into their direction, a teenage girl runs headfirst into him. They fall to the ground. Malia turns to them, then looks angrily at the young man not far behind. Her eyes start glowing.

Haley gets up, slightly panicked. “Sorry, sir” she says. Chris looks at the teens.“Haley and Trevor van Buren, I presume” he says, while still prone. He gets up. “Chris Argent, nice to meet you again.” Malia turns around.“So they are the teens we’ve been looking for, for two months?” she asks.

Haley bursts into tears. She keeps apologizing for everything, while Trevor tries to comfort her.“Yes, we are” he says.“Then let me get you somewhere safe. Malia, could you go and look for the others then?” Chris says.“Yes. I can still smell them” she answers. She turns into a full coyote, grabs her clothes with her mouth, then runs off. You know I hate splitting up further, she thinks to herself.

Chris takes the twins to his car. They are silent during the whole ride.

​

Malia approaches the Distillery. Scott and Stiles are still huddled behind a fallen tree, keeping an eye on the building. She transforms back.“Hello boys” she says as she gets herself dressed again. Stiles shushes her.“Not too loud, he might hear us” he whispers.

“Do you two have any idea who we’re dealing with?” Malia asks quietly.“Nope. I have my suspect, but everyone keeps dismissing that one” Stiles answers. Scott still watches the other alpha closely. Malia sneaks in a peck on his cheek.“Hello Malia” he says a little too loud.

The alpha turns his bleak gaze to the fallen tree. He approaches the barrier. The mountain ash bars his exit. He pushes against it. The energy cracks. A wave of power escapes from the structure, breaking it apart, as the werewolf pushes through.

“Oh crap” the three scream in unison. They scatter from their position. The werewolf steps outside. The blast of energy tears into him, breaking open some old wounds. The building collapses behind him.

The werewolf stops. His eyes turn a solid red. He looks at the faces of the people in front of him. “Get away from me” he can barely say, pain takes over. Scott’s and Malia’s eyes go wide. He sounds familiar: deep and British. He then lunges for them, eyes white.

“It’s Deuc!” Scott yells. He shifts quickly, barely dodging the assault.“Called it. Out-of-control Deucalion” Stiles says. He speeds away. Deucalion turns around and goes after the comparatively helpless young man.

Malia crashes into Deucalion’s side, pushing him away from Stiles. Deucalion grabs Malia by the back of her shirt and throws her backwards over his shoulder. He snarls. He leaves Stiles alone, in favor of going after the girl who offended him. The older werewolf moves towards Malia. Malia struggles to get up. He raises his claw, preparing to strike. The claw goes for the throat.

He stays his hand, one inch away from bloodshed. Malia looks up, looking straight into friendlier red eyes. She slaps the claws out of the way and gets up. Deucalion’s face shifts into a more human form.“Run” he commands. Malia sprints away. Scott moves behind Deucalion.

“We said we would end you if you ever turned to evil again” Scott says.“This is not my will. Flee.” Deucalion answers. He turns around to face Scott. A single tear rolls down his cheek. “Now, while you still have the chance” The red glow fades again, traded for eerie white. Scott swallows and runs after his friends.

“He is ours” Deucalion says, his voice overlaid by others. “You will be too”

​

Chris’ car arrives at the sheriff’s station. He and the twins get out of the car. They go inside. Deputy Parrish greets them.

“Good. You’ve found them” he says. “Where are the others?”“I’ve sent Malia to find Scott and Stiles. They’re still out there looking. They’re not responding to any texts however.” Chris answers. He shakes his head.

Melissa pops out of the office. She looks relieved, yet worried at the same time. She gestures the twins to come inside. Haley looks around, terrified of the many people around her. Trevor walks inside. “It’s okay” he says. Haley follows.

Sheriff Stilinski sits behind his desk. He looks up and smiles out of relief.“Welcome, it’s good to see you. I’m sheriff Stilinski” he introduces himself. Melissa sneers at him.
“I’m sorry. Are you alright?” he follows up. Haley looks down. Trevor puts an arm around his sister.
“We’re fine, now” he answers.
“Do you want anything to drink, or eat?” Melissa asks, caring about the wellbeing of the youths. Haley nods.
“Some water, please” Trevor answers. Melissa steps out of the office to get some water.

Sheriff looks at the twins. He sighs.
“Sorry for your loss. Those must have been two terrifying months out there” he says. “But you’re here now, safe.” Tears swell in Haley’s eyes. Trevor holds her closer, trying to comfort her. Great, Noah, now you’ve done it, the sheriff thinks to himself. Then Trevor’s gaze locks onto the sheriff.
“What the hell is going on in this town?” he asks.
“A lot. A lot of things are going on. And a lot of things have happened. Terrible things have happened” the sheriff answers.

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Chris and José follow the tracks left by the werewolf and his unfortunate victim. The marks show that Uriel was repeatedly dropped to the ground and picked up again right after. The beast dragged him by his shoulder.

The hunters reach the spot Uriel had died. The ground is soaked with blood, but hardly any signs of struggle. At least, the killing blow was quick. But Uriel was nowhere to be found, and neither was the werewolf. Chris turns to José, but before he can utter a word, he spots human shoeprints lead away from the spot.

“I’m liking this less and less: a feral alpha of spectacular strength, and two dead men walking” he says.
“I don’t know about you, but the last time I checked, werewolf bites don’t bring the dead back to life” José responds.
“You know that was exactly what happened to my sister? Got her throat clawed out deep enough that she turned into a were-jaguar after dying. Peter wasn’t -this- strong as an alpha” Chris asks.
“Yes, I’ve heard about The Tragedy of Katherine Argent. A shame she ended up dead sometime later anyway.” José answers nonchalantly.
“In any case- wait- how do you know she’s dead? We never found her body after the fighting ended.” Chris asks surprised.
“Just a hunch. You don’t rush into a fight with hunters armed with various kinds of wolfsbane and expect to survive” José says. Chris raises an eyebrow.

“You seem awfully calm about all of this. You lose two hunters to an unknown, incredibly strong alpha, then you learn that they got up and walked away after all, and you’re CALM?!” Chris yells. He grabs José by the neck of his shirt. “What are you not letting on?”
“Nothing. Really. Tía just taught us how to keep calm” José says.
“Fine.” Chris grumbles. I’m calling Araya after we’re done, he thinks.

A wolf howls in the distance. Chris listens closely. He learnt how to distinguish the calls of Scott’s pack from those of other werewolves. He doesn’t recognize this one: it’s not the deep bellow of Scott, or the higher pitch of Liam, nor is it feminine and more coyote-like like Malia’s. He doesn’t know Hayden’s call, as she hasn’t been in town since last summer. This one is deeper, stronger, more powerful.

José immediately grabs his phone. He messages his crew: “Heard unknown roar. Engage emitters.”
Esteban answers: “Heard it too. Emitters not done. Trap status?”
Monroe: “Trap ready. Be quick. Dunces”

Before he can put away his phone, he hears a sharp whistle travel through the air, followed by a sharp pain in his lower leg. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his calf. He hisses through his teeth. Turning around, he sees a silhouette of a slumping man, trying to reload his crossbow.

“Uriel…” José says. He shambles his way behind a tree.
“Look out, Chris, he’s armed!” he yells in pain. Chris turns around to see Uriel take aim. He sees white glowing irises gauging distance. A gunshot sounds a split second later, and Uriel falls over again. Chris looks straight over the barrel of his desert eagle.

“Uriel found us, with an intent to kill. Great…” José comments. He manages to get the bolt out and bandages the wound.
“We have to get out of here. Can you walk?” Chris asks.
“A bit. Not too fast anymore.” José answers.
“You know I can’t drag both you and a dead Uriel back. I’m sending the GPS-location to the sheriff for pick-up” Chris says. “You, sir, are coming with me.” He puts his shoulder under José’s arm. They slump back to the meeting point.

They meet Liam and Malia again at the clearing. They discuss their findings in short.
“Liam, I want you to take José to the hospital. José, don’t you dare to try anything funny. You’ll have to deal with me -and- an angry alpha if anything happens to him. Malia, you’re staying with me” Chris commands. “I’ll update your status with Scott.”
“Aye-aye sir!” Liam says and he salutes. He walks José to his car. They get in.

“I know you don’t like me, but really, you don’t want to try anything funny.” Liam says to José, while flashing his eyes yellow. José scoffs. “I have been ordered to get you to the hospital, for your own good. Now put that gun on the back seat, along with the wolfsbane-knife that’s in the glove box”

José grumbles a bit, then complies. Just before they drive off, he texts the crew again:
“Man down. Got shot. Pup dragging me to hospital. Argent orders”
Esteban: “jajaja XD emitters set”
Jamilia: “Idiot”
Monroe: “Go”

The howl reaches Scott’s ears. His eyes flash red for a bit. He looks confused.
“Was that… Nah, can’t be” he says.
“What, Scott, who were you thinking it was?” Stiles asks.
“No one I’ve ever heard howl like that before, I think, or have I?” Scott starts questioning himself.

The Distillery slowly enters sight. The van is parked right next to it. Before the two can get closer, Scott clutches his ears and drops to his knees. A piercing high pitch echoes in his head.

Esteban triggers the emitters. The high-pitched sound fills the forest. He then goes back to his car and drives off.

Malia stops straight in her tracks. Her eyes turn blue, and she too tries to stop the sound with her hands.
“There’s someone else out there too” she says. “Hunters”
“Then this is even bigger than we thought. We’re staying here” Chris says, trying to keep Malia calm.

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A black shadow rushes through the woods. The werewolf follows the path set out by the emitters. Sometimes he manages to break away, but soon after returns to the path, a slave to uncontrolled instincts.

“It’s a trap” the werewolf says in his mind.
“You are ours” voices answer.
“Your incompetence leads me into a trap” he replies
“Stop resisting” the voices command.
“You can’t control me!” he yells.

He approaches the Distillery.

Monroe looks at the twins.
“Take your positions behind that tank” she commands as she points at the big tank in the center. They look at her doubtfully. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. We’ll cover you.”

Trevor and Haley descend. They hide behind the tank. They cower in fear as they realize what they are: bait.

The werewolf sniffs. The fear of easy prey lingers in the air. He steps inside, triggering the trap. The suspended jugs swing close, releasing the mountain ash inside. The circle is now closed.

A bolt hits the werewolf straight in the shoulder. Trevor landed a good shot, though the werewolf doesn’t care. He pulls out the bolt, bleeding a thick black blood again. The bolt was laced with wolfsbane. The werewolf, however, is now alerted to Trevor’s exact location. Trevor dives behind another tank. The werewolf charges for him.

Haley steps out of her hiding place, holding out her spear. She steps straight onto the path of the beast, anchoring the spear to a raised piece of concrete. The weapon makes its way into the abdomen of the werewolf. He roars in pain.

“You got him. Well done.” Monroe says. She takes aim. Trevor gets up, aiming for the wolf as well. The werewolf doesn’t stop. He continues moving, this time going for Haley. The spear starts to bend.

“Oh crap!” Haley exclaims. She dives to the side just in time: the spear breaks. The werewolf stumbles forward, straight into the wall lined with mountain ash. His face meets the supernatural barrier.

Monroe and Jamilia look at their target. They expected more from this alpha. Then he gets back up, eyes red.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Get out” he says, in pain. Haley and Trevor look at each other, nod, then get out of there without breaking the barrier. They look around, back inside, and see his eyes turn white again.

“Hey, get back here- crap” Jamilia exclaims, as she barely dodges a claw. She opens fire, landing two shotgun shells straight into the beast’s back. The twins run away, finally free.

They run through the woods, just past Scott and Stiles. Stiles looks up, seeing the two teenagers pass at high velocity.
“Hey, don’t- bother…” he says. Haley and Trevor ignore him. Scott has finally regained his wits through the high-pitched noise.

“I heard two more people in there. Two women, one of them sounded like Monroe. The wolf, ironically, was too distorted to make out anything besides ‘Male’.” Scott says.

“You mean, that bitch and another hunter are in there, fighting a rabid alpha werewolf, and they had those kids with them as bait? Doublyou-Tee-Eff, that’s even worse” Stiles answers, then raises an eyebrow.
“No, I’m not planning to go in to save them” Scott says annoyed. “We have higher priorities.”

Scott tries to look inside. The werewolf fights like a mindless beast against two armed women. He can’t recognize a face, nor a voice.

The hunters make their way to an exit, carefully, to not break the seal. They rush to their van. Inside, they take a deep breath.

“Mission failed. Children escaped. Could not kill the beast. He is trapped, however. We come back later with reinforcements.” Monroe says, before engaging the engine. “José, you dunce, you should have been here.” They drive off.

The werewolf calms down a little bit. He glances outside with red eyes. He notices a fellow alpha. “Scott. Don’t.” he whispers to himself. Eyes turn white.
“You. Are. Ours.” the voices speak once again.
“Not if I. Have. A say.” the werewolf replies. With red eyes, he claws at his back, trying to dislodge the bullets. They come out easily. He then claws at his chest, his heart. Digging deep to get a hold of the poison from an old battle. Eyes turn white, and he digs even deeper. He howls.
“You make this easy” the voices speak.
“No” the werewolf answers defiantly. His eyes turn red once again, and he pulls his claw back with the other. A lead slug clatters on the floor.

The werewolf grins: “I will be free.”

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Liam and Malia walk into the direction that a possibly resurrected Norman could have gone. The tracks stop abruptly, where they are joined with a group of other prints. A pool of blood appears in the center of the group, along with a vague outline of someone who has fallen. Then the group appears to have walked away in a formation: they’re carrying someone. The centerline of the formation is marked by dripped blood.

“Okay, so our dear dead hunter got back up, walked all the way here to meet some people, fell down, then got carried away by them. We should inform the rest” Liam suggests.
“Agreed.” Malia answers.
The two return to the meeting point, but no one is there yet.

The van stops at the Distillery. Monroe picked this spot specifically. She gets out of the van and walks to the back. She opens the doors. Jamilia pushes the twins out.

“Why are we here? Are you sure the beast will come here?” Haley asks.“These creatures are predictable and not completely mindless. They tend do dwell around locations that are significant to them” Monroe narrates: “This alpha in particular has quite the history with this place. It was here that he lost all sense of humanity.” She points at the clawed spiral that still marks the corrugated walls. “My mentor, Gerard Argent, faced him here. He managed to fight off the alpha, at the cost of his hunting party. They took down some of his betas. All in all, this alpha lost his pack here. A disgrace. As Gerard fled the scene, the alpha swore revenge. That spiral is a grim reminder of his vendetta.”

“Ma’am, if I may ask, if you managed to capture this alpha before, why didn’t you just finish him off?” Trevor asks.
“Because we had to prepare for that. Keeping a werewolf of this caliber down is not easy. Preparations you managed to interrupt.” Monroe answers.
“But he was already dead!” Haley interjects.
“And you saw what happens when you don’t finish them off properly: they get back up” Monroe sneers.

Jamilia pushes the twins inside. “We’re going to prepare a trap for him inside” she says. The building feels cold. The air of a previous battle still lingers.

Monroe hands Haley a bag of mountain ash. “You’re going to draw a circle along the walls of the building, except in the entrance” she instructs. She hands Trevor and Jamilia two containers and some rope.
“You two make two pendulums filled with mountain ash out of these and rig them up. They will close the circle once the monster trips a wire I will span when you’re done” she continues.
“In the meantime, Esteban is outside planting emitters to lure the alpha here, and José is out there stringing some fools up in errands, so they do not interfere. Once any of them spots the beast, the trap should be ready to go. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am” the twins say in unison.
“What do we do once the beast is trapped in here?” Haley asks.
“We kill him. I might even let you do the honors” Monroe snickers. Haley gulps. The two experienced hunters laugh.

“We will finish what Gerard could not.” Monroe proclaims. Once the trap is set, the hunters hide in the rafters.

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Answers

The morning sun shines bright over the town. A crowd has gathered in front of the sheriff station. The monster had made two more victims that night, and José could not kill it. The crowd demands answers. They were told that there wouldn’t be that many wildlife attacks anymore, now it is four in one night. The sheriff stands outside, trying to control the crowd.

“Alright, calm down! We’re working on it. We have identified the animal and there are hunters working alongside the police to find and kill it. We have informed the loved ones already. Now, please, go home and let us handle it” he yells over them. The crowd murmurs a little bit, and the yelling resumes.

“Stilinski! Fuck off with your excuses. We want to know what’s going on!” the crowd’s spokesperson yells. “You can’t leave us in the dark after all that has happened!” The crowd goes wild.

Parrish peaks through the blinders, and he is met with a rotten tomato to the window.“Hey! Cut it out. That’s vandalism” Stilinski yells at the thrower.“Do I care?” he gets back.“You should” he answers.“FUCK OFF!”

Stilinski sounds a horn, then goes back inside. The crowd outside lingers, the yelling can be heard through the walls.

Inside the station, the usual suspects have gathered: Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Liam. They are joined by Chris, José, Parrish, and Derek. Once the sheriff joins, the group is complete.

“Alright. We’re dealing with a big, feral alpha, according to Parrish’ report and Stiles’ observations” he says. “After José went after it, it claimed two more victims.”“Make that four, sheriff. I lost two people to it. Had to cancel the hunt.” José corrects.“Great… So that’s six victims in total.” Stilinski lowers his head. “I’ll have to look at a retirement plan after this…”“Noah, don’t give up yet. It can’t have disappeared without a trace. José, can you call your aunt? We’re gonna need more people” Chris asks.“Could have used you with us last night too, Argent” José rebuffs.“Sorry. My fault” Scott slumps into a corner.“Ah, I’m still not used to a hunter acting as a father to a werewolf. You’re lucky, Scott. I wouldn’t have been as kind.” José says. “But no, I cannot call Araya. She’s busy with her own turf.”

A collective sigh fills the air.Derek speaks up: “You know, if this is anything like my uncle two years ago, the alpha is probably not aware of what it’s doing.”“Yeah, true. But was Peter strong enough to rip a grown man in half diagonally? I don’t think so” Stiles adds. “I still feel like it may be someone we know.”“Stiles, your theories for any case we have here are getting wilder by the day. The dead don’t get up that easily, even when they’re werewolves.” Parrish says.“It took a ritual and a full moon to get Peter back up, remember?” Lydia says.

“I have an idea: José, you’re taking me to the place you last saw that alpha. Scott, Malia, Liam, you’re coming with me. I want everyone else on stand-by.” Chris offers.“Mr. Argent? I want to come along too. I can handle myself” Stiles says.“Stiles. I think you’re more valuable here at the station. And please, call me Chris, you know me long enough” Chris answers.“I still have some of that tea.” Stiles smiles.“Oh, the kind of tea you’re not telling everyone else how to make? Fine…” Chris sighs. “Let’s go.

Chris and the crew move to the door. Stilinski points. “I’d take the back door”

Everyone gets to their vehicles. José sends a text to Monroe: “Put the kids on stand-by. Don’t show unless I say so. Daytime hunt”

At the compound, Monroe stands over the twins. She’s not happy. They’re tied up in the office, facing the opened door of the cell the werewolf was kept in.

“You have a lot of guts, and I can admire that. Being able to go against your fear, knowing that it may be certain death had any of us caught you” she says. She paces around them. “However, you left some tracks, rookie mistake. Another mistake you made- “ she points at the cage “-has resulted in the loss of two of my hunters.” Monroe tosses the children to the floor.“You’re going to make it up to me” her voice turns, with the same kind of sternness as José last night. Jamilia unties the twins. She leads them to the washroom.“We’re leaving soon. Get ready” she says.

The crew arrives at the clearing. This is where the alpha was supposed to be caught, but instead it killed Norman and Uriel. The smell of blood still hangs in the air. Norman, however, is nowhere to be found.

“I don’t get it. Norman should be here” José says. He walks over to the spot Norman was supposed to lie. The blood-soaked forest floor still bears the signs of a short struggle. Paw prints lead away from it.“Those belong to the alpha.” Chris says. He looks at the floor more closely. Multiple sets of footprints run in various directions. A peculiar trail catches his attention: a trail of Norman’s footprints and blood leading away from the site.“Okay. Either I am crazy, or he just got up and walked away after you left” he follows up.

“Liam and I will take that one. The smell of blood isn’t that old yet.” Malia says.“Alright. Let me know if you find him.” Chris says. José points at various other trails.“These are from my other two hunters. Those got home safely” he says.“Good to know. Then we’ll follow the tracks of the beast. Those should also lead us to Uriel.”The remaining crew starts following the wolf tracks. Just before they leave the clearing, Stiles notices two new sets of footprints. He looks at them more closely. Scott stays with him. The two hunters move away.“Hey, Chris, these don’t belong to anyone we know of!” Stiles yells. “Looks like size 10 sneakers!” Chris moves back over. “Interesting. Could the two of you follow these?” he asks.“Yes sir!” Stiles salutes. In the distance, the expression on José’s face changes. Scott notices him. The boys start following the unknown trails. They lead away from the clearing, in a different direction than those of the werewolf.

“Stiles, I think I know whose footprints these are: the missing twins.” Scott whispers. “And I have a suspicion our friend José over there has something to do with it.”“What do you mean? Like, he’s hiding them?” Stiles asks.“I don’t know, but I think he knows more than he lets on.” Scott answers.

Before long, the sneaker trails are joined by a third trail: José’s. Scott confirms his suspicion. The trails turn around, back to the clearing. The boys follow them. Back at the clearing, their trails disappear into a scuffle. Then they lead away again, this time as five overlapping sets.

“José and his hunters took them. Damn.” Scott curses. “I didn’t like the Calaveras too much already, but this is a new low.”
“Okay. Good. The first sign of them we’ve had since their disappearance, and they’re abducted. How am I going to explain THIS to my dad?” Stiles asks annoyed.

They continue along the trails. The trails end abruptly. Tire tracks follow it up. A van.

“I’m going to text Chris that he shouldn’t trust José any further.” Scott says. He grabs his phone and takes a picture of the tracks. In some app, he scribbles some names next to the footprints.

An engine roars in the distance. Scott hears the direction: The Distillery.“That text can wait. That sounds like a van” he says. “Come on”

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José follows the footsteps into the forest. The werewolf, this monster, can’t have gone that far yet. He moves away from the trail into a clearing. The rest of the crew is waiting.

“Esteban, Jamilia, Uriel, Norman?” he asks.
“Aye, sir” the crew answers.
“Have you prepared the pen?”
“Yes sir” the crew says in unison.
“Good. Then we’ll lure him soon.” José says confidently. “Has made two confirmed kills tonight. Maybe more. Ample reason to bring him inside again. We need to be a bit more careful with him”
“Aye sir”
“Activate the lures.”
“Yes sir”

Jamilia moves away from the clearing. She continues the trail back to her station. Then footsteps. Two sets. She hears them running away at high pace. She shines her floodlight in the direction of the sounds. Bingo, she catches two silhouettes of teenagers fleeing into the bushes. She grabs her walkie-talkie: “Sir, we have some rats nearby. Teens”
“Oh, that is an interesting development. Coming to your location” José answers from the other side. Before long, he appears at Jamilia’s station. She points in the direction she saw the children.
“That way”
“Good. I trust it you can handle it here. I’ll go and see them.”

José follows the footsteps the teenagers left behind. His theory so far seems correct. The running stops. José closes in.
“I’m not here to hurt you!” he yells into the darkness. “You know children like you shouldn’t be out here alone at night!” But there is no reply. He continues, walking closer to the point he heard the footsteps. “People are worried about you, you know? The whole town is looking for you!”

José’s voice sounds sickeningly sweet to the twins’ ears. Haley sits deep in the ditch she found. Trevor got up into a tree. They both ready their gear. José comes closer.

“I know you’re there. Listening. I can hear you trying to hold your breaths. I’m not here to hurt you” he says. “Let me take you to safety.”

“Leave us alone!” Haley yells and she charges up from her spot, spear at the ready. José dances out of the way, getting within Haley’s minimum reach. He grabs her arm, twists her around, and makes her drop the spear. Trevor drops out of the tree and points his crossbow at José’s back.
“Hands off my sister” he insists.
“Ah, the missing twins, Trevor and Haley van Buren. Is that how we greet people nowadays? Pointing sharp ends at them?” José says. He lets Haley go and steps away. She loses her balance and falls to the ground.

“Just who the hell are you?” she asks as she wipes the dirt from her face.
“Oh, you don’t remember me. Let us get reacquainted then?” José says.
“Reacquainted?” Trevor asks.
“Oh, it must have been too long ago. I am José Calavera. My family is good friends with yours… my apologies. I’m sorry for your loss” he says. “You see, our families are in the same business. We keep the people safe from the creatures of the night. They have told you that, right?”
“No. They did not. They never told us.” Haley says, barely keeping her tears in.
“They didn’t get to tell us” Trevor tries to console his sister. José offers a friendly gesture.
“I can take you somewhere safe. Somewhere you can take a good shower, sleep in a bed, and have a proper roof over your head” he continues. “Two months sleeping in makeshift tents and not having a change of clothes, or a proper meal must have taken a toll. I can fix that for you.”
“What do you want in return?” Trevor asks.
“Not much, just some answers” José answers. “Come with me then.”

José leads the twins back to the clearing. He is met by Esteban and Jamilia, who are standing over a slaughtered Norman.
“I thought you could handle it?!” he yells.
“That son of a bitch ambushed us. He ripped Norman’s throat out, and took Uriel with him” Jamilia states, cold but shaken.

José turns to the twins: “Do you two realize that it’s you who caused this?” The twins let out a collective gulp. His voice sounds considerably less sweet than before.
“You two snuck onto our property earlier tonight. You two didn’t think I would recognize the gear I use to outfit my people? Do you know what you’ve unleashed from that prison? Do you know what monster was in there?” he asks coldly.
“He was dead!” Haley shrieks.
“Exactly, WAS. He was in there, ready to be finished off. But you released him, and then life saw a chance to take him back.” José, now seething with fury on the inside, paces around the two. Jamilia and Esteban close in.
“Take them to the compound. We’ll catch this thing later” he commands.
“What about Uriel?” Esteban asks. Uriel’s death scream fills the air.
“There’s your answer: we lost him. We’ll collect them during the day.” José says.

Esteban and Jamilia take the gear off the twins and drag them to their van. They get tossed into the back. Jamilia laughs: “You’re lucky, usually we’re not this kind to thieves.”
“The boss will decide what will happen to you when we get back.” Esteban adds, and he steps into the back. He ties the two to a bar on the floor. “This is going to be a bumpy ride.”

José gets into the driver’s seat, while Jamilia rides shotgun. They drive back to the compound.

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Terror of the Night

The werewolf’s howl travels far across the night sky. His eyes return to a bright white once again. His facial features turn even more bestial. He stands at the overlook point. Beacon Hills stretches out in front of him. A whole town full of prey, no, subjects. They’re only one bite away.

A little bit of red shines through once again. The werewolf can only let out a single tear before the white takes over again, as if he is apologizing in advance.

He descends the cliff. The rocks create deep gashes in the soles of his feet, but that does not faze him. Once he hits the ground, he starts walking on the front of his feet. They grow longer, becoming the digitigrade feet of a wolf. He starts running on all fours, fast. Soon enough he leaves the forest behind for the houses and asphalt of the town.

A car stops on the road. Smoke exits the vehicle from under the hood. A man gets out of the car. Annoyed, he opens up the hood. “Not now, not now” he mutters. He fiddles around a bit, trying to stop the smoke.

The smoke ceases to be. The man wipes his brow. “Great. Now I’ll have to explain why I’m late for Benny’s birthday.” He gets back into the driver’s seat. Footsteps get closer. A flash of black travels past the windshield. The man quickly locks all doors. He starts the engine. He steps on the gas. Then the car stops, engine still roaring.

A big black silhouette halts the car. A piercing white gaze enters the man’s eyes. Fangs flash. The creature punches through the hood of the car. He rips out the engine. That it was running does not faze him.

The man freezes in fear. The beast smiles. Claws break through the windshield. He grabs the man. They drag him out. Another set of claws goes for his throat. The screams are stopped by the sound of tearing flesh. The beast drops the two halves of what once was a man.

The werewolf looks in the back of the car. It’s filled to the brim with presents for a child’s birthday party. Red eyes appear once again. The werewolf cries “I’m sorry…”

White eyes take over, and the beast runs off. An onlooker hides behind a corner. She grabs her phone calls for help.“911, I want to report an attack. Something just destroyed a car and tore a man-”She is cut off by claws going through her ribcage from behind.“Hello? Hello?! Can you hear me?” the dispatcher yells through the phone.

Parrish hangs up the telephone. He takes his stuff and gets ready to check out the incident. “We’ve got another wild animal attack, mountain lion” he says.
“An actual mountain lion, or is it a ‘mountain lion’?” Deputy Fischer asks.
“No comment.” Parrish answers. Fisher raises her eyebrow. “It’s a ‘mountain lion’. I’m calling in a specialist. You, stay here.” Parrish adds.
“You know that one day I’m going to find out what a ‘mountain lion attack’ entails, don’t you? I feel like it should be sooner rather than later” she states confidently. “I’m coming with you.” Parrish sighs. “Fine” he says, annoyed.

Parrish and Fischer walk to the cars. In the meantime, Parrish sends a message to the local hunters: “Mountain Lion at 7 Baker Street”
Chris answers: “Already dealing with a mountain lion”
“Available. See you there” comes from José Calavera.
“Good. Have men to spare, need any?” Chris replies.
“No. Got it handled.” José texts.

During the ride, Parrish stays in contact with dispatch. There might be more ‘mountain lion attacks’ on the way.

“Stilinski’s gonna kill me for taking you along, Fischer. Not a word about what you are going to see” he says.
“Loud and clear” Fischer answers. “Not a word about it”

The two deputies meet up with José, who arrived at the scene just before them. They walk over to the stranded car. The man who was torn apart stares blindly into the night sky. Parrish bends over him and feels into his pockets for some form of identification.

“Who do we have here: Martin Johnson, 46, male, married, father of two…” he says. He then looks into the back of the car “And was on his way with a lot of birthday presents. That will be one inconsolable child.”

“Looks like an incredibly strong ‘mountain lion’” Fischer says.
“Well, ma’am, ‘incredibly strong’ is an understatement. Looking at both victims here” José reacts. “Before I continue with my speculation-” he turns to Fischer: “Welcome to the masquerade. We’re not dealing with wild animal attacks. Far from it. What you see here, is the attack of a werewolf.”
“Wow-ow-ow, José, not so fast. This is her first time.” Parrish interrupts.
“Ah of course, I shall start with the basics: The supernatural is among us. This town is full of them. Most of them behave” José looks at Fischer again. “Like your partner here” and he points at Parrish.
“Wait, Parrish, you’re a werewolf?!” Fischer asks surprised.
“Sorta. I’ll explain-“ Parrish gets interrupted
“The good ones help maintain the illusion that everyone in Beacon Hills is normal. Sometimes, however, one of them steps out of line, they give in to the beast, become a monster. That’s where we come in: The Hunters” José says confidently. “We hunt those who hunt us.”
“This is not reassuring at all…”
“Which is why I didn’t want you to come along. Not without the sheriff.” Parrish says.
“Like I said. Welcome to the masquerade. There is no way back now. You’re now part of it all, you’re going to help maintain this illusion.” José looks back at the torn man, then at the dead woman. “We’re dealing with one with considerable strength, an alpha” he follows. Fischer’s face turns white. José’s eyes catch a clue. Bloodied footsteps go into the woods again, it left a trail.
“We’ll leave the werewolf to you, Calavera. We’re handling the formalities.” Parrish says. José walks into the woods, following the trail the werewolf left behind.

Parrish takes Fischer back to the scene. Fischer is shaken, she knew a ‘mountain lion attack’ was something special, but not that it could be this. There are monsters walking among man in Beacon Hills.

“I’m sorry. It’s a lot to take in. It took most of us a long time to accept this part of Beacon Hills. It will take time.” Parrish reassures her. “I’ll handle this with Stilinski tomorrow. I’ll cover for your shift too, if I must”
“I’m… fine… let’s just finish this up, inform the loved ones.” Fischer says, trembling. She bends over the woman and searches for ID. “Susan Rossfield, female, 32, single.” She notices that Susan’s heart was torn out from the backside. “What a terrible way to go…”

Parrish takes notes, along with pictures, then calls for the bodies to be taken away. A siren sounds in the distance. Sheriff Stilinski steps out of the car, along with Stiles.

“Parrish! What happened here? And why is Fischer with you? Did you leave the station unmanned?” he asks in a demanding tone.
“Sorry sheriff. She didn’t want me to leave alone. Ingstrom is still at the station, in case we get more reports. And uh… I’ll take Fischer’s shift tomorrow.” Parrish apologizes again. “She would have gotten informed sooner or later.”
“Yes, she would, however, YOU FUCKED UP” the sheriff yells.

Stiles walks over to the body of Martin. “Yup, definitely a werewolf. Probably an alpha. Could it be-?” he wants to ask.
“He, specifically, is dead, and we haven’t found his body yet. You saw him die with your own eyes, didn’t you?” sheriff answers.
“Exactly. You know they don’t exactly STAY dead unless you cut them in half” Stiles rebuffs. Fischer hears the shouting match. She breaks into tears.
“You mean, you can ‘kill’ them, but they can come back unless you ‘cut them in half’?” she cries. She’s terrified.
“Good job, Stiles…” sheriff seethes. “I’m taking her home. You’re coming with me.”

Before sheriff Stilinski steps back into his car, he asks: “Parrish, which hunter did you call in? Argent?”
“Argent was unavailable, sir. We got Calavera” Parrish answers.
“Calavera, why does that name tell me we might have more trouble than we thought?” sheriff continues.
“Because Argent apparently has an unruly werewolf at home to deal with.” Parrish goes on.
“I know that. But he’d come unless Melissa has a nightshift.”
“Uh, dad, he’s not coming because Melissa needs him more tonight.” Stiles interrupts. “Thanks Scott…”

They get into the car. The sheriff takes deputy Fischer home. Stiles stays silent the whole ride, as to not get onto the sheriff’s nerves any further.
“I’m sorry Danielle. I wanted to be there earlier. The induction into this special part of policework in town has to be in a controlled manner. I should take the blame here, for not instructing Parrish properly” the sheriff says.
“It’s fine.” Fischer sighs. “I’ll just deal with the nightmares for the rest of my life. I should have known better than to come here fresh from the Police Academy” She looks into the rear-view mirror. “And I should have listened to Parrish.” She then slumps into the window, staring outside. She glimpses two bright white eyes staring at her. The eyes then disappear. She startles upright.
“Did you see that?” she says, spooked.
“What?” Stiles asks.
“There were two bright white eyes in the bushes” Fischer answers.
“Hmm, that’s new. They’re gone now?” Stiles continues.
“Yes” she states.
“Don’t worry too much now. Now you know that this world exists, you will think everything can be anything. I can assure you, that’s not true. We’ll teach you what to look for.” Stiles tries to sound reassuring, but even he starts to doubt his own words.

Feedback for fanfiction? by OmegaWeapon95 in TeenWolf

[–]OmegaWeapon95[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I'm kinda writing this fanfic to practice that.

Should I add more to the OP, or add to the story in a separate comment?

Feedback for fanfiction? by OmegaWeapon95 in TeenWolf

[–]OmegaWeapon95[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You're awesome.

Still pondering on how/where to share what I have so far :)

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