Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

3:6 Rule Six

Warnings: mentions of violent hallucinations, violent hallucinations, asthama, diffuculty breathing, mentions of drug use and drug dealers, dead people, mentions of dead people, swearing, slight injuries

The red ink looked a bit too much like fresh blood for Vic as her dad drew a red 'x' on Tracy's photo. "Chimeras," her dad said. "Two dead chimeras." 

"And eight new ones," Malia pointed out. 

Vic looked down at the book in her hands. She had read the entire thing the night before. She didn't feel any different then before she read it. Malia had had a flashback to the night of the crash with her family when she was driving. Now she knew that her mother, the Desert Wolf was the one that shot those bullets into her family's minivan. 

Vic couldn't help but wonder what might happen to her. What she might remember. Maybe it was something from the Dealers, maybe it was something from the crash, or even something before the Dealers. 

"So that's ten in all," Stiles concluded. 

"I'm thinking maybe eleven," Noah said. Vic looked up as her dad pinned a mugshot of Donovan onto the corkboard. She heard Stiles's heart slow then pick up again. She put her hand on his wrist, traced her thumb back and forth across his pulse. 

"Our station tech guys confirmed something for me," Noah continued. "They said both the holding cell lock and cameras could have malfunctioned because of something electromagnetic." He looked down at the book in his daughter's hands. She held it out to him. "You said that, uh, these guys-"

"Dread Doctors," Malia finished for him. 

"Are we really calling them that?" Noah asked. 

"It's the only name we have for them," Vic said. 

"So they broke out Donovan?" Malia asked.

"It's how they got into Eichen House isn't it?" Noah questioned. 

"Donovan's a chimera," Malia concluded. She walked over to the board to study his face better. 

Noah turned to look at the board as well. "Yeah, but is he a failure like Lucas and Tracy?" Noah questioned. 

Stiles turned around and walked a few feet away. The other two didn't notice. 

"If he is, he's probably dead," Malia stated. She picked up the marker to x out Donovan as well, but Noah grabbed her wrist before she could. 

"Not until I've seen a body," he instructed. 

Vic walked over to her brother and tilted his face to look at her instead of his shoes. "Hey, it's okay," she whispered. "It's over, you're safe." 

He nodded but he had a look in his eyes like he didn't believe her. She knew that look. She had worn that look herself. 

"You two are uncharacteristically quiet," their dad said. 

They turned to face the two at the board. "Yeah, sorry... I'm, uh, I'm just trying to think about it," Stiles excused. "These are all teenagers, right? So now shouldn't we be trying to figure out why these teenagers? If the Dread Doctors went through all that trouble, burying them, killing them, breaking one of them out of jail, they couldn't have been chosen at random." 

"They had to have something in common," Malia agreed. 

"Something that made them right for this experiment," Noah finished. 

"Something that made them special." Stiles's eyes were stuck on the picture of Donovan. She knew what he was thinking. What had been so special about him?