How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 43

They were like sitting ducks, just waiting for something to happen.

"You know they can see you right?" she asked, a brow raised. They wouldn't be very good private investigators when it came to this part of the job. "Do you not think they're a bit like Danny's group in Grease?"

The others turned to look at her with confused faces. "No, but hear me out on this! They all wear leather jackets! Let's hope it is like something in Grease. Imagine if we were fighting and they just burst into a song," she snickered.

They all returned to glancing out the window as Jade quietly sung Grease Lightning under her breath. Come to think of it, if her life was a movie it would probably be something like Scream. Well, not really but they were always nearly being killed so it was close enough.

"I have an idea. Just shoot one of them!" Stiles exclaimed, looking to the huntress. They all started to mutter protests but he continued explaining. "We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it. Or at least give it a shot, right?"

"Well, it's more an arrow," Max commented. Technically, he was right. The group glared at him in annoyance. They obviously didn't appreciate his and his sister's attempt of comedy in the worst times. "I'm going upstairs to get my daggers, one sec."

"They don't expect us to fight so I guarantee if one of them gets hit, they'll take off. I mean, really, what chance do they have? A huntress, a werewolf when Scott gets here, a seer, a witch who could probably take them all down and... me, but the point still stands."

"Which one?" Allison asked. She could do this. How hard was it really?

"Derek. Shoot him," Stiles said confidently.

"Preferably in the head," Jade added.

"Scott was able to catch an arrow, so Derek definitely can."

"Oh. Just shoot one of the other three then."

"You mean two."

"No, he means three," Jade said, getting off the step. The chance of this working out in their favour was getting slimmer by the second. 

"Where the hell is Isaac?"

Allison's breathing got heavier as she started to panic more. She pointed her crossbow out the window, but was thrown to the side before she could do anything. She collided with a picture frame, the glass splintering in different directions.

"That was my favourite photo you asshole!" Jade hissed. It was a framed picture of her, Scott, Stiles, Max, Melissa, Liz, Sean and Noah when the kids around five. They had visited Spain with all their parents for a few days. Max and Stiles were sitting on two sun beds, reading comics with their faces covered in ice cream. Noah was sitting with them, talking about which comic they would get next. Liz and Melissa were both in swimming costumes, sun bathing and laughing at the kids. Jade was holding a doughnut floatee, smiling wildly at the camera as Scott pushed Sean into the water. Claudia was laughing behind the camera, trying to get a photo of absolute chaos.

Jade and Stiles got thrown down the corridor- thanks to Isaac. They tried to scramble to their feet as Isaac advanced towards them, but they were using each other to get up.

"Stiles it's here!" Allison shouted from the other end of the house.

Max threw himself from the staircase, jumping onto Isaac's back. Jade and Stiles quickly got up in order to get out the way of yet another fight. He hit Isaac in the head with the side of his hand. When that didn't work, he took a handgun out of his belt before hitting Isaac on the side of the head with it. The boy crumpled to his feet as Stiles helped his friend up. "Oh my God, did I kill him?"