Charlie McCall (Season 1)

"Lunatic"

All credits of the story go to Jeff Davis and the production team for Teen Wolf. I do not own the series, or any of the characters. The only characters I own are Charlie, and the ones that don't appear in the television series.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, profanities, sex, alcohol, drugs, etc. For mature audiences only.

"I think it was Colonel Mustard, with a revolver, in the lounge."

"Are you seriously accusing me right now, Sheriff?" I gasped incredulously, a smirk evident on my face.

I was currently at the Sheriff's Station playing clue with the Sheriff and two other deputies. Since Wednesday night, I had been confined in my room, doing as much research as possible on the supernatural. I was obsessing over it to ensure nobody else died, or that we wouldn't get a repeat of the other night at the school. I was not about to give the alpha another chance to strike.

Scott had been dumped by Allison, even though he claimed that they were "just on a break." I don't believe it for one second, but I think that she'll get over it pretty fast. I just feel like everyone is stressed because of everything that happened. It'll take a couple weeks max for everyone to cool down, and not necessarily forget about it, but to get over it.

Because Scott was "on a break," kind of like Ross and Rachel, Stiles decided to be a dutiful friend, and take him to get his ass drunk. I didn't like the idea of it one bit, because normally I get uncomfortable with alcohol and drugs (we can thank my dad for that one), so I declined the invitation to tag along. Besides, it'll be good for them to spend some time together, just the two of them.

I was at the Sheriff's station because my mom was at work, and I really didn't want to stay home alone. I was still somewhat shaken up, and I wasn't at all prepared to full on fight the thing. Even though I was furious with the alpha, I had to be realistic. There was no way I would be able to land even one punch.

I normally visit the precinct to hang out with Stiles, but occasionally, I come by myself. That's why my presence here wasn't abnormal for the deputies. The Sheriff has been overly nice to me lately (I'm not saying he isn't typically nice) and has offered for me to hang out with him. It was his break for the night, and two other police officers decided to join our little game of Clue.

Calling it a little game, though, was an understatement. When I played Clue with the Stilinski's, shit got real. People threw things at each other, yelling and fighting occurred, and to be quite honest, I've made several bets during the games. I've lost a lot of money to Clue, but I didn't mind. I always got a rush of adrenaline when I played, and I loved it even more because I was good at it. The Stilinski's were insanely good at it, too. In fact, Stiles was the one that got me to play it in the first place.

We play Clue a little differently than most. We bet money, belongings, and even once, Stiles. The Sheriff literally bet his child off, which I won. It was by far the funniest game of Clue. Stiles had to live at our house for an entire week, which my mom wasn't the happiest about, but she wasn't about to come between us and Clue. I forced Stiles to do all my chores, and then we would end every evening by watching a movie.

We also change up the rules. Most of it is the same, and we don't typically know what character is in the middle committing the murder. We are allowed to lie, though, which proves to be rather difficult. We make pacts with other players, sometimes even kill other players. Stiles has killed my character out of frustration more than a hundred times, but we are only allowed to do that once every three games. If we are allowed to kill just anyone, the game gets over quick. And if someone else is murdered while playing, nobody else is allowed to kill anyone. Also, on major tournament days, like holidays for us, nobody is allowed to kill other players.