Charlie McCall (Season 1)

"Code Breaker"

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.

Peter stood up, wiping his hands clean of any blood that got on him. Mine and Lydia's blood. The thought of that sent shivers down my spine.

Lydia laid lifeless on the cold ground in front of me, her eyes shut, and a red spot blooming across her beautiful dress. From the slight rise and fall of her chest I could tell that she was breathing, but it was clear that she needed medical assistance. I couldn't tell how long she would be able to go without it.

I looked down at my arm, knowing it also needed some help. Claw marks were engrained into my forearm, with dark red blood oozing out of it, marking up my dress as well. My head ached from the fall, and my cheek stung from being slashed, but that pain was nothing compared to the way my arm felt. My arm screamed for help, it practically burning as if it were on fire, as the blood continued to flow out of it. The pain was insurmountable.

"No, i'm not just letting you leave them here!" Stiles said, kneeling down beside me with a desperate look in his eyes. "They both need to get to the hospital."

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me. Both of you."

After Peter mentioned that I had to come with, Stiles's eyes widened, his face becoming even more panicked. "Just kill me! Look, I don't care anymore. Don't drag Charlie into this, okay? You can have me!" he desperately begged.

Peter sauntered towards Stiles threateningly, who was still kneeling on the turf. Worried that he was going to do as the boy asked, I felt a rush of fear, and screamed out, "Wait! Don-"

"Shh." He lifted Stiles's chin with his finger, forcing Stiles to stand with him. Once Stiles was upright, Peter spoke. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get. Charlie is still coming with us, though."

Stiles frowned, still not liking the idea of this. Before he could continue, it was my turn to freak out. "Jackson won't help her! H-he's selfish and-"

Stiles shakily pulled his phone out of his pocket, sending me an assuring nod. "It's okay, Char. Jackson might be a scaredy cat, but he wouldn't just leave her here. It's alright."

Even though my arm was still beating with pain, I shifted closer to Lydia on the ground, protectively placing my hands on her arm. "I don't want to leave her."

Peter rolled his eyes as if I were being dramatic. "Don't get picky, Charlie. At least i'm giving you this."

Anger burned deep inside me. Giving me this? I don't think I had ever felt more angry in my life than at this moment. I was furious with Peter. I knew though that if I reacted badly, both Stiles and Lydia could also get hurt. I couldn't let that happen.

"You get thirty seconds," Peter said, starting for the woods.

"No! Wait! Charlie needs to go to the hospital. You can't jus-" Stiles tried, his eyebrows knit together as he tried to argue with the alpha.

Interrupting his sentence, Peter held his hand up, not even bothering to turn around. "This isn't up for debate, Stiles. Thirty seconds."

With a pained sigh, Stiles finished up his text message, and then quickly made his way over to me. He lowered his body to the ground, setting his hands on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. They were full of fear and worry, a look that I never wanted to see on him again.