"There he is." I spoke.
Stiles and I walked towards Scott.
He turned and flinched startled.
"Sorry" I apologized.
"Did you see where he went?" Stiles asked.
"I lost him." Scott replied.
"What? Didn't you catch his scent?" I asked.
"I don't think he has one."
"Do you have any idea where he went?" I asked.
"To kill someone."
"Ah! That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now."
Stiles Sarcasm Stilinski
Scott rolled his eyes.
"What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."
"Just help me find it." Scott spoke.
"It? Scott, that's Jackson." I reminded him.
"Yeah, I know. I know." He sighed.
"Does he know tho? Did anyone see him going out of your house?" I asked.
"I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott spoke confused.
"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know."
"Maybe it's a either/or thing. Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom. When's the Kanima not the Kanima?" I explained.
"When it's Jackson."
I nodded.
We were hiding on the side of a club. We saw people go in.
"Uh...guys." Stiles called us looking up.
Scott and I walked up to him and looked up.
"See that?" Stiles asked.
"The freaking reptilian going in the club? Yeah, I do see that." I spoke.
The Kanima went in through a window. He was in the club.
"He's inside."
"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles asked.
"Oh, it's just going to buy a drink and dance with some teenagers." I spoke sarcastic.
"That's my thing." He crossed his arms.
"I know who he's after." Scott spoke
"What, how? How? Did you smell something?" Stiles asked.
"Armani." Scott replied.
We looked at the line and there was Danny walking into the club.
[...]
The three of us walked to the back door.
Stiles tried opening the door but it was locked.
"Aw, come on."
He sighed.
"All right, maybe there's, like, like a window we could climb through...or some kind of..."
I stood in front of the door and move my hand. The doorknob flew to my hand. I smiled and have it to Stiles.
"Handle that we can rip off with strange supernatural powers. How did I not think of that one?" He spoke sarcastic.
"How did you do that?" Scott asked shocked.
"I don't even know." I replied.
We went into the club.
The music was loud and people were dancing. They were having a good time.
"Uh...guys." I spoke realizing something.
"Dude, everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club." Scott spoke.
We both looked at Stiles. He was surrounded by men/women.
"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?" Stiles spoke sarcastic.
I put my hand over my mouth and chuckled.
We walked towards the bar.
"Three beers." Stiles ordered.
"ID's" He asked and then looked at me. "Can she be here?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Oh yeah, she's our wingwoman, she's a lesbian." Stiles replied.
"I'm bisexual you total..." I started speaking but he cut me off.
"Three beers." Stiles repeated.
"How about three Cokes?" The barista chuckled.
"Rum and Coke? Sure." Stiles smiled.
The barista raised and eyebrow.
"Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."
Another barista came with two drinks.
"That one's paid for." He spoke and pointed at a guy.
The guy smiled at Stiles.
Scott and I laughed.
"Oh, shut up." Stiles grabbed the drink.
"We didn't say anything." Scott smiled.
"Yeah, well, your faces did." Stiles replied.
"They didn't buy me a drink." I crossed my arms.
"Lia, it's a gay bar." Scott reminded me.
"Well good for you." I sighed.
The three of us turned around and saw Danny dancing with a guy.
"Hey, I found Danny." Stiles spoke.
"I found Jackson." Scott looked up.
Jackson was crawling on the ceiling over the dance floor.
"Get Danny."
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
Scott pulled out his claws.
"Oh, okay, good." I raised my eyebrows.
Scott went to find Jackson and Stiles and I to find Danny. We got into the crowd.
"Danny! Danny!" Stiles yelled.
"Danny!" I yelled.
The smoke machines turned on. Smoke was everywhere and I couldn't see anything.
"Stiles?" I yelled trying to find him.
Suddenly, someone fell to the ground and several screams were heard.
I ran in the opposite direction and more people fell to the ground paralyzed.
I felt someone take my arm and I was about to scream thinking it was the Kanima.
"It's me, it's me, it's me" I heard Stiles voice.
"Jackson! No, don't!" We heard Scott's voice.
It was Derek, he was here to kill the Kanima.
When the smoke cleared people started screaming.
I saw Scott leave the club and grabbed Stiles' arm to follow him.
When we got outside we followed a trail of blood.
Probably Jackson's.
We saw Jackson on the floor covered with blood and Scott looking at him terrified.
"What do we do with him now?" Scott asked.
This had to be a nightmare.
[...]
Scott got in the car.
"Couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scott sighed.
"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles spoke.
Stiles started the Jeep and suddenly a police car pried in front of us. It was Stiles' dad.
"Oh my God. Oh my God! Could this get any worse?" Stiles yelled.
Jackson groaned. He was starting to wake up.
"That was rhetorical!"
"Get rid of him." Scott spoke.
"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the Sheriff." Stiles replied.
"Do something!"
Stiles got out of the car to start walking towards his dad. Poor Stiles.
Jackson kept groaning and moving. Scott and I looked at him nervous.
"Jackson, be quiet."
"What's happening?" Jackson asked getting up.
"Do something." Scott whispered looking at me.
"What am I supposed to do?" I whispered.
Jackson was next to me in the back seat.
"Jackson, shut up." I pushed him back down.
Jackson kept groaning.
"Jackson, hush." Scott whispered.
"What's going on?" Jackson asked.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I moved my hand and Jackson fell unconscious again. Scott's eyes widened..
"You have telepathy too?" Scott frowned.
"Oh my God. Did I kill him?" I looked at my hands.
"I think he's still breathing." Scott replied.
We both looked back to the front and we could see Sheriff Stilinski looking at us.
We both smiled and waved at him.
We saw Stiles smile at his dad and walk back to the Jeep.
He got in and started the Jeep immediately.
[...]
"What about your house?" Stiles asked.
"With my mom and Lydia there, great idea." I spoke sarcastic.
"We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous." Scott spoke.
"Or, we can kill him and throw him in the river." I suggested.
"We're not killing him." Scott replied.
"Damn it! Fine!" I yelled.
"I got an idea." Stiles spoke.
"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked.
"It's a Stiles idea, I think the answer is obvious." I replied.
"I was just trying to be optimistic." Scott spoke.
"Don't bother." I replied.
[...]
"Stiles! McCall! Lia! I'm gonna kill you!" We heard Jackson yell.
We had locked him in a transport vehicle. That by the way, we stole.
I sighed. This was so not gonna end well.
[...]
Stiles and I opened the vehicle's door and stepped in.
"Okay, se bought you some food." Stiles spoke.
"Let me out, now!" Jackson yelled trying to grab us.
We flinched and I screamed.
"You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly the highlight of my day. So, don't think this is fun for me either." Stiles spoke.
"You know we're doing you a favor?" I spoke.
"This is doing me a favor?" Jackson asked.
"Yes! You've killed people...to death." I spoke not even thinking of what I was saying. "The point is you'll stay here until we figure out how to stop you."
"Do you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?" Stiles asked grabbing two sandwiches from his backpack.
"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" He asked.
"Well, not if they don't think anything's wrong."
Stiles threw a sandwich at Jackson and grabbed Jackson's phone from his jacket.
"Yes." I smiled.
Stiles had sent some messages to Jackson's parents pretending to be him.
[...]
"Scales? Like a fish?" Jackson asked.
"Like a reptile." I corrected.
"And your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail." Stiles explained.
"I have a tail?"
"Yes, you have a tail." I replied.
"Does it do anything?"
"No, not that we know of." I answered.
"Can I use it to strangle you?"
I rolled my eyes.
"God, you still don't believe us. All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?" Stiles asked.
It was when he attacked us in the pool.
"I went home."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?"
"Attack Stiles, Derek and me and trap is in the pool for an hour." I replied.
"You also killed a mechanic. Right in front of me, by the way. That was lovely." Stiles spoke sarcastic. "And one of Argent's hunters."
"Oh, and you tried to kill Danny last night." I added.
"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson frowned.
"That's what Scott's trying to figure out." I replied.
"Hmm. What maybe he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!"
"Lovely words Jackson. Now tell us, what happened during your first full moon?" I asked.
"Nothing. Nothing happened."
[...]
Stiles was typing on Jackson's phone.
We heard noises and looked around.
I turned around I saw someone.
"Shit." I cursed startled.
It was Allison.
"They know." Allison spoke.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"They know that Jackson's missing."
"No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue."
"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They now."
Stiles held out Jackson's phone. They could track it.
"Oh my God." I mumbled.
"Chuck that." Stiles gave Allison the phone.
We both followed him.
"All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat. Proceed with caution." We heard a dispatcher's voice on the radio.
"We're going to jail. We're going to jail!" I yelled.
"Just get in."
The three of us got in the vehicle.
"Where are we going?" Allison asked.
"Somewhere very far from this."
Stiles called Jackson's parents on Jackson's phone and then threw it out the window and started the car.
[...]
"If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet." Scott spoke.
That tablet had Jackson's video recordings of his first full moon.
"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles asked.
"What if someone else took it?" Allison asked.
"Then somebody else knows what he is." Scott replied.
"Which means somebody is protecting him." I spoke.
"Like the bestiary says, "The Kanima seeks a friend," right?" Allison added.
"Okay, hold on. So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know?" Stiles spoke.
"Who would do something like that?" I asked.
"Somebody who wanted to protect him?"
"There's something else, you said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?" Scott spoke.
"Well, no, it can't be. Tried to kill all of us, remember?" Stiles reminded him.
"Yeah, and last time I checked we weren't murderers." I added.
"But I don't think it was actually trying to kill us. Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?" Scott asked Allison.
"You're right, it just ran off." She replied.
"And it didn't kill you at the mechanic's garage."
"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill Lia, Derek and me in the pool."
"Did it?" Scott asked.
"It was waiting for us to get out of the pool and it looked hungry." I replied.
"What if it was trying to keep you in?"
"Why do I feel so violated all of the sudden?" Stiles spoke.
"Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson or why someone's protecting him."
""Know thy enemy." Just something my grandfather said." Allison spoke.
"All right, I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved." Stiles suggested and I nodded.
"He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?"
"Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny." Stiles spoke.
"Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving." Scott replied.
"Before he was an idiot on a daily basis and he's still and idiot but now he's a homicidal lizard." I spoke.
"He doesn't know what he's doing."
"So what?" I frowned.
"So, I didn't either. You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody." Scott spoke.
"That's his own fault." Stiles replied.
"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try."
[...]
Scott and Allison had been supposedly watching over Jackson.
Lovely work.
I went over and knocked on the car window loudly to wake them up. They woke up startled and Stiles and I gave them a bad look.
"You guys might wanna come take a look at this." Stiles spoke.
Allison and Scott got dressed quickly and we ran to the vehicle. It was open and Jackson was nowhere to be found.
"I have to tell my father." Allison spoke.
Scott walked to the other side.
"Scott. He's going to kill someone."
"Okay, tell him. Tell him everything." Scott replied.
"Scott, I gotta tell mine, too." Stiles spoke.
"And Lydia, Lydia needs to know." I added.
"This is all my fault." Scott sighed.
"It's not. But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this." Allison spoke.
"You're right."
"How you're gonna make your dad believe all this?" Allison asked.
"I don't know." Stiles replied.
"At least Lydia knows something's going on."
"He'll believe me." Scott spoke and made his eyes glow.
[...]
I went into my room turning on the light. When I turned I saw someone.
"Oh my..." I spoke startled.
"It's me." Lydia spoke.
"Lydia, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"And I want someone to translate Archaic Latin." I joked.
"I know Archaic Latin." She replied.
"Really? I can barely speak English and just a tiny bit of Spanish." I spoke.
"Just give me what you want to translate and then we'll talk."
"Me parece bien." I smiled.
[...]
"Allison said Ms. Morell told her it meant friend." I frowned.
"Well, she were wrong, it means master" Lydia replied.
""The Kanima is looking for a master"" I read out loud.
I quickly got my phone out to call Allison.
"Who are you calling?" Lydia asked.
"Allison." I answered.
"Hey Lia."
"Allison, it means master." I spoke
"What?" She asked confused.
""The Kanima seeks a master."" I replied.
[...]