"There it is!" Derek shouted to me as we jumped over the fence. We were on the chase of the Kanima. and damn it was fast.
We ran into this empty lot, I stopped and held put my hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath. "Where did it-" I was cut off by a hissing sound behind me.
Derek and I turned around to see the Kanima crouched on the ground, it hissed at us. A growl erupted from my throat as I ran towards it.
I slashed it across the face. It hissed and its tail pulled me down to the ground. It wrapped around my legs and threw me into the wall. I winced as my back made impact with the wall.
I looked up and saw Derek punching it. It threw Derek to the ground with ease. It started running towards me. I grabbed a piece of metal off the ground and held it in front of me.
It slashed the metal, trying to reach my skin. I backed up into the wall and it pushed against the metal. I tried pushing the metal off me, but the Kanima was stronger. All the weight was lifted, Derek threw the Kanima on the floor.
It hissed and crawled up the pillar. At first I thought it was leaving but then it before I knew it, I couldn't see anything. It slashed the light. I rubbed my eyes, trying to regain my sight. The kanima grabbed my shirt and threw me into the air. My back hit the pillar, it breaking into pieces.
I groaned as I saw it coming closer. Then, I heard gun shots. The kanima turned around and I saw Chris coming out of the fog. I quickly hid behind the pillar, he still didn't know I was supernatural and right now, he didn't need to find out.
I peered around the corner to see the kanima on the ground, not moving. At first I thought Chris had killed it, but then i heard quiet hissing. It got up and stood behind Chris. As he turned around, the kanima threw him into the pillar. He groaned and looked towards the fog.
I saw the kanima stalking closer to Gerard. It was about to attack Gerard but a person came out of nowhere and punched it in the gut. The kanima took off and ran. As the face turned towards Gerard, I realized it was Scott. He looked up at Gerard before taking off and running away from him in the direction the kanima went. As Gerard and Chris left, I followed in the direction that Scott had ran off too.
I saw him hiding behind a building, watching a group of men. "Its gone." He muttered to me as I hid next to him. "Wha-" I jumped as a figure bumped into me. I turned around to face Stiles, who was heavily panting.
"Sorry, i'm sorry. Did you see where he went?" Scott shook his head. "We lost him."
Stiles' eyes widened as he looked between us. "What? You both couldn't catch his scent?" I shook my head. "I don't think he has one."
Stiles sighed and looked down. "Alright, any clue where he's going?" Stiles questioned as Scott sighed. "To kill someone."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Ah. That explains the claw, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott was glaring at him. "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." I giggled under my breath and I saw Stiles lightly smile.
"Just help us find it." I glared at Scott. "Its not an "it". It's Jackson." Scott looked at me and nodded. "Yeah, I know. I know.." He trailed off.
"Alright, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house?" Stiles questioned, looking at Scott.
"I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott mumbled. I shook my head. "Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
"Maybe it's like an evil aura-or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not a kanima?" My eyes widened. "What it's Jackson."
I glanced around the building and a shadow caught my eye. I looked up at the roof and saw the tail of the kanima. "Scott." He looked at me before glancing up at the roof. "He's inside." A scent caught my nose. Armani.
"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles questioned and I turned to face them. "I know who he's after."
Scott nodded while Stiles' mouth slightly dropped. "What, how? How? Do you smell something."
"Armani." Scott glared at the entrance to the club. I looked over to see Danny enter the club.
We walked around to the back of the building. Stiles tried to get the door open, but it was locked. He let go of the handle and started looking around..
"Aww come on. All right maybe there's like a uh, like, a window we could climb through." Stiles kept rambling on while Scott approached the door. He gripped the handle and easily ripped it off. "Or some kind of-" Stiles paused and looked at the handle in Scott's hand.
"Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?" I giggled as we entered the club. We walk to the sheet. Scott pulled it open and i couldn't help but laugh. There were only men at the club.
The club was spectacular. Lights were flashing everywhere in all different colors. It was full on rave. Men were grinding up and down on poles and blankets tied to the ceiling. They were everywhere, most even shirtless. "Um, Everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club."
"I don't mind." I smirked while Stiles glared at me. "You don't get any ideas and stop checking out the gay guys." He pointed at me and then to Scott. "And you, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?" Stiles had been surrounded by crossed dressed me. I laughed and pulled Stiles out of there.
"I need a drink." Stiles muttered as we navigated our way towards the bar. "Three beers." Stiles tells the half shirtless bartender. He glared at them. "ID's."
The boys pulled out theirs. The tender glanced over at me. "What about you babe." Stiles glared at him while I shook my head. "I won't waste your time." I said with a smile.
He nodded and turned back towards the boys, not even bothering to look at their ID's. "How about 2 cokes?"
"Rum and coke, sure?" Stiles grinned eagerly as the bartender glared at him. It was obvious he wasn't going to get any alcohol.
"Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway." Stiles said as he nodded his head to the music, biting his lip, trying to brush off the drink rejection.
Another bartender came out and handed Scott a drink. Scott tilted his head. "This one's paid for." He said and pointed to the guy across the bar. He smiled and raised his glass to Scott. I couldn't help but giggle. Scott grinned at Stiles as he groaned.
"Oh, shut up." Stiles said as I kissed his cheek. "You don't need any gay guys." He smiled down at me. "I know."
"Hey, I found Danny." Scott glanced at the dance floor. I looked over in his direction to see Danny dancing with a guy, a very muscular one I might add.
I looked up at the ceiling to see the kanima glaring down at Danny. "I found Jackson."
"Get Danny." Scott glanced over at Stiles and I. "What are you gonna do?" Stiles questioned as Scott flicked out his claws. "Works for me."
"Danny! Danny!" Stiles and I yelled as we were pushed in all different directions. I was being shoved and pushed like there was no tomorrow. Guys were trying to dance with me and some even dance on me. Stiles glared at everyone that did.
At one point, Stiles and I had gotten separated and I was left alone in a gay club of men who kept grinding on me. A single girls dream but not mine. "Danny!" I had finally reached him. He turned to me. "Aubrey, what are you doing here." He gave me a confused look, his eyebrows furrowed.
"There's no time to explain , just come with me." I heard Scott yell from behind me. "Jackson! Don't." I was pushed to the ground. At first I thought I had been paralyzed but I realized Stiles had saved me.
Stiles pulled me to my feet and I pulled him into a hug. "Thank you." I talked into his chest as he rubbed my back. "Anything for you."
I glanced around to find Scott but I found Derek, who was full werewolf form. Derek walked over to the kanima and slashed his throat. The kanima hissed and fell to the ground. Everyone who was previously dancing had now began running out of the club. Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club.
Seconds later, Scott had Jackson in his arms. Naked Jackson I should say. "What do we do with him now?" Scott asked as I turned around, trying to forget what I just saw.
Scott plan was to pack Jackson in the back seat of the jeep.......where I have to sit later on. Scott covered Jackson with a blanket. We walked away from the jeep and went over to Danny. "Danny." he looked up at us and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Scott, what are you doing here?" Scott scratched the back of his neck. "Just, uh, seeing if you're okay. And um, I'm wondering if anything weird happened to you today. Besides being paralyzed from the neck down. "
Danny opened his mouth to answer but the EMT cut us off. "Sorry, but we need to get him to the hospital."
"One more question, just one. Are you okay?" Danny glanced between us. "Did it happen to my ex too?"
"Yeah." Danny smiled "Then i'm great." The EMT took Danny away on the stretcher as we walked back to the jeep when Stiles was waiting.
"Couldn't get anything out of Danny." We approached Stiles. "Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Ironically enough, Stiles' dad pulled up to the scene and Stiles sighed. "Oh my god. Could this get any worse."
Jackson started to make noise under the blanket. "That was rhetorical." He pointed towards Jackson's unconscious body.
"Get ride of him!" Scott threw his hands out to the sheriff as Stiles scrambled out of the car. "What's-what's going on." Jackson started to sit up. "Jackson, be quiet." I quickly pushed him back down.
"What's happening." Jackson started to sit up again. "Jackson, I'm sorry, but." Scott lifted his hand and punched him across the face, knocking him out cold.
Stiles got in the car and we quickly drove away from the scene.
"Uh, what about your house?" We were trying to find a place to keep Jackson, having no luck. "Not with our mom there. 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."
"I still say we just kill him." Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah can we." Scott glared at both of us. "We're not killing him."
"God, f- Okay, I got an idea." Stiles took a turn. "Does it involve breaking the law."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "By now, don't you think that's a given?" Scott leaned back in his seat. "I was just trying to be optimistic." "Don't bother." Stiles turned into the police station.
In the end, his plan was to steal a police escort van and trap Jackson in it. "Stiles! Scott! I'm gonna kill you!" Jackson yelled from inside the van. I hadn't gotten involved with putting him in there.
"Okay, I brought you some food." I was sitting on the hood of the jeep, listening to their conversation. "Let me out now!"
"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 a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. You know we're actually doing you a favor."
Jackson scoffed. "This is doing me a favor?"
"Yes. You're killing people. To death. Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry. Now- you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?" I rolled my eyes. Way to make conversation Stiles.
"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" "Uh, well- not if they don't think anything's wrong. Yeah."
It was the next day, Stiles and I were in charge of watching Jackson. Stiles was trying to convince him that he was the kanima but Jackson wasn't having any of it. "Scales? Like a fish." Stiles shook his head.
"No, more like a reptile. Um and your claws have this liquid that paralyzed people, and you have a tail." Jackson rolled his eyes. "I have a tail?"
"Yeah, you have a tail?" Stiles confirmed. "Mm. Does it do anything?"
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "No, not that I know of."
Jackson pulled against his chains. "Can I use it to strangle you?"
"Yeah, you still don't believe me. All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?"
"I went home." Jackson glared at Stiles. "Are you sure about that?"
Jackson sighed, continuing to glare. "Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?"
"You attacked Derek, Aubrey, and I at the school , and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic-right in front of me and Aubrey, by the way, that was lovely. And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny."
"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson questioned sarcastically. "Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now."
"Mm." Jackson nodded. "Well, 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." He pulled on his handcuffs.
"All right, well, tell us this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?"
"Nothing. Nothing happened."
We had given up on trying to convince Jackson he was the kanima. Stiles was trying to see if Scott had found anything. He was in the middle of texting Scott when we heard a noise. It was Allison. "Aubr-" Stiles was cut off by Allison running up to us. "Oh, my God." Stiles held his heart. I chuckled to myself as Allison spoke. "They know."
"What?" Stiles and I said in sync. "They know Jackson's missing."
I shook my head. "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 know." "Oh-" Stiles was cut off by the radio.
"All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Proceed with caution." We glanced at each other before getting to the car. Stiles started up the car.
"Where are we going?" He dialed a number and threw the phone out the window. "Somewhere very far from this." He backed up and drove down the woods path.
We drove far away from the phone to somewhere deep in the woods. We could see all of Beacon Hills from up here. Scott had met up with us shortly after we arrived. "If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet. " I walked over to a big rock and sat down.
"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles held a hand out. "What if someone else took it?"
"Then somebody else knows what he is." I said bluntly looking out into the distance. "Uh, which could mean someone's protecting him."
Allison nodded. "Like the bestiary says, "The kanima seeks a friend", right?"
"Okay, hold on." Stiles shook his head. "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? I mean, who would do that?"
"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" I questioned, jumping off the rock and walking over to where they were standing.
"There's something else." Everyone turned to face Scott. "You said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it does after murderers. What if that's actually true?"
Stiles shook his head. "No, it can't be. Tried to kill all of us remember. I don't know about you three, but I haven't murdered anybody lately."
Scott glanced at Stiles and shook his head. "But I-I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us. Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time." Scott turned to Allison and I furrowed my eyebrows. When did they go to Isaac's?
"It just went right by us, didn't it." Allison tilted her head and nodded. 'You're right, it just ran off."
"And it didn't kill us in the mechanic's garage." I turned to Stiles. "Well, yeah, but it tried to kill us and Derek in the pool."
"Did it?" Scott questioned, turning towards Stiles, who nodded. "It would've. It was waiting for us to come out."
"What if it was trying to keep you in?" Stiles cocked his head back, his mouth slightly open . "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?"
"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." Allison whispered. "Just something my grandfather said."
Stiles clapped his hands together. "Alright, I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved." Scott glared at Stiles and shook his head. "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." I chuckled, as Stiles sighed.
"Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving." Stiles shook his head.
"It's always something with him, though." Stiles kicked the dirt at his feet. "He doesn't know what he's doing."
"So what?" "So, I didn't either, and I bet Aubrey didn't either." I nodded as Stiles turned towards me. "You remember when I almost killed you , Aubrey, and Jackson? I had someone to stop me." He smiled towards Allison. "He has nobody."
"That's his own fault." Stiles said coldly. "Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try."
Stiles had left 5 minutes ago to talk to Lydia. Apparently he ditched her when she was crying. Way to go Stiles. I had been left watching after Jackson. I was sitting on the back of the door, listening for noises. I really didn't feel comfortable being alone with Jackson in the back of a truck, especially after what I saw the other night.
It was all quiet until I started hearing Jackson grunt. I knocked on the back of the van. "Jackson are you okay?" The grunts continued. I gripped the handle and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. "Jackson!" I banged more on the door. "What's going on!"
I heard the clanging off metal against the floor. "Jack-" The door flew off and I feel onto the ground. I looked up to see Jackson, now in kanima form standing in front of me. "Oh jeez." I tried to run towards the car, where Scott and Allison were, I felt a slice across my neck.
"No!" I grabbed my neck and fell to the ground. Paralyzed for the second time in a week, life couldn't get better.
30 minutes later, I heard a car coming up to us. At first i thought it was the police but then i saw blue. Stiles. He got out of his car and ran to the back of the van, not noticing me yet.
"Stiles." I groaned and he turned to me. "Aubrey!" He knelt down beside me. "Are you okay." I tried to sit up, my muscles slowly coming back to me. "Yeah, I was only paralyzed for 30 minutes, but other then that yup."
Stiles grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I slowly stood up and walked over to the jeep, leaning against it. Meanwhile, I heard Stiles talking to Scott and Allison.
"You guys might wanna come take a look at this." They all ran over to the van and then looked at me. "I have to tell my father. Scott. He's going to kill someone."
Scott sighed but nodded. "Okay, tell him. Tell him everything." He walked away from the group.
"Scott, I gotta tell mine too." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. "This is all my fault."
"No it's not Scott." I spoke up, groaning. "But they have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."
He nodded not turning around. "You're right." Allison turned to Stiles. "How are you gonna make your dad believe all this?" Stiles shook his head. "I don't know."
Scott turned around and threw out his claws. "He'll believe us." I noticed my claws were out as well.
We drove off to the police station. We were about to let Sheriff know on all the things that had been going on in the supernatural world. We were all nervous and the anticipation was killing me. "Could you buzz us in? I gotta see my dad."
The secretary nodded and we walked into the back of the building. We walked into sheriff's office to see Jackson, clearly pissed off, along with his father. "Scott, Stiles, Aubrey. Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire."
Jackson leaned forward. "That means lawyer." I sighed and took a seat. We were in for it now.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter :). I actually really enjoyed this one. Let me know what you're thinking about the story. Don't be a silent reader :D