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Allison wasn’t wrong for being wary of me, of the words I spoke. Scott was still wrapping his head around her face, the sound of her voice again. He was trying to make sense of how? How was she here and alive? Why did the girl I once loved turn up in my dreams? Scott felt helpless and clueless. Because her soulful eyes, the brown eyes stared at me, and i saw the fear, how scared Allison was. The voices in her head she was trusting to shut off. She was showing trust in me. And Scott oh Scott he wished he had the right answers, but he was navigating this as he went, in hopes he doesn’t end up with a arrow in his chest. 

Lingering by the doorway of her room, because he didn’t want to overstep he wanted to grace her with space. He wanted to respect her boundaries now. His eyes lingered on her confused form. “ I don’t know, I had a dream and I came home here, and there you are. And I know those voices want to get you to kill Allison but I also know you, how strong you are. And Thank you for lowering that armor to talk to me before you decide If i’m worth killing here..” The words slow and calculated, because Scott didn’t know how far gone in her head she was. As for her dad, we spoke briefly, but he was no where near Beacon Hills yet. “ He’s in the south following a lead, but I know him, he’s probably on a flight home right now.” To his daughter, his little girl, as I took a few steps into the room that felt familiar to me. That felt like just yesterday Allison and I kissed on her bed, the first few weeks of me controlling my form, my hand, my nails became wolf form from the pressure, the adrenaline. And Allison her voice, her touch it calmed me and now I wanted to desperately help her find herself again. Even if it meant fighting to get her out of this limo stage.

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{I gave a chaste nod in response to Scott’s words. I didn’t remember him, and nothing he was saying to me now rang any kind of bell of familiarity, but oddly, I still knew in my gut that I could trust him. In spite of what the voices in my head repeatedly told me, I knew in my gut that Scott was trustworthy… He only had my best interest at heart. Why, though, I couldn’t understand. Was this just the protective, helping people at all costs heroic werewolf point of view he seemed to carry or did he genuinely care about me? It was at this moment that I wished my memories would return. I hated the feeling of not truly knowing who I was, and with that, who I could trust. Words couldn’t describe how uneasy this level of uncertainty left me. Even so, I didn’t want to show any semblance of vulnerability. Not to Scott, or to anyone else either, for that matter. With that thought in mind, I kept my expression uneven and unmoved} You’re not like the others. Werewolves, I mean. Most are vicious, heartless killers. Like, Peter and Derek Hale. {I muttered out with disdain as I aired out their voices. Knowing they were to blame for the death of my mother and my Aunt Kate, too. I thought with budding anger rising up within me as I gave another nod of affirmation} Yes, I can pick the lock. {I said confidently. I didn’t see any movement or hear any sounds inside the house, so I took that to mean nobody was home here. Fishing in my pocket for one of my weapons; opening up to the side finger dagger I’d need in order to pick the lock. Within seconds I heard the click and a satisfied smirk creased my lips as a result} Done. {I muttered out flatly as I opened the door and then cautiously entered the house. Judging by the pictures on display, my family still owned this house. Given that I was an Argent, I couldn’t be apprehended for breaking and entering. I silently justified as I moved further through the house; pausing in the living room area to look at some of the pictures. Judging by our expressions in the pictures, we were happy… Why couldn’t I remember any of this though. I thought with building frustration} Where is my father now? When did you last speak with him? {I asked flatly; wondering if I’d recognize him once I saw him, or if the voices in my head would try to lead me to believe he was my enemy and a threat to me too}

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Scott was able to protect himself. Him feeling slightly uneasy now wasn’t about Allison. It was about him. And he knew Allison had a wolfsbane arrow with his name written on it. Did he trust Allison? Yes he wouldn’t be standing here risking his life if he hadn’t. He abandoned his team, Derek, Liam and the others at the school to chase the brunette down. To help her. He was wary of his own actions, of his wording one wrong move and he’d be the one on the ground struggling to breathe. 

Allison had a strangle of thoughts, she had whispers coursing through her head, I could see the noise that was distracting her, each time she stepped around the house that was once her home. It had been put up for sale once, when her dad left, when my mom and him had split and I think we all just needed to regroup have a fresh start from the pain, the heartache of Allison’s lost. All that to say Scott stood firmly now as the cracks of the floorboards shifted from under him each time he moved. Was it his strength? Probably. As he moved up the familiar set of stairs, he watched the brunette carefully. Any sign of frustration, the sign that she needed a minutes. My priority was her; I wanted to take care of Allison. And considering an hour ago she wanted to put an arrow through my chest it was insane. But Scott saw the girl he loved, he saw the girl who changed his world, who he was willing to risk his life for. Her bedroom, the place of chaos, of bliss, that closet where he once hid when her dad got home early and we were two teenagers in love, conquer love, and I felt a sense of joy lift me up when I noticed the pictures, framed. Lydia and one of us, and my heart nearly stopped. Innocent, so young. 

In love, on that bridge, Allison had her arms around my neck her on my back as we laughed, it was the day we skipped school. Hell of trouble but worth every second to hear her laugh. And now I had to catch myself as i listened to the interest the ask of the girl I loved. “ We were only kids in high school when you died, its been years.” A sadness in his voice remembering the last time he heard the words I love you, and her head on his chest as he screamed out into the void. “ He knows, I had this weird dream of you suddenly and I told him, and now.. You reappeared in our life..” Was it a sign even now we’re connected.. Suppose to land here together?

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{I gave a chaste nod in response to Scott’s words. I didn’t remember him, and nothing he was saying to me now rang any kind of bell of familiarity, but oddly, I still knew in my gut that I could trust him. In spite of what the voices in my head repeatedly told me, I knew in my gut that Scott was trustworthy… He only had my best interest at heart. Why, though, I couldn’t understand. Was this just the protective, helping people at all costs heroic werewolf point of view he seemed to carry or did he genuinely care about me? It was at this moment that I wished my memories would return. I hated the feeling of not truly knowing who I was, and with that, who I could trust. Words couldn’t describe how uneasy this level of uncertainty left me. Even so, I didn’t want to show any semblance of vulnerability. Not to Scott, or to anyone else either, for that matter. With that thought in mind, I kept my expression uneven and unmoved} You’re not like the others. Werewolves, I mean. Most are vicious, heartless killers. Like, Peter and Derek Hale. {I muttered out with disdain as I aired out their voices. Knowing they were to blame for the death of my mother and my Aunt Kate, too. I thought with budding anger rising up within me as I gave another nod of affirmation} Yes, I can pick the lock. {I said confidently. I didn’t see any movement or hear any sounds inside the house, so I took that to mean nobody was home here. Fishing in my pocket for one of my weapons; opening up to the side finger dagger I’d need in order to pick the lock. Within seconds I heard the click and a satisfied smirk creased my lips as a result} Done. {I muttered out flatly as I opened the door and then cautiously entered the house. Judging by the pictures on display, my family still owned this house. Given that I was an Argent, I couldn’t be apprehended for breaking and entering. I silently justified as I moved further through the house; pausing in the living room area to look at some of the pictures. Judging by our expressions in the pictures, we were happy… Why couldn’t I remember any of this though. I thought with building frustration} Where is my father now? When did you last speak with him? {I asked flatly; wondering if I’d recognize him once I saw him, or if the voices in my head would try to lead me to believe he was my enemy and a threat to me too}

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It was an uneasy feeling of familiar yet strange. Because although Scott held the weight of Allison her death; holding her in his arms, her last words being to him, and the muttering of I love you on his end, he held her heart with him. From the last time he laid eyes on her. Allison was considered the love of his life, and now he was experiencing the trill, the joy of laying eyes on her again. Yet Scott felt his body tense up on edge. Because to Allison he was a stranger; he was friends with the Hale’s which apparently screamed he was untrustworthy, any wrong move, or wrong sense of explaining I felt like the brunette could easily toss a arrow right to my heart. I felt like I was on eggshells now. And it left a sinking feeling in my chest. Because it was Allison; the girl who I offered a pen to her first day at Beacon Hills, the girl I crushed on and made a fool of myself in front of while ice skating.. All the memories circled around in my head. 

But I saw it, the glimmer of hope, the hope of a memory, yet I saw it; her eyes traced no recognition of us, of our love story. Scott refused to give up; it was one of those times he felt relief to be facing allison on his own. Without the worrisome eyes; without his friends wondering how far I’d go to help her, to protect the girl that makes my heart soar as if we never missed a beat. Standing on my flat feet; the male stood a safe distance away; and as the stereotype comment regarding werewolves came to bay now; the male had to nod with a knowing expression. “ Some are, out for blood, out to hurt innocent people, I suppose I just I never wanted this gift, but I also adjusted and have gone on with my life the way I want. Not all of us are made killers.” I threaded not to go in farther on Derek; he had a son down, he was as reformed as they come, as for Peter; if I had the desire to be a killer; to hurt, I’d rip him to shreds, but Scott knew himself; just look at how pathetic he was now.. Reaching for any memory for his ex girlfriend.. And she couldn’t feel that connection the love we had, and I felt like an idiot now. 

But I also didn’t take for granted that Allison didn’t look at me with draggers now. Instead I saw her face, turn slightly in genuine care? Or was I wishful thinking here. As she was leaned down to pick the lock, I had jumped forward with a bounce onto the porch; the place appeared empty. As the turning of the sharp dragger ran; I could see the handle turn and open with a spin, the home I used to sneak into through allison’s window. The times we had to hide in her closet, I felt bittersweet now. As I watched the brunette step through the threshold, I stayed back at the door, after closing the door behind me. No need to draw attention. Swallowing deeply; Scott watched the line frames, a glimpse of us, a glimpse of a past; I hoped snapped a memory for Allison. 

“ I saw him a few days ago, he came by to see me. He’s doing good, I think he may come here..” Soonish, or visits between time; but was Allison ready to see her dad? Would it be enough? To fight those inner demons..

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{I gave a chaste nod in response to Scott’s words. I didn’t remember him, and nothing he was saying to me now rang any kind of bell of familiarity, but oddly, I still knew in my gut that I could trust him. In spite of what the voices in my head repeatedly told me, I knew in my gut that Scott was trustworthy… He only had my best interest at heart. Why, though, I couldn’t understand. Was this just the protective, helping people at all costs heroic werewolf point of view he seemed to carry or did he genuinely care about me? It was at this moment that I wished my memories would return. I hated the feeling of not truly knowing who I was, and with that, who I could trust. Words couldn’t describe how uneasy this level of uncertainty left me. Even so, I didn’t want to show any semblance of vulnerability. Not to Scott, or to anyone else either, for that matter. With that thought in mind, I kept my expression uneven and unmoved} You’re not like the others. Werewolves, I mean. Most are vicious, heartless killers. Like, Peter and Derek Hale. {I muttered out with disdain as I aired out their voices. Knowing they were to blame for the death of my mother and my Aunt Kate, too. I thought with budding anger rising up within me as I gave another nod of affirmation} Yes, I can pick the lock. {I said confidently. I didn’t see any movement or hear any sounds inside the house, so I took that to mean nobody was home here. Fishing in my pocket for one of my weapons; opening up to the side finger dagger I’d need in order to pick the lock. Within seconds I heard the click and a satisfied smirk creased my lips as a result} Done. {I muttered out flatly as I opened the door and then cautiously entered the house. Judging by the pictures on display, my family still owned this house. Given that I was an Argent, I couldn’t be apprehended for breaking and entering. I silently justified as I moved further through the house; pausing in the living room area to look at some of the pictures. Judging by our expressions in the pictures, we were happy… Why couldn’t I remember any of this though. I thought with building frustration} Where is my father now? When did you last speak with him? {I asked flatly; wondering if I’d recognize him once I saw him, or if the voices in my head would try to lead me to believe he was my enemy and a threat to me too}

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It was hard to mask how this weird unfortunate situation was affecting him. Scott thought the world of Allison, she was his anchor once upon a time. The love of his life; essentially the one that got away; or he lost before he was capable of making it right between us.. My secret; her family being a hunter; wanting my kind dead because of beef that occurred before I turned. But Allison was important to me; and with her in this limo state; I felt this pull to help her. All the voices in her head screaming for her to aim that arrow into my chest. 

But a glimmer of hope inside of me rested. Because I genuinely felt if Allison feared me, still believed I was out to trap her; to kill her before she made the shot; I wouldn’t be standing. Outside the home she lived; the place we had study dates in her bedroom, the hide in the closet moment stood out to me. We hid from her parents; it was thrilling but terrifying at the same time. As I sighed to myself; I tilted my head up to the darken sky in thought. “ I didn’t.. But once I found my footing in my abilities, in the life I wanted still. I don’t regret turning now..” Pausing before I added in a more protective manner. “ I just regret the people that got hurt along the way.” Allison namely; because I loved her; it was my fault she was gone; I wasn’t fast enough to save her. The image of her dying in my arms; it tore me up inside. But now as I watched her nose crinkle I saw it; she wanted to remember. Lydia, Stiles our group; but her mind was turned off; probably from the dark forces threatening her future. 

Ranking my eyes to the front door; I had no idea if anyone lived here. I had moved farther out more towards LA a few years back, and her dad I occasionally spoke to; to where we tended to chat, visit one another. He didn’t live here, and I marched my way up onto the porch figuring Allison might be good at spinning a lock. “ Your dad moved around the same time I did farther out towards West LA. Do you think you can pick the lock?” A exciting adventure pulling inside of him; as if it was like old times. Us figuring out each lead; except these leads were to regain memories.

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Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

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It was frustrating to feel like I was under a microscope when it came to Allison. She once was the girl I wanted desperately to bare my soul to. I fell in love easily from a drop of a pen. And I once believed she’d come back to me, when we both felt ready; and that was until she died in my arms. That day heavily on my mind, the day I held her to my chest. The day I said those three words for the last time. I love you, her death haunted me. Scott knew he carried her death with him and now having the opportunity to save her; to do better than that night. He would answer any questions; he’d play the game of reassurance if it meant he didn’t end up with a wolfsbane arrow in his chest. 

He was frustrated; but at the same time he knew Allison had to be getting frustrated with her lack of memory. Of not knowing who to trust and who was a foe. As he stood stepping outside of the jeep, the old looking house; her house behind him; he hoped it would gain some memories for her; enough to conclude that I wasn’t the enemy I never was. “ Opportunity for power, for control. Another body into the pack.” I echoed off the words without no real emotion because Scott was never the ideal pack follower he created his own pack; his own family. He crossed lines to protect his own but that’s the fearless protector in him. This with Allison was no expectation to it. I’d fight for her; to be able to see that look of love in her eyes again instead of the disdain.  As she mentioned our friends; I had to swallow the thickness that formed in my throat. I fought the urges to reach for her hand to console her. But knowing Allison it would land a arrow in my chest; not a risk I was willing to take in this instinct. “ Stiles is the brains of ever situation we’ve been in, my best friend. As for Lydia she’s the girl who screams the girl that feels deaths, she would’ve done anything for you Allison. I don’t know why you can’t remember it’s a block in your mind, the voices in your head want to use you to kill, and I won’t let that happen.” We’re in this together; as I glanced at the tall building behind me; I wore a sheepish grin a change of pace. “ It’s your old house where you lived when you moved here, I thought it might bring memories for you..” A try; a idea of forming trust; I knew I had my hands cut out for me.

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Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

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Allison was the love of my life, she had been my anchor. The anchor had always brought me back from the edge. Even when we had broken up; when Allison had shamelessly said the words, I’m trying to break up with you. And even then I didn’t feel hurt, I didn’t feel pain because in my heart; in my eyes I knew someday it would be us. She’d come back to me. But her death it carried with me. I never forgave myself for letting her die, for letting her last breath be on my skin. I held her in my arms, I wore the tears on my eyes as I aired for the last time I love you. I loved Allison and now I felt like we were polar opposites. 

Strangers. She held the power to drag a wolfbanes arrow through my chest, to let the wolfbane kill me, the fabric of the scent to take over. For me to struggle to breathe on my own. But she was trusting me now. As I settled into the drivers seat of the jeep beat up; broke down on a daily basics. But it was Stiles; none of us held the courage to let go, to sell the damn car on its way. As she echoed the words, I had to wear a grin as a laugh exhaled through my lips. “ It might break down, but it used to be the one mobile way Stiles and I got around. Of course I could run but I want you to see me not for the speed, not for the extra abilities I hold. But for the human I am. “ A slight glaze that filled my features, as I watched her; I could tell the voices in her head hadn’t calmed down. The questions of who I was, the killings I had to make in order to claim a spot as Alpa, it rubbed me wrong. Scott swallowed thickly as he turned the jeep down the drive towards her house. 

A sense of quietness in my head. I wanted to be honest, but I also didn’t want to lay out my cards. Derek and Peter Hale turned me, I killed wolfs the center of packs, I tried to avoid death; I tried to avoid that pain of taking a life. But as a supernatural creature we had responsibility; and Allison my anchor was gone, I felt my human being fall peace by peace. “ Derek and Peter, they were why I was bitten, but I never wanted their pack, I had my own, In stiles, Lydia your best friend. In you.” A beat of his own heart soared as he stopped the car in front of her old house, glancing to the rooftops, he didn’t know how far his heart was leading him here. Allison she was in there in the control even if it forced him to take his last breath. 

“ I’m not proud of death of the murders but I had to protect my pack.” His pack the people who molded him; his family even if Allison ended up holding his choices against him now.

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Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

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It was strange Scott obviously had each memory of Allison in his mind from that very first time when he offered her a pen. His only pen in class because he overheard her saying she forgot a pen. Each memory of that smile of hers that made his chest skip a beat. Each time she tucked a stray hair behind her ear when she was nervous. Each time our hands held each other especially when I neared fell flat on my face when we went ice skating. She was the joy; the reason I felt okay in my hell hold of being a werewolf some days. She accepted me, and yeah we fought but she was my beacon of hope. And I hated that edge of her voice, the way it shaked in her tone; she didn’t trust me. And yeah I had to swallow that truth as I stopped in my tracks at the keep. How could she? She was in limo and suddenly a guy in her mind she barely recognized was explaining the history the deep love we had with each other. 

And now she had voices backing her against a wall, trapping her into a void. I felt for Allison, I could never give up on her; and I was terrified one wrong move was going to land that arrow in my chest. But I trusted her; even if I was a stranger to her. Glancing to the brunette; his eyes beat into her own. “ I understand. I don’t expect you to trust me and throw costume to the wind and believe me. Just try to work with me here okay. I know where you loved, where you felt at home. I want to help.” I meant it so heartedly as I felt for the keys, and unlocked the jeep, of course this thing was a destruction of its own, but I hoped it would take us to her old house, a means of bringing comfort to her; unless she despised the place. 

“ My whole life. I grew up here, it’s where I was bitten and turned into a creature of the night, but you never cared about that part of me. You accepted who I was.” I offered a smile as I slowly pulled myself into the comfort of the drivers seat; control; when everything in this night felt out of my range; and Allison I just hoped; she’d eventually lower her force field and trust I wouldn’t stray her wrong.

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

Scott was a leader, his purpose was to protect. Yeah over the years he probably lost sight of who he was. He had gone on living his life, he was a protector of animals. He tended to the wounded. But Allison the harbored reality that she was standing in front of him, it stung. Because she was a vision in his eyes. She was his first love, the love he never let go of. And she had no idea who he was. All of it felt vague, she was leaning into the whispers. Scott remembered every smile, every date, good and the bad. 

Our first meeting, it was only a few hours after I had been bitten, my vision was foggy, my hearing was perked up, and I caught sight of the brunette through the classroom window. She was perfect to me. And our first interaction, a pen, a brush of our hands, and I had to let the lips curl into a grin. Noting the way her fingers brushed against the trigger; the aim of death. Allison knew a bow and arrow, if she decided to shoot me she wouldn’t miss, Hearing her warning, her words as I let the brush of air hit my skin. I knew her trusting me was a long shot. 

She was confused, she had demons whispering in her ears. She had no idea who I was, and I felt responsible. I felt like it was my duty to tell her the truth, and I felt that soften expression as my hues ranked her over, in the night skies. “ Allison.. We met in school, a pen but that’s all it took for me to fall for you. I know you don’t trust me. But I’m on your side.” A promise; I was on her side. I always would be. I refrained from offering a hand in fear she might shoot me. I wanted Allison to trust me. I wanted her to lean into my tenderness with her, but I knew she had whispers, and I had to fight against my own odds. “ Come..” I aired out as I started down the walkway that led to the jeep, the woods, her old house the roof, where she held each other; it was a concept of meaning that I held close to my chest.

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

Naked; scott felt helpless and naked. If anyone should be fearing for their life it was definitely me. I had no weapons, I had only my preserving skills that I hoped would work or glimmer a memory for allison. She was the one holding the arrows, that were laced with wolfsbane. She was the one in control. I was helpless defenseless here. Not that I feared Allison may decide to shoot me. When I first raced after her; yes. But now I could see that quiver in her lip, I could see the change behind her eyes. Allison didn’t look scared, she looked vulnerable, she looked like she was fighting her own demons. The fight of morals; does she listen to the pounding of voices ripping through her mind or does she relax, listen to the guiding light within me. 

Scott knew Allison like the back of his hand. She was compassionate, she was good with her hands, she had a killer shot so it worked in his favor to not end up on the wrong side of those arrows. He didn’t believe she was a harbored killer, Allison was confused, the demons past echoed words in her head. To do the draggers at myself, at Derek. And once upon a time I wouldn’t of thought twice about letting Derek die. But he was my pack, he was my friend, he helped me in my darkest moments, and I had to defend him now. I used my experience, the tells of the brunette to realize I could lower my defenses now. I lowered my hands to my side, the picture of us at the skating ring, heads leaning against the other, a fond memory, a glimmer of a smile ran along my lips, And I carefully pressed the image into my wallet where it was safe. I always carried her with me. 

Noting the trust, the ability to feel my body move again. Shoes moved forward against the floors as I reached the doorway, I felt the female close behind hesitation in her movements, Glamping that last sense of doubt into my throat. The male had inched towards the door as fingers pushed through the exit doors. Walking; a built in silence, but it was comfortable. I didn’t expect anything more than a walk, than the chance to prove to Allison that we once were friends, lovers. Using the term friends didn’t equal us; Allison and I were more, lovers, she was the love of my life; and I’d be an idiot to deny the affect the brunette still held on me. Letting the doors close behind us, a bounce in my step with each movement down a flight of stairs. A slight breeze through the bris of trees, leaves echoed as I heard the question. How we met?  

Waiting until the female was closer to my step, Wearing a content smile recalling the first time she smiled at me. That soft smile of welcoming. The pen that brushed against our fingers as one, “ In class. You forgot a pen and I gave you mine. “ You were memorizing, like I was under a trance and even now I felt captivated by Allison and I swore trust was gonna be earned.

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

A step forward; a light in the darkness. Scott didn’t hold ulterior motives; he only wanted to help Allison, he wanted to save her. He carried her death with him; a death he never forgave himself for. Allison was the love of his life; there was never a day that he wasn’t thinking of her. And him offering more memories was like opening old wounds; the wounds he closed himself off to for years now. Not that the brunette was going to trust him; it was his voice of reassurance against thousands of voices screaming at her. Scott showed his trust with his lack of distance; mind you the women was still holding an arrow that could very much land in his chest. 

Yet he was trusting his abilities here. Standing steadily; the male held his breath eyeing the brunette closely. It pained him to hear the yell to stop, those voices were overwhelming and consuming for her. He wanted to save her; and right now he was slowly running out of options for her. Patiently waiting the male heard her say to lead the way; an instant smile ran along his lips. Relief flooded his features. He slowly placed the image of us; ice skating back in his back pocket; his wallet as he stepped back. With strides he followed the lockered path from one corner to the next to the exit doors; to the fresh air. 

He could use his speed, his wolf abilities to race to the house; but he did feel it might be nice to walk; get fresh air and maybe Allison would trust him; talk to him. Hand pressed against the mental doors and he stepped outside. Holding the door open for her; he took in the light breeze that surrounded us. “ We can walk, or I can drive you there, but I do think you need to loosen that grip on the arrows..” He added with a hint of teasing in the edge of his voice. 

Lighten the mood; humor in the situation; after all one slip of the fingers Allison would’ve harmed him, if he was trusting her; he needed her to trust him.

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

Scott would be honest he was playing it by year now. By minute; he was bracing himself for the ache that may form when that arrow enters his chest; the wolfbane that was clear on the edges; the one thing that was capable of hurting him; of pausing any life inside of him. And if it had been any other hunter; anyone else he would’ve held his breath. He would’ve stood still and braced himself for the impact. 

Except it was Allison; he was responsible for her death; the death that never left him. That haunted him to say the least. And Scott was incapable of letting her go. Of walking away. Every inch of him was screaming at him to back up; that the arrow could be aimed at him any second. Allison wasn’t herself; she had whispers triggering her every move. Her mind was under the control of whispers of Nogitsune. And he had no idea how long he’d be able to fight the invisible off, Which was going to be that he was going to fall to the ground; a wolfbane arrow in his chest. Yet he was trying. He stood in front of her feeling vulnerable, feeling broken even at the loss. 

The pieces that fell around us; that broke us. A love lost; a love that Scott didn’t know how to win back. But his picture the one that kept him sane. The one that was constantly in his wallet; a soft simper ran along his lips as he hesitate showed the brunette. Us on the ring. Scott remembered that date like the back of his hand. The photobooth, the skating where he almost planted right onto his face. She had to hold his hands to steer him in the right direction and right when her eyes landed on the image he noticed it; the flicker; she remembered a glimpse of us; her question, and he slowly stepped forward inches from the female and he placed a touch on the edge of the arrow; the part she held not that wolfband that be nuts, one touch could shock him. 

“ I do, at my house, if you come with me, I can show you. I never stopped thinking about you Allison.” He paused as darkened hues met her own. “ Trust me.” A whisper between two friends; two people that experienced pain, struggled to redeem ourselves but were capable of being stronger as one. 

If she allowed him to lead her into the light.

Continued

@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

All the doubts in my head kept screaming to turn around. To walk through the high school doors; reunite with my pack. The people who were trusting me to come back in one piece. I could give up, turn around and let Allison fall into the hands of darkness. But there had to be a reason; a why she kept haunting my dreams. The way I would always be drawn to her. The ache in my chest each time I thought of her. I always blamed myself for what happened to Allison that night; the memory of holding her in my arms, the memory of her eyes meeting mine one last time. Scott knew it was his responsibility to save her now. The dreams, the callings that screamed his name. Scott knew in his heart standing between her and darkness was his destiny. 

He’d never forgive himself if he let go now. And he knew her; Allison didn’t want to kill, she would’ve pulled the arrow by now. Her eyes the brown eyes he missed dearly; they were glancing from the arrow aimed for his chest and to him. And he knew he could sense that doubt that was creeping through her thoughts. Standing with feet planted to the ground he was firm in his belief that he was capable of saving her. He was capable of being the one to let her guards down, for her to lower her weapon. Eyes traced her face as if he needed a memory. His eyes pausing down to reach the arrow; fingers quivered as he asked himself how? How does he get the brunette to believe him? Without running the risk of spooking her. He had an idea; he noticed the flicker in her eyes; the crease that formed on her forehead when she would be in deep thought. Was it possible? The pen, the story had sensed a memory even in the slightest? 

Hope perked in his frame as he slowly held his hands up for her to see he wasn’t going to hurt her. “ I’m reaching into my pocket okay.” Eyes never lingered from her own. As his right hand pushed into his back pocket where he grinned to himself feeling the hardness of his wallet. He slowly pulled the object out as he held it up to the female. “ Wait don’t shoot okay.” I whispered a slight tenseness to my voice. Was I nervous? No I didn’t believe Allison was capable of pulling that trigger on me of all people. But I was wary how close I was marking my lives tonight. Scott lifted the top of the wallet and he slid his finger inside and pulled out a picture. One he kept close to his heart; that night was the night he knew he was falling in love with Allison. The spark he felt when our hands touched; on that ice ring; her contagious laugh that made my heart full. We cared about each other; we loved one another it wasn’t a fling, and with a grin he held the picture of us on the ring together; hand holding our foreheads pressed against his each a moment in time frozen. Before I extend my hand with the image to her; hoping Allison might be willing to trust; I wasn’t about to steer her wrong. 

I never would.

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

Navie; some may even be brave enough to say Scott was an idiot. He knew Liam and even Derek now that the threat was clear. Allison may be in limbo, she may be fighting her own set of demons now. But she wasn’t the perky huntress she once was. The girl full of resilience, she was someone lost in her own mind. And Scott knew if he had taken the easy route to walk away from her and saving her; he’d never would’ve forgiven himself. Scott felt the pull towards her; he loves her. He’d go thousand miles and still love her. He carried her death with him; the weigh it held him down on. 

And each dream he’s had of her; her brunette locks. Her eyes that he felt with one glance drove him over the edge. It drove him to stand without fear in front of her. The girl with a wolfsbane arrow ready to hit him right through the heart. A brave man. Someone full of compassion and love. He was a man of honor; and he had to fight for her. For us. A love that was once lost and now there was a second chance on the horizon. 

A touch one I felt that heat under my palm of her arm, I knew it was daring to touch her arm, to hold her gaze of the same women that wanted to drive an arrow through my chest. But I felt nothing but love for her. I stood on my shoes, I stood holding my breath until her arm landed at her side. A content, confident smile that laced over my lips as I stared her down; enough as I spoke softly in a whisper for only the brunette to hear. 

“ Allison.. The voices aren’t real. They’re trying to take a hold of you. Make you the huntress your mother wanted you to be. But you couldn’t. You could never pull the trigger. You never wanted to hurt us, me..” A slight plead in his voice. A frogginess in his voice as his palm rolled off her skin. Bringing both arms to his sides; he knew it was scary and unfamiliar for her. Her memories gone. A boy claiming to know her; every angle it was alarming. Which is why Scott found himself taking a step back; using his arm he had raised them up as a surrender motion. Allison was scared. Her eyes were flickering in every angle, her skin was cold from head to toe. I didn’t want to scare her; I wanted her to understand. 

How how did I know her? We’re strangers. It should’ve been a slap in the face but for the male he wore that lazy heartfelt grin on his lips, corny expression as he shook his head. “ Far from strangers.” He muttered as his eyes met hers in an almost intense gaze. “ You were the girl that was strong, brave. She went into the line of fire to protect. You saved me from my own demons. You were the light in my own darkness of fear.” Pausing to lick over my lips. “ I love you, and you loved me even when we tried not to. You had me at hello the first time you dropped your pen, the day we met was magical, like nothing you read about.” A softness of love in his voice, as he extended his hand forward; leaving it up to Allison to take if she wanted. 

“ You were my compass in the dark, when I felt lost, let me be yours.”

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

Navie and stupid those were the words shooting through my head. Scott McCall he was determined, he had one of the biggest hearts. And when it came to Allison he never forgave himself. Forgave himself for letting her die, for not fighting for her. Timing wasn’t on our side. Not that now was timing in our favor. In fact the world seemed to scream at me to leg go. But I couldn’t it was Allison my love, my everything the first girl I fell completely in love with. I knew how the nogitsune worked. It barked on the fear, it barked on that anger of the pain. Allison was stronger than this, she wasn’t a killer. She wasn’t a hunter, well she was but she would never hurt those who deserved saving. 

Derek definitely had his flaws, he was the one who turned me, he had his demons, he had enemies Allison definitely wasn’t the first one to want him dead. I’d admit once upon a time I wanted the wolf dead; but now he had changed, redeemed himself. Scott couldn’t stand there and let his line get erased in time due to the Nogitsune. I saw it the flash of regret; the flash of doubt that showed on Allison’s face. The second she aimed that arrow for my chest; she froze. She had a hold on me; a teether, a line of string that kept us together; connected. I held my breath waiting for the arrow to shot instead she ran. Was it because the pack was allied against her? Was it because a sliver lining of hope of our bond that stopped her? Honestly I couldn’t tell you. I was confused, all I knew was I needed to save her; to make amends for her death; I’d gladly take my life for hers. I eyed my pack as I shook my head in disbelief of myself. Liam tried to speak yet whatever sense of words that came I barely registered. I was an understanding guy; I cared about what was right for the pack. But my mind was made up. 

I turned my back to Liam; to Derek who was laid on the ground. Shoes creeped along the floors as he followed her scent. I felt her energy; I felt that light that beamed from her confused state. Palms pressed against the lockers as he slowly walked one step at a time. He edged close enough on guard. Once upon a time Scott never would’ve been glancing over his shoulder when approaching the brunette; but now she was out for blood. She neared aimed that wolfspin arrow to his chest; it could kill him; all that to say he was on edge. Coldness rolled off his skin as he exhaled a shaken breath. Pausing at the end of the hall. Frame pressed up against the walls; coldness to his back. 

“ Allison.” Name breathed out as if it was easiest name in the world. He felt her doubt; it was laced in her Words. She wasn’t going to hurt him.Raising palms in front of him in defense. Why? To show he had no intention of harming her; he was at her mercy now. “ You don’t have to do this. You’re strong, brave. Allison I know you there’s always another way.” 

Inching closer each step forward with each word until there was barely an inch between us. Slowly he lowered his hand to her arm; a small touch nothing to scare the female. “ You won’t hurt me. I know you. You never approved of the hunters what your family did to innocent people, innocent animals like myself. You feel their hearts. Don’t, please don’t do this.” A threat yes; she could easily stab him right in the heart; in this second; but Scott didn’t believe Allison had the power to pull the trigger not with him. A smile as he held her intense gaze; one that filled him with doubt but hope, to save her. The cards were in her hands now. 

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

Fear that laced through my body. I was betting all my ducks on the fact that Allison wouldn’t kill me. That with my strength, with my confidence to protect Derek that she may bow down. Was I scared of dying? No I’ve witnessed myself on a table before; I’ve assumed I’ve taken my last breath before. Now was no different. But my death on the hands of Allison Argent felt like another story. I knew myself; and I knew her. She was the same girl who shared her pen with me. She was the same girl who looked at me with love. The first girl I ever truly loved. I didn’t believe she had the hate in her body to kill even if the voices kept nagging at her to pull the trigger. 

I was standing my ground arms scrolled out as a protectiveness came over me. I wasn’t going to let Eli lose a father; lose the man that transformed before my eyes. I wasn’t going to let Derek die like this as a plot a venges to what? Because he once was a killer; people change. I believed in the good. And Allison staring into her brown eyes now I saw doubt. I saw the pull to kill but also the fear of actually doing it. Scott held his breath as her words were emitted out loud. Her hand had pulled against the strings of the bow; ready to aim and fire. I was prepared to die; I knew my mother would be okay; she’d survive which is all I cared about now. I looked Allison square in the eye; my eyes pleading with her not to. And for a second I saw a flicker of doubt; of love coming back to her. I closed my eyes as I heard it the arrow flew through the air aimed for my head. Or my heart give or take. But to a miracle Liam’s girlfriend the Kitsnue stopped it from hitting us. I felt a wave of relief come over me. I saw Alllison her distraught expression; she wanted to try again but that’s when the roaring of Liam came to view. My spawn, the one I had turned; he came to save me. Scott knew the venages was far from over; the brunette had controlled mind; people screaming at her. She was being forced to turn her head to what her heart screamed at her. I watched her run; she was running from the failed attempt. I felt my shoulders fall in defeat knowing the war wasn’t over. Once Liam turned to us he asked if I was okay. I shook my head as I began to run towards the direction that Allison once stood.

“ Scott, don’t. She’s pickled her side.” Facing my pack I shook my head. “ No, Allison is in there; I saw it. She’s being forced in her mind. If anyone is going to save her it’s me.” I knew I was naive; but I never stopped loving her; she was my love and I intended to save her even if it killed me. With heart pounding against my chest the male spree forward across the familiar hallways; “ Allison” Yelled with every loudness of my voice that I could manage. Scott wasn’t a kid anyone. He understood love; what you toss away for those you care about. And Allison was in there; and he wanted to protect her.

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[fightstoprotect]

Fear; you’d think after each time Scott jumped into the line of fire he’d be used to the threats. Each bow that was aimed for his head. Each hurdle of survival. He wasn’t the scared kid anymore, he wasn’t a kid looking to be fulfilled with his place in the world. He wasn’t looking to be saved. He was an adult, and up until now he had tried to to thrive on protecting. He built himself his own life in Los Angeles assuming the dangers of Beacon Hills would disappear. But the dreams haunted him. He felt the attachments, he felt the bonds in his body each time he closed his eyes. 

He saw her; Allison his beloved, the girl who died in his eyes. The girl that he could never let go of. And now it made sense. 15 years of moving forward; 15 years of holding the ache of her death. It came to bay; because she had been in limo; he was looking into her brown eyes now. She was out for blood; she wanted his life on a stake or more so a bow in her case. Derek; once upon a time he wouldn’t of thought twice of letting the man die. But over years; the pair had grown to like each other. He was a friend; he was trying to be a good dad; and I admired that strength of moving from the man you once were; to redeem yourself. 

Scoot knew the woman in front of him wasn’t Allison she was a demon; she was torn between truths and lies. And he wanted to save her from herself. Each time he stared into her brown eyes; he saw a ghost. The light in her eyes gone. All he saw was her anger; the revenge she was aiming for. And he wanted to convince her killing Derek wasn’t the answer; neither was ending his life. But he couldn’t stand by and let it happen. So yeah he knew it was ricky, to stand his ground, feet planted against the floor. His body serving as an anchor over Derek’s. 

His arms extended out as a blocking forcefield. He held his breath as if it might be his last. He eyed her; from her brown eyes, and down to the laced wolfsbane arrow, the fear slowly creeping up into him. Not that Scott would utter an ounce of fear; he was a protector at heart. A killer; wasn’t the brunette, it was the voicing screaming at her in her head. 

Her words; telling him to go; was the sign he desperately had been craving; to be told to leave. Why? Because he had that wreck feeling the female didn’t want to pull the trigger. I was a bit relieved at that realization. But it also gave me the impulse, I took a step closer until I was only an inch from Allison. 

I had lowered my extended arm down until my hand came to rest upon her palm that gripped the arrow and bows. “ Then don’t shoot me with the arrow. I can see it the good in there. Don’t let those voices get the best of you. I know you Allison, you would never hurt me.” A strongness in his voice a slight confidence as his own darken eyes met hers.

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@startedwithapen

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.