Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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A CABINET SWINGS OPEN.Deaton grabs a bottle and turns to Scott, who holds up his shirt revealing where Derek slashed him.
"They're on their way back. So we don't have much time to talk."
Dousing a cotton ball, he reaches for Scott's wound.
"What is that?"
"Rubbing alcohol. You don't want it to get infected, do you?"
Scott takes a breath of relief as Deaton hurries to clean and bandage the wound.
"You'll heal the same. Just not as quickly because of Derek."
Luna frowns stepping forward, "Okay, how do you know all this? Actually, how do you know anything?"
"That's a longer story. What I can tell you is, I know about your kind..." Deaton turns to Luna, "Both of you."
Scott and Luna both stare at each other before turning back to Deaton.
"Your kind I can help. This..." He lifts the sheet from Bennett's torso to reveal numerous and bloody slash wounds on the body, "This is something different."
Scott frowns, "Do you know what did it?"
"No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part. They'll have some kind of record or book. It'll have descriptions, histories, notations of all the things they've discovered."
"All of the things? How many different things are there?"
Before Deaton can answer, the sound of tires on gravel turn their heads toward the waiting area.
A gloved hand pushes open the front door. Boots tracking dirt across the cement floor, Argent walks in followed by two hunters. They turn the corner to find Deaton standing behind the body on the table.
Alone.
"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent closed sign."
Gerard steps out from behind Argent and his men. Deaton blinks, a moment of nervousness. He watches the man slip on a pair of glasses to look over Bennett's corpse.
"Hello, Alan."
Argent glances to his father, surprised that these two know each other.
"It's been a while. The last I heard you'd retired."
"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct." Deaton grimaces.
"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours."
Deaton stares blankly at Chris, "I did. I also noticed the gun powder residue at his fingertips. So don't assume I've been swayed by your philosophy just because I'll answer a few questions."
"He was only 24."
Deaton shrugs, "Killers come in all ages."
Gerard grins stepping forward, "All ages, sizes, shapes. It's the last one that concerns us."
