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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IN A SMALL SUPPLY ROOM, ERICA AND ISAAC PROP JACKSON IN A CHAIR AS LUNA TEXTS SCOTT. The door swings open and Stiles whips inside, surprising them.
"Just me, just me."
He walks over to stand beside Luna then frowns noticing the blood on her shoulder. He lightly grabs her arm and looks at the claw marks on her back.
"What happened?"
Luna frowns, "He knew we were up to something. It's fine though."
Stiles nods, "Is he okay?"
Turning back to Jackson, Isaac flicks open his hand to reveal claws at his fingertips, "Let's find out."
Luna's eyes widen as she takes a step forward, "Uh Isaac I wouldn't-"
Just as Issac slashes down without moving his head or even opening his eyes, Jackson's hand instantly wraps around Isaac's, catching him by the wrist in mid-strike.
Breath held, Luna, Erica, and Stiles watch, waiting for the worst. But Jackson's hand slowly relaxes and lets go of Isaac. Everyone breathes.
"Let's not try anything like that again, okay?" Stiles stares with wide eyes.
Issac sighs rubbing his wrist, "I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out?"
"Apparently this is all we get. So let's hope whoever's controlling him decided to show up tonight."
"I'm here."
The four of them turn to look at Jackson. Head hanging to the side, his lips move, "Right here with you."
Luna frowns, "That's so creepy."
Stiles cautiously approaches the seated Jackson, "Jackson? Is that you?"
"Us. We're all here."
Stiles throws a look to Erica and Isaac. They both shake their heads at him, bewildered.
Luna lets out a breath before standing beside Stiles, "Are you the one killing people?"
"We're the ones killing murderers."
Stiles gives Luna a look, "So everyone you've killed so far-"
"Deserved it."
"We have a little rule book that says that you only kill murderers. Ever break the rules?"
"Anything can break if enough pressure is applied."
Stiles turns to the others, "That doesn't sound good for us."
Looking back at Jackson, Stiles frowns, "So the people you're killing are all murderers?"
