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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AHIGH PITCHED SOUND DRIFTS IN THROUGH A BRIGHT, ALMOST BLINDING WHITE HAZE. Derek looks about with glazed eyes, everything around him glowing a pristine white.
"Derek... Derek, can you hear me?"
He doesn't respond, barely lucid under the ethereal glow. The high pitched sound hits again. Derek blinks, head snapping to the side as if he'd been slapped. The sound becomes louder and louder. A single ear- splitting note, sending his hands to his ears as.
Derek jolts awake with a sharp breath. He blinks up at Dr. Deaton in front of him.
"Can you hear me? I need you to answer, Derek. We don't have much time. Derek."
Barely able to speak Derek groans, "That sound. What was..."
With a sly smile, Deaton holds up a common dog whistle. Annoyed, Derek attempts to stand. But he wobbles, nearly toppling back to the floor as Deaton grabs him.
"You're going to be weak for a few hours. You have aconite poisoning and you also had a good power drawn out of you."
Clutching to Deaton's arm, Derek's gaze moves to the broken floorboards and the hole in the floor of the house.
"It actually happened."
"Don't worry. You're still an Alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one."
Derek shrugs free of his grip, "Where is he?"
"I wish I could tell you."
"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here and why you're helping me?"
"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother."
Derek looks back at him with surprise. Dropping the arrogant veneer, he reaches for the wall to steady himself.
"So you're the one my sister talked about? She said you're a kind of advisor."
"She was right. And I have some advice you need to listen to very closely right now." Deaton crosses to the broken floorboards to peer into the underground grave, "What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak. So he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence. His cunning. He's going to come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way into your head, preying on your insecurities and especially your vanity. He'll tell you he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."
"I don't trust anyone."
"I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And, unfortunately, the one person you should trust doesn't trust you at all."
Derek looks off mumbling to himself, "Scott."
"He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him. Find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me..." Deaton looks Derek in the eyes to be perfectly clear, "It's going exactly the way he wants it to."
