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[13] Weapon of Vengeance

[13] Chapter Thirteen

Weapon of Vengeance

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Clara's foot tapped anxiously on the wooden floor of the police station. Stiles and Scott were currently in the interrogation room with the Sheriff and Mr. Whittemore. Melissa had shown up about ten minutes ago, joining the others. A restraining order was being filed against Scott and Stiles for the kidnapping of Jackson and the illegal stolen property of the Beacon Hills Police Station. While Mr. Whittemore was dead set on putting a restraining order against Clara as well, since she helped and was there, Jackson was able to convince him otherwise and Clara had no charges against her.

Before the boys were pulled into the interrogation room, they had called Allison to only found out that Lydia had translated the bestiary for them, even though she was very confused. Turns out Morell was wrong when she translated; the Kanima doesn't seek a friend, it seeks a master. Unfortunately for her, the Sheriff called her legal guardian, Tate, to come and pick her up. She couldn't, wouldn't, face him. Just seeing his face would rage her in all types of ways and she didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of the police station.

Finally, she saw Scott coming out of the room with Melissa walking behind him. The Sheriff was currently standing in front of his son, listening while having his arms crossed as he tried to defend himself and Scott about the "prank" they pulled on Jackson. But right as the Sheriff and Stiles walked back into the room and Melissa stopped Scott to angrily talk to him, of course, Tate had to come.

He walked through the station until seeing Clara sitting on a chair and stopping, realizing this was the first he's seen her since the night he revealed the truth about her parents, "Clara."

Clara stood up and tried to walk past him, already fuming while trying to control her temper. "Let's just go home, Tate."

Tate grabbed her arm and whipped her back, now facing him with anger filling her eyes, "What the hell happened?"

"Oh now you want to play the big protective parent figure." She cocked her head to the side, scoffing, "Little to late for that, don't ya think."

"I understand you're opposite for me lying, okay, I get that. But if this is some teenage way of lashing out then-"

"Lying! You didn't just tell me some simple white lie, you lied about my parents." Tears brimmed in her eyes as her voice cracked, "My parents, your second family! You lied about them, their death, and how it's my fault!"

A tear slowly slid down her pale cheek as more threatened to follow. Her eyes adverted away from Tate and down the hallway, Scott and Stiles stood there, watching her feud. Scott looked confused, considering he had no idea what the hell was happened, yet still had a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Stiles fully understood, apologetic but also looking hurt, like it hurt him to see her hurt.

She looked away from her friends and back at Tate, "I'll see you in the car."

With that, she left but not before noticing that Jackson was watching her walk away. Anger was building up inside along with guilt. Guilt that shattered her with a single touch. That was her kryptonite.

Guilt was no dangerous than a gun; a weapon was a weapon.

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The next morning was like no other mornings. Clara woke up after a troublesome night and went downstairs, half expecting to see Tate make breakfast and half hoping that he was still asleep. But everything thing started to fall into place once her eyes locked onto the sticky-note on the fridge: