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chapter ten ❝ i think i'm lost again ❞ co-captain
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Scott stands in the locker room, shaking his deodorant when the lights go out. "Danny?" He calls out. He walks towards the lights, attempting to switch them on. He frowns, looking around when a ball rolls through the room. Scott frowns, walking towards the showers. There, stands Derek. Scott scoffs, "Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?"
"Scott," The McCall turns around, shocked to see Kennedy standing next to Peter Hale.
Peter holds a Lacrosse stick, humming to himself. "I really don't get Lacrosse." He says shortly.
Scott's face falls. "It was you," He looks at Kennedy, attempting to step closer.
"Ah," Peter tisks, pulling Kennedy a bit back. "When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport." Scott looks at Derek with a crazy look. "Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from native Americans tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have that right?" Kennedy looks at Scott, who sends her a what the hell is going on? look. She shrugs, not so sure herself. "I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it."
"I'm not helping you kill people." Scott sneered, glaring him down.
Peter shrugs, "Well, I don't want to kill all of them." He explains. "Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include," Peter pauses, not sure what the name was. He looks over at Derek, raising a brow.
"Allison."
Scott looks at Derek, "You're on his side?" Derek says nothing. "Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?"
Derek tilts his head. "It was a mistake. It happens." Kennedy's eyes are wide, realizing just how clueless she is.
"Scott, I think you're getting the wrong impression of us." Peter explains, stepping closer. "We really just want to help you reach your full potential."
"By killing my friends."
Peter chuckles, "By bringing Kennedy to her full potential." He says, looking over at the girl behind him. Scott frowns, just as confused as she is. "Sometimes the people closest to you, can be the ones holding you back the most."
Kennedy shrugs, "If they're holding him back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I think we're okay with that." Kennedy hisses, narrowing her eyes.
Peter looks at Scott, "Maybe you could try and see things from my perspective." He says, before digging his claws into the back of Scotts neck.
Kennedy squeals, "What is he doing!?" She shouts, watching Peter carelessly take his hands out, and stepping back. Kennedy gasps as she grabs Scott, holding his arm as he seizes on the floor. "What's happening to him!?" She screams, looking at Peter.
