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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STEPPING out of the steam-filled shower, a deeply troubled Scott pulls a towel around his waist. He passes by Danny who changes into his street clothes at his locker.
"By the way, McCall. Apology accepted."
Scott frowns confused, "Um. I didn't apologize."
Danny shrugs, "Every time you got the ball tonight you passed it to me."
"You scored every time I passed to you." Scott smiles.
"Apology accepted."
Bag slung over his shoulder, Danny heads out. Noticing he's the only one left in the locker room, Scott quickly starts to get dressed. But he's barely zipped up his jeans when he hears footsteps.
"Danny?"
No response.
Scott peers around the corner, then breathes in relief when he sees Derek.
"Thank God. Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?"
He stops when he notices Derek's odd demeanor. Then slowly turns to find someone standing silhouetted in the darkness. A hand reaches into one of the open lockers to withdraw a lacrosse stick.
"I don't really get lacrosse. When I was in high school, we played basketball. That's a real sport. But, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that they sometimes played it to resolve conflicts. Am I right about that?"
Peter raises the stick. Breath held, Scott waits for him to snap it in half or send it smashing against the lockers. But Peter just carefully sets it down again.
"I've got a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it."
"I'm not helping you kill people."
"I don't want to kill all of them."
"Just the responsible ones. Which doesn't have to include..."
He looks to Derek for help remembering the name.
"Allison."
Scott gapes, "You--You're on his side now? Did you forget the part where he killed your sister?"
"It was a mistake... It happens."
Scott gazes at him in disbelief while Peter steps closer.
"I think the mistake was trusting you."
Derek freezes before glancing over behind Peter. Luna glares intensely as she slowly makes her way over to Scott. Scott wanted to ask where she came from and how she got here so fast if she was just with Stiles. He knew something weird was going on and it seemed like each day Luna was a part of it more and more. He would find out soon but right now wasn't the time.
