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“Please don’t do this,” She begged. Her eyes soaked and swollen. She breathed in harsh, rapid breaths separated by hiccups.
He looked at her with a stare so cold and unnerving. A face void of expression. That is until a smirk slowly adorned his face. “You won’t feel a thing.”
She felt it all.
Allison peered at her crossbow. She adjusted her grip as she took her aim. She took in deep breaths and tried to focus on her weapon but the constant thumping and drowned out screeches coming from the basement was draining and annoying.
“Marco, what’s happening downstairs?” She asked a hunter walking passed her room. He shrugged. “Probably the werewolves getting what they deserve.” He walked off. Allison pondered on the slight guilt she felt but pushed it aside- they deserved everything that was coming their way.
“Yeah, I’m not finding any clues here,” John let out a sigh, “Listen if she- if she shows up by the hospital… okay, thanks.” The Sheriff cut the call and looked blankly into space. “Stiles, where the hell are you?”
He shot his head towards the door when he heard footsteps approaching. His heart soared when he saw his daughter had finally came home, but froze when he realised that the 24 on her shirt shouldn’t be red, neither should she be leaning on the door frame so much. John stilled as he took in the distorted image of his daughter, who seemed to be beaten and crushed in every way possible. Anger seeped through him in waves as he thought of those who did this to his girl. But everything vanished and his heart stopped the moment his little girl looked up to his eyes and muttered “I’m sorry” before she collapsed on her bedroom floor.
“Stiles!”
Melissa hesitantly walked up to the body bag placed in the morgue. Evaluating John and Jane Doe’s were one thing, checking if your sons peer (who just so happened to be a giant lizard) is actually in fact dead, is another. She caught her breath when she saw the unholy sight of Jackson's evolution.
“Oh God, please stay dead, please stay dead,” Melissa chanted quickly and shut her eyes as she closed the zipper.
“Melissa McCall please come to reception, Melissa McCall,” The intercom sounded. Melissa sighed with relief and hurriedly walked out of the morgue and towards the reception.
“What’s up Megan?” She asks distractedly as she tried to make sense of what she had just witnessed. Melissa looked up once she realised there was no response.
“John?” she asked surprised. He looked like a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair in a frenzy, blood on his shirt-
“John, is that blood?” Melissa exclaimed as she hurried towards him. He looked so worn down that Melissa dreaded what made him so. Another lizard? Another Alpha? An Alpha Lizard?
“She- she just collapsed,” He murmured to himself. Melissa realised he was probably in shock. And sat him down carefully.
“She. Who John? One of the students?” Melissa asked as a method of calming John down.
“No, she- she came home and, I was worried, there was blood and,” John looked at Melissa with such pain she knew it had to be someone close. Melissa looked down at John’s hands, clinging onto Claudia’s bracelet, which she’d given to Stiles.
“Oh God,” She gasped. She left John and jogged to the reception desk to see where Stiles had been taken to.
“Operation Room 3” She mumbled and clumsily put the files back.
“John, you need to get yourself together ok? Stiles needs you, so you need to be strong, for her.” Melissa said as she got back to him, “Look, I’ll be here for you to, but I’m going to check how Stiles is doing, and I’ll be back soon.” Melissa waited for his approval in the form of a small nod and took off.
“What the hell is going on?” Melissa demanded to the doctor who walked out of Stiles’s room in a hurry. He looked at her in surprise before realisation dawned on him.
“Look Melissa-“
“-If you even think of saying I’m too close to this and should go, you have some force heading your way,” Melissa threatened the cut off doctor. The two had a short stare off before the doctor sighed.
“It not good Melissa, at all.” Melissa held her breath. She couldn’t feel her fingers or toes.
“What’s wrong?” Melissa asked more forcefully. The doctor motioned her in the direction of which he was walking.
“I rather tell the news one time to the Sheriff and you, though I have a favour to ask of you before I do so.”
“And what’s that?”
The Doctor looked at her with a weak smile after spotting the Sheriff standing abruptly at the two’s arrival.
“Please don’t let him shoot the messenger.”
Scott walked into the abandoned Hale mansion. Following Peter had never been on his to-do list, it had never been on any list. There again, becoming a werewolf hadn’t either. Scott looked up after Isaac nudged his shoulder. Derek and Peter looked at him impatiently. You could see the family resemblance. Stiles would have had a kick out of this one, seeing all the pack coming together. Scott’s heart clenched. He had completely forgotten about Stiles. Scott calmed himself though, Jackson (aka the Kanima) was dead, Peter was with him and Stiles was human, so The Argents were out of the picture. All supernatural parties were accounted for. This was literally the best time for Stiles to disappear (not that she should, ever). Whether she decided to run off because she was nervous of the attention (he doubted that was it) or because the other team was feeling the need to vent out their frustration- it was up to the police. Which Scott doubted, with her father as the Sheriff, would turn up empty handed.
“Scott,” Isaac snapped him out of his thinking. He had the decency to look a bit sheepish.
“Sorry.”
“So as I was saying,” Peter continued as if was horribly inconvenienced by the interruption, “I might have something here about how to kill the Kanima.”
“I told you, I checked everywhere,” Derek repeated to his uncle. Peter, as usual, ignored the comment.
“Not here,” He ripped off one of the stairs and pulled out a dusty suit case.
“What is it, a book?” Derek asked skeptically. Peter looked at him as if he were insane.
“It’s a laptop moron. Welcome to the 21st Century.”
Derek glared at his uncle. It looked like he was going to retort but Scott’s phone broke the Hale’s conversation. He looked at them apologetically.
“Hey mom, I can’t talk right now.”
“Scott, you need to come to the hospital,” His mother’s voice urgently ordered him.
“What? Is something wrong, are you OK?” Scott dreaded her answer, there couldn’t be another supernatural threat.
“I’m fine. It’s- It’s Stiles.” Both Hales looked up abruptly at the mention of her name.
“What about Stiles?” Scott asked confusedly. What was she doing at the hospital?
“She, she came in with her dad, well, he brought her in.”
“Mom, what’s wrong with her?” Scott stressed.
“I have no idea Scott, I don’t have a clue what happened to her,” His mom stopped and took in deep breaths, “I saw her Scott, there was so much blood, and we had no idea if she would pull through. You need to be here Scott, John is falling apart.” After hearing a loud cry at her end of the call, Melissa hung up.
Scott numbly put the phone in his pocket. He had no idea how to process- what to process. He stared disbelievingly at the floor. How could he have let her get hurt, she was his responsibility!
“Scott,” Derek sternly broke Scott out of his trance, “What are you waiting for?”
Scott shook his head, Derek was right- he needed to be focused. Stiles was at the hospital where she could heal and be safe. As much as he wanted to be there with her, he had to solve this supernatural mess, she would understand.
“Scott!” Derek barked at him, ‘Hurry up, we need to go.”
“Sorry, I was just-” Scott stopped himself. “Wait, where are we going?”
Derek, Peter and Isaac gave him a funny look.
“To the hospital Scott, where would you think?” Peter impatiently replied as he grabbed his laptop and jacket.
“But the Kanima-“
“Jackson shouldn’t be a threat for now, if what I think is correct,” Peter cut Scott off, “And we can see the body at the hospital.”
“But the master-“
“God Scott, Stiles was just attacked!” Derek shouted at him, “Do you not want to be with her and help her? Do you want to let her-“ Derek didn’t finish that sentence.
“Off course I don’t!” Scott defended, “it’s just that we have to stop the Kanima first, Stiles will survive, she always has!”
“Oh? And how would you know that? It’s not like you take a call from her when she’s basically drowning, how would even know-“
“Shut up both of you,” Peter reprimanded them as he walked out of the house, wearily followed by Isaac, “We need to go to the hospital, now.”
The only thought Scott could comprehend while getting into the Camaro, is since when were the Hale’s concerned about Stiles?
“What’s happened to my daughter?” The Sheriff demanded as the doctor came into view, trailed by Melissa.
“Actually Sheriff, I was hoping you could explain that to us,” The Doctor hurriedly continued at the indignant look on the fathers face, “I’m Dr Cramer, Stiles is in my care. There is a lot of confusion as to what could have put her in the state she was brought here.”
Melissa narrowed her eyes at Dr Cramer, “John is not the one who put her in that condition!” The Sheriff put his hand on her shoulder and looked at the doctor.
“Look, can you just tell me how my girl is doing- the interrogation can be done afterwards,” The Sheriff impatiently said, he knew how these things were run- if there was suspicious circumstances of a patient brought in- the relatives are first suspects. The Doctor nodded sympathetically.
“Sorry Sheriff- protocols.” Dr Cramer looked at his file, troubled.
“Externally, Stiles has prominent bruising on her neck- which, gathered from the vague hand print, is due to attempted strangulation. There are multiple minor lacerations along her shoulders, back and upper feet. There are deep, cuff scarring around her hands, suggesting she- may have been handcuffed or bounded, same goes for her feet. Her right shoulder was dislocated as well as both her feet having minor ankle fractures. In addition, there is prevalent bruising around her pelvis area and inner thighs.” Melissa gasped and the Doctor gave her a warning glare.
The Sheriffs’ breath caught in his throat. He knew what those signs were. Bounded limbs, bruising around the midsection, he knew what that meant- but it did not happen.
“No-no this did not happen to Stiles! That couldn’t have happened to her!” John anxiously raised his voice. He agitatedly stepped back a few steps. Not his baby, not his little girl. It couldn’t be.
Dr Cramer, seeing that both “parents” had gotten the idea, he hesitantly and remorsefully concluded, “With these signs in mind we conducted a rape kit. I’m so sorry Sheriff but... It came back positive.”
John’s world stopped. It seemed as if the hospital reigned silence. Not a single person could be distinguished in his vision- there only being a massive blur. He could feel his legs buckle beneath him, not being able to hold the pressure. He failed her- he failed Claudia, he failed himself, but he failed Stiles, the person he promised to never let down again- not after what he put her through. She was raped and violated because of some sick bastard. He saw how many parents became immobile and dysfunctional after such trauma had been inflicted onto their children and he understood that. But now he felt it, before, he could understand their pain from a hypothetical view but this was all too real. And the pain is so much worse. He didn’t want to conduct a legal investigation into this, he didn’t want to handover the investigation because he was related to the victim. John didn’t want to do anything at the moment. How could such a thing happen to his family? He was the Sheriff for gods sake!
No. This was not about him. Stiles was a victim- he was not. He could not afford to break down when his girl probably needed him the most.
Dr Cramer looked at the Sheriff sympathetically. The doctor had seen rape victims and he’d seen their families- it was never a pleasant experience for anyone. He prepared himself to deliver and bear the life changing news but it was always easier because it was to strangers- he couldn’t emotionally mourn with them. Cramer had never thought he would have to deal with a case close to him or anyone he knew. This case however, just by looking at his colleague (tears trailing down her face, holing the wall to support herself) who was a mother figure to Stiles- he could tell it was going to be much harder to handle this situation.
“What else?” The Doctor broke out of his thoughts. He looked in mild surprise to the Sheriff, “Sorry?”
The Sheriff straightened up on what strength he had left and repeated with more conviction, “What else happened to my daughter? What caused all that blood?”
Dr Cramer had to remind himself he was talking to the Sheriff, a person who had seen as many or more tragedies than himself.
“Um, yes. Part of the reason for the excessive blood loss is for the minor lacerations throughout her body, the major laceration across the left of her chest and a minor head wound which could be of serious implication when she wakes up, or even no damage at all. Head wounds always bleed more profuously than other injuries.”
The Sheriff took in all that information. A head wound was threatening enough, added on top of that, all the other issues.
“Who could have done this?” Melissa sobbed brokenly through the tears streaming down her face. John pulled her into tight embrace.
“I don’t know Melissa, but I will find them.”