Nightmare {1} TW

Ch. 11 Co-Captain

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THE GAME WAS OVER BY THE TIME THE HALES ARRIVED AT THE HIGH SCHOOL. Everyone had left the locker room to go home except for Scott. He was still getting ready to leave, standing in a towel until he had the time to get dressed. All the lights suddenly went out, leaving him standing in the dark.

"Danny?" he called. He walked over to the light switches, switching them on and off. There was no point. They had shut off the power.

Seeing one of the lacrosse balls roll across the floor, he went to pick it up. He then walked over towards the showers, finding both Ayla and Derek standing in the room. He gasped in surprise, before walking towards the two. "Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?" he asked Derek.

The older werewolf didn't respond, so Scott turned to Ayla. He quickly noticed the way she wouldn't meet his eyes and instead kept hers focused towards the floor. "Ayla?" he asked.

She looked up and he followed her gaze to find Peter entering the room with a lacrosse stick in hand. "I really don't get lacrosse," he admitted.

"It was you," Scott realized, staring at him in shock.

"When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport," Peter continued.

Scott glanced back towards Ayla and Derek, expecting them to react. Neither did. They just stood in silence.

"Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. Do I have that right?" Peter wondered, more to himself than anyone in the room. He shrugged, sitting the lacrosse stick to the side and turning to the beta. "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 said, glaring at the man.

"Well, I don't want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones," Peter told him. "And that doesn't have to include..." The alpha frowned, turning to his two relatives as he tried to remember the name.

"Allison," Ayla said. Scott turned towards her and Derek. "I told you she wouldn't get hurt," Ayla reminded.

"You're on his side?" Scott asked them. "Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?"

"It was a mistake," Derek told him.

"What?" Scott asked him, before turning to the youngest Hale. "Ayla, he killed your mother! You can say whatever the hell you want, but I know you don't just forgive someone for that."

"None of this is about forgiveness," Ayla told him.

"Scott, I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential," Peter told him.

"By killing my friends," Scott guessed.

"Sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most," Peter explained.

"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that," Scott told him, calmly.

Peter moved towards him and Scott started to back away, only to realize he was backing up towards Derek and Ayla. So he instead held his ground as Peter walked towards him. "Maybe you could try and see things from my perspective," Peter said, letting his claws come out as he spoke. He stabbed them into the back of Scott's neck. Ayla held back a gasp, both her and Derek watching in concern as Scott fell to the ground. He was gasping in pain and clutching his neck as his eyes changed to their beta color. Peter watched Ayla's reaction for a moment, before sighing and leaving the room.