chapter six.

            RULE NUMBER ONE: NEVER grab a hunter from behind. It never works out for the other person. You'd think being involved with the supernatural it'd give them some sense not to sneak up on people even in broad daylight with some students littering around.  When his rough hand grabbed her all she could think about was save yourself, save yourself before he ends you. In her lifestyle, being inattentive gets you killed so you can't blame her for twisting Stiles' arm around and pinning him to the closet thing; a lamppost.

"Ow. Ow." Stiles groans trying to break out of her grip, his cheek squashed against the lamppost. Noticing the eyes of his peers on him, he tries to wave it off.  "Nothing to see here. Let me go, Veronica, you know I'm made out of fragile bones."

"You should know by now not to grab a hunter."  Veronica warned, releasing him. He sighs in relief rubbing his wrist, she doesn't like him. He's always trying to dig something up, he's smarter than most give him credit for so she has to be most careful around him if she wants to complete her plan undetected.   "What do you want, I've got a short story to write in English."

"Scott told me about last night." He answered. Did something other then her meeting him in the woods bruised could raise suspicion? "You tried to kill Liam last night. And you were hurt before you found Scott."

"What are you suggesting, Stiles?" She asked, arms crossing. There's not much he can deduct from that little amount of information and if he does, then she'll murder him in his sleep when it's least suspicious and burn his corpse and leave breadcrumbs for his father to Mexico, the music there is incredible.

"Did you kill Demarco?" Stiles blurted, eyes slightly squinted predicting she'd knock him over the head for discovering her deep dark secret.

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I killed a guy." Veronica scoffed. There had been no other body there yesterday night and whoever done it just purged the world of another beast. Good for them, it's almost insulting he thought she done it, if she had he wouldn't have noticed Demarco was missing.

"Right. Like that time you were arrested for arson." Stiles hissed, his face growing closer to hers.

She bit her cheek. There's nothing more she hated then people putting their noses in places they shouldn't and accusing her of shit they know nothing about, that 'arson' saved her sister's life unlike what he'd done a while back. "At least I saved a life. How 'bout you, planting a bomb in the police station with people still inside."

He glared hard, has clenched. "Scott might trust you, but I dont."

"Smart. I wouldn't trust me either." Veronica murmured, she was close enough to count the freckles on his face. He held her stare and a grin rose on her glossed lips, he'll be too busy chasing after her that he wouldn't notice her family working behind her on another trail. Someone knocked his shoulder making him stumble, she recognized his head of hair and was confirmed when another boy followed shouting his name. "Oh. Looks like your dog is off for a bite."

"Dick." Stiles mumbled. He takes behind Liam as a crowd circles them expecting a fight to break out. If his eyes stay those innocent gold then he'll be safe from her and her family but the moment they change, mercy off the list.

"I just wanted to say...". Watching Liam was like standing on the tip of a cliff, rocking back and forth waiting to just fall. "Have a good game." No one could've expected that; nor did they expect the mocking laughter from the opposite team. Erm, if Liam doesn't kick the ring leader's ass then she'll gladly do it.

"That's cute, Liam." The leader, a blonde and green eyed, mocked his curls tumbling on his forehead. "Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car."

"I paid for it." Liam hissed, chin tilted up to glare at him.

"Yeah, you're going to pay for it." He insisted, eyebrows drawn together. Why are jerks always good looking? Liam's fingers clenched, she could see blood dropping on the ground from his palms. That's not good. "We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's gonna be all your fault." And like heros, Scott and Stiles swooped in.

"Hey, what's going on prep students?" Stiles greeted enthusiastic, bouncing on his feet eyes squinting when he meet the leader's narrowed gaze. "Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" He holds his hand out for them but no one shakes it; Scott grips Liam at his side. "That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for scrimmage tonight. Uh, but Let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field. Go."

Veronica followed. And not because she was concerned about him; but because Liam doesn't have control and he could tear them apart and she'd rather not murder a teenage boy she saved. "Girl coming inside!" She shouted, eyes covered and a hand out when she heard the shower running.

"We're ━ " Scott's cut off by a snarl. Walking inside further, she found Liam pinned underwater fangs bared and eyes golden trying to take a bite out of either Stiles or Liam. " ━ decent."

"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles asked. Liam thought for a moment, then roared in their faces indicting he's still angry. She's surprised no one could hear them outside, they're lucky Coach isn't in his office. Anyway, they're doing it wrong. There's an easier method to get him to calm down.

"I've got a better method." Veronica beckoned, getting off the bench and pulls out a wooden stick from her hair and twists it revealing a blade, "This might hurt." Blood sweeps through the cut on his knuckles, he snarled at her water droplets hitting her face and returns to human clutching the healing cut. She smiles in satisfaction, the boys slowly releasing him.

Scott smiled in thanks at her; she just nods. Liam slides down on the dry side of the wall, his arms on his soaked pants panting.  "That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's." Scott said.

"He was also my Coach." Liam revealed, his guilty eyes glimpsing at the three one at a time then fiddles with his fingers.  "He benched me for the entire season."

"What did you do?" Scott asked.

"I got a couple of red cards."

"Just a couple?" Stiles repeated suspicionly.

Noticing his hesitation, Scott kneels down in front of him. "You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?"  Veronica remains silent inside how she could help in this situation, whenever her siblings done something wrong she'd lock them in a room together to figure out their differences together. And when that didn't work, she'd sit them and force then to tell her what happened. She doubts she can lock him anywhere.

"Nothing." He snapped, still looking anywhere but at them. "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What did they call it?" He asked.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder." Having never heard of it Veronica knew it wasn't good by the way he said like, he was ashamed.

"I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D?" Stiles spat out bewildered, pointing at him. "That's great. That's great. You gave powers to a walking time bomb."

"Don't act like you didn't know." Veronica hissed, sparing him a glare still irritated by the fact he read her classified file.

"I did not. I have a life, you know." Stiles argued. She raised her eyebrows at him which he shrugged.

Ignoring them, Scott inquired. "Did they give you anything for it?"

"Risperdal." Liam answered. "It's an antipsychotic."

"Oh, this just gets better." Stiles comments sarcastically. Her jaw clenched, she could tell his comments made him feel so fragile and small. She really doesn't like his voice.

"But I don't take it." He argued.

"Obviously." A wooden hair pin flew through the air stabbing his trousers to brick wall inches from his calf. He squeaked and tried to pull his leg away, Liam almost cracked a smile and Scott rolls his eyes at them both.

"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired." He said. She glared at Stiles daring him to say something.

"Okay. I think you should bail out of the game." Scott suggested with a sigh. "Tell Coach your leg is still hurting."

"No, no!" Liam protests, leaping to his feet Scott following. "I can do this. Especially if you're both there."

She was stunned when he included her, well if he wants someone to beat him back to his human self then she could help. "I can't run out on the field and stab you whenever you feel like wolfing out. I'm pretty sure I'd get arrested."

"But, Liam, it's not just about the game." Scoff said, hesitating for a split second licking his lips and glancing at Stiles. "We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."

"Wait, I thought ━ " Stiles cuts get off by waving his hands as Scott and Liam continue.

"That was a theory." Stiles corrected.

"Liam? What, you know something?" Scott interrupted them, his voice capturing their attention.

Liam jumped to his feet.  "I don't know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it."

*  *  *

THE COLD HAS ALWAYS felt more like home to her then the sun. Beanie hats were her best friends (... even though they messed her hair whenever she removed them. ) and hot chocolate is her goto, there's nothing better than being snuggled in your bed after being out in the cold all daylong expect, Veronica wasn't at home in bed but a Lacrosse game (... she hadn't even heard of the sport until two days ago. ) and people were dedicated enough to paint their faces and make posters. She doubts that could be her in the future.

"Since when are you into lacrosse games?" Perseus questioned, rubbing his thin gloves hands together feet tapping on the little space on the bench beneath theirs. "I thought you were lying."

"I even didn't invite you to come. And I'm not, I don't even know this game works." She grumbled, hands shoved inside her pockets playing with her bottom lip.  "But I've got a plan to banish all supernatural from Beacon Hills. Cut the head off a snake, and the body or bodies will die."

"You seem pretty determined we can do this." Perseus remarked, his thick eyebrows drawn together glimpsing at her clutching his packet of buttered popcorn which he owns her for.

"I can do this with or preferably without your help."  Veronica replied.

"Think fast!" Someone shouts on the pitch. A ball cuts through the air and Liam spun around clutching it in a fist, an angered expression directed at Brett.

"He's apart of the pack." Perseus knew, tossing some in the air and only one falls in his mouth the other lands in her hair. No human could catch a ball flying that fast with their back turned.  She shook her hair throwing the popcorn at him, he shakes it off.  "Fresh. When do I get an introduction?"

"Make your own secret enemies, freak." Veronica retorted, nudging his shoulder. She hates the smell of popcorn, it reminds her too much of medicine she couldn't understand how no one could smell it too.  "I'll will cut your tongue off it you don't stop eating with your mouth open."

"You should be cutting off that attitude of yours." Perseus argued, throwing more in the air and it lands on a stranger below hair. Both siblings stifled their laughs when he turned around.  "My bad, sir."   The game begins; number eleven and and twenty eight face off, a whistle rings and number twenty eight known as Brett sprints with the ball plowing into Liam and eventually scoring a goal. Liam tries to charge at the players and Scott and Stiles hold him back.  Veronica shakes her head, lacrosse is suddenly very interesting. She wonders why Brett hates him so much it has to be more than the coach thing.

Another face off; this time Stiles gets the ball and passes to Kira, who's frozen for a moment before she starts running toward the goal. Coach shouts for her to pass, but she shoots instead, scoring a goal. He benches her after yelling at her for not passing, by the shrug of her shoulders at Scott she knew that wasn't apart of the plan.  Continuing on, Liam, Brett, and one other player go down. She can't hear what happened but noticed Brett on the ground wailing in pain. She doubts the hit was that hard since he's still on the ground, it's always the jerks with the most dramatic flares. Her eyes rolls.  Brett. She's seen that name before, Brett Talbot, could there be a slim chance they're the same person?

"Do you know him?" Perseus inquired, his hands between his thighs snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Never seen him before." Veronica lied. She doesn't why she did, it just slipped out of her mouth. If this is the Brett Talbot then that hit was planned, but by who? There was so many of them on the ground. If he was who she thinks he is then it's one less monster on the street.  Her eyes drift on the ground to where Kira was waving at her to come, she points at herself confused as to why she'd be calling her out if her friends then met her halfway at the side of the metal benches.   "What's up."

"You gotta save Brett." Kira pleads, eyes wider than normal. She presses her lips together controlling her facial expression. "I know this is very weird of me to ask since this is our first time speaking but I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't necessary."

"Right."  Veronica bites the inside of her cheek, if she lets him die then their trust for her will be blown away. She got too keep up the act, hopeful this Brett's real eyes aren't blue.  "And your name is.."

"Kira. And you're Veronica, but of course you knew that already because it's... your.. name." She blabbed awkwardly, bobbing her head with a flustered smile. The hunter had stopped already began walking away after she said her name, she just wanted to meet this other hunter. Turning the corner inside the school to the boys locker room, she puffed her cheeks at the sight before her; two paramedics knocked out cold on the floor, it's pathetic. If you plan on killing someone why give another a reason to be suspicious. Fucking amateurs.

Tip toeing inside the changing room, she doesn't want to give them time to hide. The remarkable sound of his grunts and... claws scratching the ground like they were being dragged. Swallowing her sigh, she had left her dual Kindjal at home leaving her with the wooden sticks in her hair, not her first choice but close enough.  Her chin tilted at the towering plan lockers shielding her from them, this place has a weird stench almost distracting her to figure it out.

Shaking her head, her slick back hair is stuffed underneath her hoodie to keep it out of her hair. Flicking her wrist, her wooden stick slices the air cutting through her arm. She grunts surprised clutching her bleeding bicep, the thermocut wire slips her grasp and his scorching neck.

"I need to get me one of those." She murmured. This has to be the first time she's seen one of them in real life. A blond laid on his stomach gold eyes blinking at her tinted almost calling out to her for help, it's been awhile since the victim was a supernatural. "Hello, Brett."

"Back off, Morillo." The armature assassin stood on her feet, eyes hard and black curls bouncing on her shoulders, lips pulled back into a smile like she was ready to chew her up toying with her wire. "This doesn't concern you."

"It does when it comes to human rights." Veronica snarled. She raised a brow.  "I know he isn't human but he walks and talks like one."

"Whatever. I don't have time to argue with you." The assassin decided. Sprinting at her, she flung her fist smacking Veronica's arms, she tried again and she dodged underneath her arms kicking her from behind. She stumbled spinning around straight into Veronica's fist, earning another for still being on her feet.

She huffed, rubbing her aching wrist. That should keep her down for a bit, crouching down a yellow liquid dribbling down his lips. Veronica rubs in between her eyebrows, she saves his life only for him to be poisoned by a highly toxic wolfbane.  The world trembles and zooms into the ground too late to realize the assassin smacked her head onto the lockers. Pain flares in her temple blurring her vision, she blinks her head too heavy to hold on her own.  She huffs in a breath clenching her eyelids tight then reopens them, using the lockers to keep her steady the room beginning to stop tilting like a see saw.

"He said we shouldn't try." She heard the assassin brag followed by the sound of hissing. Veronica gets up and nearly stumbled, her head hitting harder the faster she moves.  "But now I've got you. I got an Alpha."

His eyes burned crimson gripping the scorching wire away from his neck and turns his neck to face her; the only word she could make sense in her head is damn. For an Alpha Werewolf, hot damn. He ripped the wire, her eyes widen and clutched her neck, the tips of her boots scratching the floor and he smacked her head against the brick wall knocking her out instant.

Just then, Stiles came sliding in nearly tripping when he came through the door bewildered by the two bodies on the ground then at Veronica clutching her head and eyelids squeezed.

"I think you better call your Dad."