CHAPTER TWELVE: code breaker

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"No. I'm not just letting you leave her here," Stiles tells Peter.

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're both coming with me," Peter replied

Stiles looked to Caspian, tearfully before he looked back at Peter. "Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore. Let Caspian go."

When Peter had grabbed a grip on Caspian's arm, the boy wasn't sure. But, it felt as if Peter was about to snap his arm. Caspian had stopped struggling when every-time he had, Peter tightened his grip.

Peter sighs, walking over to Stiles, and pressing a claw under his chin, lifting up and forcing Stiles to stand. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where they are. That's all you get."

Caspian punched Peter, making the werewolf tightened his grip on his arm more before he dropped Caspian to the ground.

"Caspian!" Stiles yelled as he reached the boy while pulling out his phone.
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Caspian moved forward, propping Lydia up, and holding an arm to keep her up. Caspian examined the wound, removing his jacket and pressing it to her wound. "Lydia, Lydia wake up," he gently shook the girl, Stiles and Peter had already left and he heard rapid footsteps approaching.

He had forgotten that Stiles called Jackson, before he froze at the sight. "Caspian, what happened?" He immediately picked up Lydia.

The two ran off to the school. Caspian running ahead as the two yelled out for help. "Come on, Lydia, stay with me... Come on..."

"Help me! Somebody help! Help me! Get help, please!"
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"Are you okay?" Jeremiah asked Caspian.

"Can you drop me off home?" Caspian questioned.

Jeremiah nods his head, ignoring the fact that he didn't have much time. If anyone found out that he was helping Caspian, he would be in trouble.
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Jeremiah dropped Caspian off at the Stilinski residence, Caspian immediately climbing out of the car and racing to the house, pushing open the door and having yelled out a thanks for Jeremiah.

Only, Jeremiah didn't drive off.
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Caspian had tracked down Scott's phone. He immediately left the house, he paused when seeing Jeremiah still there. He had to leave.

"Are you going somewhere?" Jeremiah asked.

"No. It's nothing. You can go," Caspian told the other. He knew there was something off about Jeremiah.

"It's dark. I'm not telling you walk out here. Where are you going?"
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Stiles had gotten to the hospital, just exiting the elevator in a rush, when he was pushed back.

"You know what? It's good that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you," Noah tells his son.

Stiles stammers to explain, lie. "I'm-I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my Jeep. I had to run all the way here."

"Stiles, I don't care!" Noah yelled.

"Is she gonna be okay?"

"They don't know... Partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."

"What do you mean?" Stiles breathed out, still out of breathe.

"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock." And when seeing Stiles's face. "Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"

Stiles stayed silent for a second. "No. No, I have no idea."

"What about Scott?" Noah asked.

"What do you mean? What about him?"

"Did he see anything?"

Stiles is confused by his father's lining of question. "What do you--Is he not here?"

"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response. And I called Caspian. Same thing."

Stiles looked up, seeing Jackson. Jackson shrugged, mouthing that he didn't know anything.

"Caspian's not here?" Stiles asked, panicked again.

"He isn't with you?" Noah asked. "Or back at the dance?"

"No. I looked everywhere for him," Stiles lies. "I thought, that, maybe he was already here."

Noah turned, grabbing his phone again. "Try calling Caspian. I'm sending a deputy out to find him."
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Caspian had taken his bike, telling Jeremiah to leave.

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"Stiles, listen. Just go wait with your friends, all right?" Noah told his son.

"Dad, tell me. Look, you know it has something to do with Derek," Stiles spoke.

"What? But I thought you two said you barely knew him?" Noah asked back.

"All right, we might know him a little better than that..."

Noah pushed his son forward, dunking so that they were away from the doctors and couldn't hear the conversation. "You do realize that I'm elected to this job, right?"

"And, if I help you figure this out, you'll be re-elected, am I right?" He sighs. "Dad, come on..."

"You know what? That girl in there has got nothing to do with a six-year-old arson case."

"When did you decide it was definitely arson?"

"When we got a key witness. And no, I'm not telling you who it is. But, yeah... yeah, we know it's arson. And, it was probably organized by a young woman," Noah spoke lowly.

"What young woman?"

"If I knew that, she'd be in jail."

"Was she young then, or is she young now?" Stiles questioned.

"She's probably in her late twenties," Noah answred before his phone began to ring he immediately picked it up, but sighed in annoyance when it hadn't been either Caspian nor Scott. "Oh, I gotta grab this call."

"You don't know her name?" Stiles asked, disbelief.

"No, I don't-- What is this, twenty questions? All we know is that she had a very distinctive-- what do you call it?-- a pendant."  Noah answered.

"What the hell's a pendant?"

"Stiles, do you go to school? A pendant! A pendant!" Noah hit his chest. "It's a necklace. Now, can I answer the phone?"

"Yes."

"Thank you." Noah takes the phone call. "Stilinski. Yeah..." He walked away.

Stiles rubbed at his head, frustrated, before he realized. "Oh."

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Caspian had an odd sense. It was taking his a while to ride his bike to the property, having almost been hit by a car twice. He slowed down. Only slightly.
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"Hey, where are you going?" Jackson asked Stiles, following him throughout the hospital.

"To find Scott and Caspian." Stiles replied.

"You don't have a car."

"I'm aware of that, thank you."

"Here, I'll drive. Come on--" Jackson grabbed Stiles's shoulder.

Stiles hit his arm off of him. "Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault."

"Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help, or not?"

"All right. Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah..." Jackson took the keys from his pocket.

Stiles snatched the keys from Jackson's hands. "Good. I'll drive." He turned, stepping barley a step.

"Boys... I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is." Chris Argent had stepped in front of the two.

"Scott McCall? Umm, I haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you?" Stiles doesn't remove his eyes from Chris.

Jackson hesitated, stammering when he spoke. "I-uh..."

Stiles clenched his jaw. "Oh, for the love of God."

They were thrown into a room.  Chris locked the door. "Let's try this again-- where is Scott McCall?"
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Caspian stopped peddling, already on the Hale property.

"Caspian!" Jeremiah called out.

Caspian's head snapped over to him. "What the hell are you doing here? Did you follow me here?"

"I could tell you were lying. Something's wrong. And I was worried about you. What are you doing here?" Jeremiah asked.

"Well, I'm fine. You can go now."

Jeremiah reached out, stoping Caspian from walking.

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Chris threw Stiles against the double doors, glaring. "Let me ask you a question, Stiles... Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

"No. I could put it on my to-do list, if you just let me go," Stiles sarcastically replied.

"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really... No offense to your storytelling skills..."

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head." Chris roughly pointed at Stiles's forehead. "The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

"No. And it sounds like you need to be a little more select--"

Argent hits the doors. "Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?"

"I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."

"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a Code. I guess no one ever breaks it..."

"Never."

"What if someone does?"

"Someone like who?"

"Your sister."

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Caspian had managed to get to the Hale house. Jeremiah followed him. "Caspian, I think we should turn back."

"I didn't tell you to follow me," Caspian snapped. "I told you to leave. I just want to check on Scott. Go back to the dance."

Jeremiah grabbed Caspian's hand, stoping him. "Caspian, leave with me. Right now."

He heard yelling. One was definitely Derek's voice, yelling out to Scott.

Caspian ripped his hand away from Jeremiah. "What is wrong with you, Jeremiah? Seriously-"

"No! Don't turn that way!"

Caspian couldn't respond, stoping at the sight in front of him. He had tracked Scott's phone after Stiles revealed that Derek had take it, was surprised to see it was at the Hale house. Caspian turned to Jeremiah.

"I told you, we needed to leave."

Allison was holding arrow at Scott and Derek.

"Allison no!" Caspian yelled out, moving forward to stop her. But, he had caught her by surprise, not taking a moment to recognize the voice, but that someone else was here. To stop her. Allison had let go of the arrow, it flying through the air. They all watched in horror-aside from Kate-as instead of the arrow going through one of the werewolves, it had gone through Caspian.

"Caspian!"

Caspian looked in shock as he heard multiple voices yell out his name. He stumbled back, Scott catching him before he hit the ground.

"Caspian!" Allison yelled, moving forward. She was pulled back, as the two werewolves, and Jeremiah ran forward to Caspian. "No!"

The arrow wasn't removed, and before Derek could try to take away his pain, he had been shot. Scott lifted him off the ground. "Caspian?"

Jeremiah moved forward, but, Scott immediately glared at him, eyes glowing yellow.

"Shoot him, before I have to shoot myself!" Kate demanded, frustrated.

"You... you said we were just gonna catch them... and Caspian-he's-"

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." Kate says, then gestured to Derek. "See? Not that hard." Oh, no... I know that look. That's the "You're gonna have to do it yourself" look. Or," Kate looked over to Jeremiah, smiling.

"Are you okay?" Caspian asked, looking up at Scott, he looked around, seeing Derek laid on the ground. "Is he-"

"Kate... Kate, what are you doing?" Allison asked as Kate put the gun to Caspian and Scott.

"I love those brown eyes..." Kate coos.

Scott shifted Caspian, trying to pull him behind him without hurting him.

Jeremiah pressed a gun to the back of Kate head. "Drop the gun."

Allison looked at Jeremiah, shocked from her place on the ground.

"Are you really going to kill me? For them?" Kate asked, sounding like she was smiling.

"Kate!" Chris's voice suddenly filled the air. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."

"I did what I was told to do," Kate speaks.

"No one asked you to murder innocent people! There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now! You're holding a gun at a sixteen-year-old boy with no proof he's spilled human blood!" Chris turned, before catching sight of Caspian, who he knew was human. "You shoot him?"

"What?" Kate asked, confused.

Allison turned, looking at Caspian. Her face shifted to more terror.

"We have to get him to a hospital! Let him go!" Allison yelled out.

Jeremiah forgot about Kate, moving forward and removing his jacket, pressing it to the wound.

"We go by the Code-- "Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent,'" Chris walked closer. He needed to get them all out of there, but, especially Caspian.

"We hunt those who hunt us." Allison muttered.

"Put the gun down..." Chris warned, taking taken out his gun and pointing it at Kate, he shot at the tree. "before I put you down."

The door creaked.

"Allison, get back." Chris warned.

"What is it?" She asked as Scott and Jeremiah moved to pick up Caspian.

"It's the Alpha." Scott says.

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"No-" Scott yelled when Caspian was taken out of his grasps.

Peter knocked Chris off of his feet, before knocking down Allison, and then Scott. Jeremiah had grabbed Caspian, ignoring Kate's screams and ran towards his car.
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"Caspian?" Jeremiah questioned, having driven to the hospital by breaking all the speeding laws. He almost crashed multiple times.

Jeremiah ran into the hospital, carrying him. Noah Stilinski was still there.

Noah hadn't wanted to leave the hospital, but was called back to the Hale house. Kate Argent was killed. She had the pendent on her necklace.

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