CHAPTER NUMBER TWELVE:
season number four episode weaponized!

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           OPHELIA WINCED AS THE COLD NEEDLE ENTERED HER ARM. Her right hand being clutched with Scott's— her eyes screwed shut so she wouldn't see the dark red liquid leave her arm. Ophelia hated giving blood. It stung despite what most people tried convincing her, and it made her stomach ache. Though Scott's thumb circled her knuckles which made a comforting feeling settle in the bottom of her stomach. The nurse's eyes flickered to their intertwined hands, and Scott's adorning gaze. As she removed the needle and placed a cot on top the wound, a bright grin could be seen through her clear mask surrounded by yellow. "You two are a cute couple..." She couldn't help but make the comment.

            Ophelia and Scott's cheeks matched in color as the skin started to burn. "Oh we're not a couple..." Ophelia murmured softly, awkwardly removing her hand from Scott's grasp. She was too embarrassed and filled with anxiety to see the hurt look cross Scott's expressions. Her fingers tangled together.

            A smirk creeped on the nurse's face as she stuck the bandage on Ophelia's cot. "Are you sure about that sweetheart?" She looked between Scott and Ophelia's bashful features.

            Ophelia gave her a tight smile, and rushed in the opposite direction rubbing her forearm. Her skin began to feel hot in such an awkward position. Scott followed behind her, his mind asking a thousand questions. He furrowed his eyebrows as they stopped at the abandoned hallway— a few steps behind her. "You don't want to be a couple?" His voice was strained. He couldn't help but feel sad.

            "I didn't say that!" Ophelia denied, turning around to face him with her ponytail whipping in the process. "It's just—" her teeth chewed her bottom lip. "It's just I've never had a boyfriend before..." She admitted. "Before you, I never even had someone kiss me. I've always had people think I'm weird or something and having you make me feel these things confuse me... Scares me even!" Ophelia had a nervous habit of rambling— and Scott listened with a smile. "I don't want to rush things and ruin this or have you be tired with me." Her heart hammered in her chest, and Scott's ears picked up each beat.

            Scott walked a few steps closer, reaching out to grab her hand. Ophelia took it, immediately letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Me get tired of you?" Scott scoffed. "Never." His eyes crinking in the cornes as he gazed at her, his face glowing with appreciation as he shuffled his feet.

            "Likewise." She answered, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck in an embrace. His hands snaking around her waist to close the gap between them. Taking in a deep breath as his eyes fluttered closed, Scott knew Ophelia'd be the death of him.

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            OPHELIA FELT HER BREATHING SHALLOW AS BOOKS FELL OFF THE SHELF. Scott had things to do with Kira and Malia, and decided it'd be better to have Ophelia not be there while he couldn't control himself. She decided to check some books out that she needed for upcoming assignments, though now as chills were sent down her spine it seemed to be a bad idea...

            "Ophelia..." Someone whispered, a warm feeling creeping up her neck. She jumped out of her skin as she drew her fingers underneath themselves to form a fist. Her chest rising and falling in a rapid manner. Ophelia felt as if she was about to throw up her insides as she took small steps to the other side of the book shelf— her mind full of wonder. Anxiety pumped in her veins as thought of the possibilities that could happen. Her petite figure rounded the corner, her hand grabbing a hardcover book in the process. "Ophelia..." Someone repeated.

            It sounded like the person was right behind her, and as she whipped around— she saw a tall man smirking down at her. His expression seemed dark as he glowered down at Ophelia who's mouth dropped agape.

              "Ophelia." Her name danced off his tongue like a serpent circling it's prey— and it made her insides drop to the floor. "Your heart's beating fast." He queried. "Scared?"

            He towered over her making their shadows double. Ophelia looked like a deer in headlights, and even though she tried to settle her heartbeat it still raced like a horse.
"I'm sure you know your worth, Ophelia." His voice wrapped around her lungs and stole her breath. "Worth more than Scott even..."

           Ophelia felt threatened— intimidated even. Slowly she began to back up, in fear that he'd strike her at an unknown time. Though his pointed chin turned up as chuckled. "It's a good thing you're nice," he snarled, backing handing her to the ground in such a quick motion she never saw it coming. Her body hit the ground with a thud as a sharp taste hit her mouth. Her cheek thumped with pain as she cupped her own cheek. Wincing at the tenderness, the man above her chuckled. Ophelia panicked. She was vulnerable to him now— and there was no weapons around her. "I'll make it quick!"

           His eyes shined blue in her face, and Ophelia refused to go down without fighting. Swallowing— she twisted on the ground making him miss her cheek. "Screw you." She barked, kicking him in the shin. It didn't didn't seem to do much except make him mad. Ophelia cursed under her breath as he cracked his neck, growling so loud it shook the floor board. Ophelia turned on her stomach, clawing at the ground as she crawled as fast as she could. Her fingernails breaking and screaming underneath her.

            "Ophelia!"

            Ophelia couldn't see past her tears, and her leg from throbbing. In the process the shelf had fallen down on top of her, with the help from the unknown man. She screamed in pain as the saltiness dripped down to past her chin. Pure agony left her throat as she curled around to see a pile of books on top of her— and the air left her mouth as Allison appeared in front of her. "Ophelia!" She cried on her knees, the sound of growls and banging behind her. "Ophelia you have to fight." But the more Ophelia tensed her muscles, the more she couldn't help but scream. "Come on Ophelia, close your eyes and fight. Liam can't hold him off much longer!" The brunette could feel her own breath being forgotten as she listened to Ophelia scream. Blood began puddling around the blonde, proving that something had pierced her skin. She was sure someone had heard Ophelia, and somehow convinced herself someone was coming to help her.

            There wasn't much she could but sit there and watch as the little freshman who was just looking for Ophelia wolf out and battle the much older werewolf— who didn't seem like giving up anytime soon. However Ophelia didn't seem to have a chance at seeing the end, because sooner rather than later her mind had turned darker shade...

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            SCOTT MCCALL RAN INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH STILES. Both of them frantic to see Melissa and find out what happened to Ophelia. Scott felt as if the room would collapse at any moment— his veins pumping with fear. "Mom!" He shouted, skidding to a halt when she came into view. "Mom, Ophelia! What happened to her?"

            Her jaw clenched as she took him to the side, her voice hushed. "A bookshelf fell on top of her." She said sounding unsure. "She lost a lot of a blood because the nail had broke skin and the pressure made the wound pulse. However the bruise on her cheek— that's where I can't answer you." Melissa explained. "Liam Dunbar was in the library with her. I couldn't get him to let her go." Her head whipped around to see Liam's head in his hands as he sobbed. "He asked for you."

            Stiles and Scott shared a look and rushed over to a shaken up Liam. "What happened in that library?" Scott demanded, getting down on his knees to look him in the eye. Liam's crystal eyes were dull and red from the tears. "Liam!" He scanned the boy...

            "I wanted to see her— hang out," Liam's voice trembled. "Someone told me she was in the library so I went there to look for her..." The memories flashed back in his mind. "There was this man, the lights were off so I couldn't see his face— but I heard her scream." The sound caused his ear drums to burn. "He was trying to kill her, he pushed the shelf on top of her so she wouldn't get away. Scott she almost died, and so did I..."

            Scott felt the world stop. His head flashing with images of Ophelia dead— surrounded with blood. His throat clogged as he tried to come to terms with what happened. "She's gonna be okay though?"

            "I don't know..."