𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵

TWO HOURS. CHARLOTTE HAD BEEN nervously biting her nails and pacing the perimeter of her room for two hours. Neither her nor Stiles had heard anything from Scott. Not even a message. Sure, at first she didn't think much of Derek Hale in her friend's room because he was also a fellow werewolf. Maybe they were bonding? But then she remembers that he's a goddamn werewolf. According to Stiles' research, the supernatural creatures have heightened emotions, specifically anger. So, if Scott had done something to piss Derek off... Maybe Stiles was right when he playfully suggested the man was a serial killer. Maybe, just maybe, Derek was there to hurt her best friend. She shudders at the thought of Scott's bloodied corpse draped over his bed.

Then her phone buzzes.

It's a single message to the group chat, confirming that it was indeed Derek hiding in the shadows of his room. Her fingers type rapidly on the keys as she replies, Glad you're still breathing.

A few seconds later, Stiles adds, Give us the drama wolfie.

However, there's no message back from Scott. Her phone is radio silent for the next half an hour. Charlotte tries to remain calm. "He's fine," she whispers, trying to reassure herself. "He's fine..." Her eyes widen in horror. "Oh, God, unless Derek's killed him, and it was him that sent the message."

Finally, another buzz.

Three Musketeers (group chat)

Scooter
Was just talking about this
afternoon at lacrosse...
Apparently he saw the 'thing.'

Style
What did he actually say dude?

Scooter
He said to not play the game

Charles
So pretty much Derek is just as
smart as your other 2 friends?

Scooter
Then he said if I do he'll kill me himself

Style
Shit
S
H
I
T

Charles
K we can definitely add to the
murderous werewolf checklist now.

»»———-　　———-««

Charlotte Martin never thought that she would ever be sick of any of her best friends. They were with each other for life; it was the pact. But after picking up Allison for school and hearing the girl talk about her crush for the entire ten minute drive, Charlotte's worst nightmare was slowly coming true. She was beginning to hate Scott McCall. She hadn't heard someone talk about him this much since her ex-best friend Emma Shepard in second grade: precisely why they were no longer acquainted.

However, as she watches Allison stare at the boy with eyes that could only be described as hearts, Charlotte realises that she can't hate him. She couldn't hate Allison either. It was impossible. She smiles. "You really like him, huh?"

Coming out of her daze, Allison turns to the girl with a wide beatific smile on her face. She tucks a strand of cocoa hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I do," she responds bashfully.

Charlotte nods. "Okay, but if you hurt him, just know I have two other close friends who are more than happy to keep me," she deadpans seriously. When Allison gulps, she breaks into a grin and wraps an arm around her new friend's shoulders. "Just kidding," she teases. Allison sighs in relief and grabs onto the hand holding her left shoulder. "Actually, no, I'm not kidding. Seriously, I know where you live."

Both girls stare at each other for a few silent seconds, then burst out laughing.

Pushing through the school doors, they wave goodbye to each other as one makes her way to Scott, and the other to Stiles. Stealthily creeping over to the boy twisting the combination of his lock, Charlotte chuckles to herself. Once the locker door opens, she grabs onto his arms. She breaks into laughter again as Stiles screeches in terror, and heads turn their way at the loud noise. He breathes heavily and spins around to her with a scowl. "Good morning to you, too, Charlotte."

She grins. Her smile slowly drops as she knows they must address the elephant in the room. Well, the corridor. The elephant in the corridor. "So, last night, huh?"

He blows out a breath of air. "Yeah... Want to bet on how long it takes until Scott becomes besties with his new wolf buddy?"

Charlotte wrings her hands together and leans on the locker beside his. "I'm giving it a day or two," she predicts. He hums in agreement. Both teens turn their attention to the mentioned boy who suddenly joins them. "Hey, Scooter, I see we made it here unharmed?"

Scott's eyebrows furrow as he looks at her in confusion. "Huh?"

"I think she means Allison." Stiles pauses as he looks to the blonde. "Or Derek?"

Charlotte squints her eyes. "Both?"

"Dude, where were you?" Stiles questions. He points into the direction of the sport teacher's den. "I saw you coming out of Coach's office."

Scott's eyes widen as he recalls the scene from a few minutes earlier. "Coach told me if I don't play tomorrow night, he's taking me off first line," he tells them disappointedly.

"Right..." The blonde grimaces. "Well that doesn't help completing the big dream does it?"

Stiles holds a finger up. "Scott, remember yesterday? You can't play," he insists. They group fall quiet for a few beats as they remember the low-budget horror movie that had played out in the locker room yesterday afternoon.

"And not to mention you definitely confirm your murder from Derek if you do," Charlotte points out obviously. Stiles elbows her in the side and he receives an, "Ow! Stop elbowing me, you dick!" He rolls his eyes at her dramatic tone of voice. The shrill ring of the bell sounds overhead, and Charlotte is too busy staring up at it with hate to notice how Scott freezes and stares into the distance. "I swear to God, one day, I'm going to smash all these fuckin' things..."

Stiles clears his throat and waves a hand in front of Scott's face. "Dude?" The girl tears her eyes off the bell still ringing and faces her friends. Without a verbal reply, Scott points to Allison standing at the end of the hallway. The brunette looks sideways in their direction, but she doesn't notice the trio watching in the midst of teenagers making their way to the dedicated classes for the morning.

"Scott?" Charlotte calls out, clicking her fingers before his eyes.

Snapping out of his daze, he whispers in realisation, "It's the jacket!"

Whilst her forehead creases together, Stiles gasps. "As in party jacket? Derek jacket?" His eyes widen further when the werewolf nods in confirmation. "Did you put it back there?"

"No..."

Now thoroughly less confused than she was a few seconds ago, Charlotte poses the all-important question. "Well, if you didn't, Stiles didn't, and I didn't know about this until the other day, who the fuck did?"

The three teenagers fall silent as they try to come up with some sort of an answer. In a moment of realisation, they turn to each other with various emotions on each of their faces. But the most common one is concern as they echo together, "Derek."

»»———-　　———-««

Math always dragged on for hours. Well, it wasn't literally hours, only forty-five minutes. But it still felt like hours, even if Charlotte found the subject to be one of her easiest. Which means that as she stands at the blackboard to complete a question with Scott and Lydia, the girl isn't bothered as the pair beside her quietly argue away. It's gossip. Maybe it would help pass the time faster. Scrawling away on the board with her chalk, Lydia mutters, "Why is there a rumour going around that you're not playing tomorrow?"

Scott sighs and glances over at her for a second. "'Cause I'm sort of not."

"He's busy," Charlotte backs her friend up.

Her sister sneers and continues to work on the blackboard. "I think you sort of are," she corrects. "Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him."

Charlotte closes her eyes briefly and mumbles under her breath, "He totally deserves it, Scott, be proud of yourself."

Scott's lips twitch upwards before turning back to Lydia. "No. He brutally injured himself ramming into me," he corrects. He looks back to the board. Compared to the siblings, his problem looks the exact same as when he had started.

Lydia briefly stops writing. "Jackson's playing tomorrow," she says confidently. "But he's not going to be at his peak." She leans over to the boy as she mutters, "I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance."

"Oh, ew," her sister mumbles, her nose scrunched up in disgust.

"Okay..."

"I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team. And if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing team. I don't date losers."

"Too late for that," Charlotte murmurs. She refrains a smile when Lydia rolls her eyes.

Scott abruptly turns his head to the girl with strawberry blonde hair. "Losing one game isn't going to kill anyone. In fact, it might even save someone," he says softly.

There's a pause. "Fine," Lydia states. "Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then, we'll go out after, just like we were planning, and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team... And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for porn." She puts her chalk down, flips her hair over her shoulder and struts back to her seat. Charlotte rolls her eyes. Lydia can be a real bitch when she wants to.

"Mr McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem..." Their teacher looks to him, clearly very unimpressed.

Scott sighs and mutters to his best friend, "Tell me about it."

She smiles at him in sympathy, finishes her answer, and whispers to him, "X equals negative two, and Y is negative three. That's half your problem solved."

»»———-　　———-««

By lunch, Stiles had made a solid effort to find the older Martin twin. He had quite literally run into her at full speed. It had taken him a minute, maximum, to explain to Charlotte that he had discovered his father and a few of his deputies are at the school. At this point in time, he has no idea why. Which leads them to finding Scott at his locker. Perhaps it would help having a werewolf as a best friend, after all. Grabbing onto the boy's shoulders, Stiles starts to drag him away, Charlotte close behind after she shuts the locker door. Scott's eyes are wide as he exclaims, "What the hell?"

"Scott, just come."

Shaking his head in confusion, the boy doesn't protest. They pull him over to the bottom of a stairway, and Charlotte points upward to where they can see Sheriff Stilinski in conversation with their principal, and one of his deputies. "You gotta tell us what they're saying," she instructs him. He turns to her in surprise. "Please?" she adds.

Scott looks around until he finally spots where his friends are pointing at and starts to focus on his enhanced hearing. Stiles impatiently taps his fingers on his leg. "Can you hear them?"

The girl turns to him in exasperation. "He can when you're not talking!"

After an incredibly long sixty seconds, Scott looks between his friends with a gloomy expression on his face. "Curfew cause of the body," he reveals.

Both scoffing simultaneously, Charlotte and Stiles frown. "Unbelievable," the latter hisses. "My dad is currently out looking for a rabid animal, while the shithead who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever the fuck he wants."

"Well you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek..."

"Obviously, Scott!" she agrees loudly. "We don't want him added to psycho wolf's hitlist."

Stiles nods. "I can do something," he says confidently.

"Like what?"

"What can you possibly do?"

His hazel eyes flick between them as he states, "Like find the other half of the body."

He scrambles to stand up and runs down the hallway. Charlotte's eyes widen in protest. "Are you fucking kidding me, Stilinski? Not again," she yells out to him.

»»———-　　———-««

Talking to Lydia about how she had spoken to Scott in class was hopeless. Her sister had protested that she had been 'perfectly reasonable with him.' Charlotte had given up after that. The twins had gone straight home after the day, separated to their rooms, and had no intention with talking to one another for the rest of the evening. So the blonde was incredibly grateful when she had heard Stiles' Jeep screech to a halt in their driveway. She had just about sprinted down the stairs to get out of the uncomfortableness her home was saturated with.

Throughout the drive to Scott's, he had rapidly explained that the McCall had messaged him roughly half an hour ago, saying that he had found something. It really was that vague. Hence his rush to get over and bombard the werewolf with questions.

With his fingers gently gripping her forearm, Stiles doesn't bother to knock as he drags Charlotte through the unlocked front door, and they head straight upstairs. The boy throws open the bedroom door and they're greeted with Scott seated on his bed, restringing the net on his lacrosse stick. Charlotte's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Woah, I know you're angry, but what did the lacrosse stick do to you?"

Panting heavily, Stiles rushes out, "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?"

Scott lifts his head up from the stick. "Yes, he's had a shit ton of Adderall today," the girl clarifies. Stiles rolls his eyes and taps his foot on the ground as they wait for Scott to speak.

"I found something at Derek's," he tells them. It's just as vague as the text message.

"Are you kidding, what?"

"Do you want to die?"

Scott ignores her, focusing on Stiles' question instead. "There's something buried out there," he replies. He swallows. "I could smell blood."

Charlotte gasps loudly. "That's awesome!" Stiles wildly to her and nods in agreement. But she pauses to recollect her words. "I mean, that's terrible. Really, really terrible for whoever it belongs to."

"Whose blood?" Stiles questions.

Scott stands up from his bed and begins to anxiously pace around his room. "I don't know... But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you guys help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing, because there is no fucking way I'm not playing in that game."

"Hold on," Charlotte interrupts. Their heads snap over to her. "Are we one-hundred percent sure it's Derek? Because I really don't want to pin someone for murder to find out they didn't do it and then actually become their first victim..." When neither of them answers, she sighs in defeat. "I guess we'll find out."

Scott holds up his lacrosse stick and Stiles pumps his fist in the air with a proud smile.

Then, the girl is once again dragged out of the room. "You know, I'm in this shit now! I can easily walk on my own!"

»»———-　　———-««

The sign to the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital stares back at the three. She grimaces. "We're really doing this?" In the front seats, Stiles and Scott nod assertively. Charlotte purses her lips. "Fine. What could possibly go wrong?" As soon as they walk through the entrance doors, each of the teenagers look around the bustling environment, just as unsure as the other of where to go next. "Okay, Scott, your mom works here, where're we going?"

Scott glances to her and shrugs. A minute passes, then Stiles sees a sign that includes 'Morgue' on it. "That's where we're going," he answers.

"All right, Scotty, let's get this over with," she gestures to the boy. Charlotte and Scott quickly walk away leaving Stiles in the lobby. It's probably best to keep him away from dead bodies and anything that could remotely involve blood. As they walk past doctors and nurses that thankfully don't seem bothered by them, she notices how nervous her best friend is. Charlotte takes his hand and comfortingly squeezes it. "We got this. And if we get caught, that's what your mom's for, right?"

"But we'll be caught in the morgue..."

Charlotte pinches the bridge of her nose. He makes a solid point. "Let's move quickly then." She spots a doctor leaving a nearby room and cast his eyes over to their direction. She spins Scott around with her behind a wall until the man is gone. As they enter the morgue, Charlotte has to squint her eyes until they adjust to the dark. They split up and slowly move around the room, looking at each tag on the metal cabinets where the bodies are held. "I've always wanted to go into a morgue before, I feel like I'm in a horror movie," she whispers.

Scott stifles a laugh until he reaches the cabinet they were looking for. "Hey, Charlie, over here," he quietly calls out. The label reads 'Jane Doe, partial.'

She stares at the tag. "Partial... This is awesome."

Scott opens the door to the cabinet and removes the cotton sheet. The lower half of the corpse is visible and Charlotte stares at it while Scott double checks the tag on the toe, then quickly closes the door, breathily heavily. "Awesome?" he repeats in disbelief. "This is disgusting."

She rolls her eyes. "Way to ruin the moment. Did you get the scent?" He nods and they run out to make their way back to where they left the other third of their party.

Charlotte slaps a hand over her mouth when she sees what her best friend is reading in his chair. Scott rips the pamphlet away from his face. "Holy God!" Stiles yelps loudly in terror. She raises her eyebrows at him with a wide smile and lets out a laugh. "What?"

"I'm pretty sure I just saw you reading about the menstrual cycle."

He narrows his eyes at her. "It was to blend in, okay?"

With the amused smile still plastered on her face, Charlotte nods. "Sure, bud."

Stiles clears his throat and stands up. He looks to Scott. "So, did you get it?"

"The scent was the same," the werewolf confesses.

"You're sure?" Stiles presses.

"Yes."

"Oh, yeah, we got a good look at that thing."

The Stilinski raises his eyebrows at her. She looks oddly excited about the whole situation. He really shouldn't be surprised. "Of course you enjoyed going into a morgue," he mutters.

She clicks her tongue. "Another thing to tick off the bucket list."

With a strange look on his face, Stiles reluctantly questions, "What was the other thing?"

Scott tilts his head to the side. "Yeah... What was the other thing?"

"Finding a dead body," she responds with a second of hesitation.

"Right, of course." Stiles rolls his eyes and sighs. Charlotte grins. "So he did bury the other half of the body on his property," he concludes, bringing the conversation back to the more pressing matter at hand.

Scott nods. "Which means we have proof he killed the girl."

"I say we use it."

"How?" Scott queries.

Charlotte slows walking as the thoughts in her head swim around at a million miles an hour. There's something off about all of this. Yet she can't quite place what.

Stiles glances to Scott. "Tell me something first, are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?"

"There were bite marks on the legs. Stiles, bite marks!"

The boy with the buzzcut turns to Charlotte for confirmation. "Definitely bite marks," she validates.

Finally satisfied with the proof, Stiles nods. "Okay then, we're going to need a shovel. Multiple shovels." The boys head toward the exit doors of the hospital before Charlotte yells for them to stop. "What? Man, if you want to stay longer it's fine, the dead bodies aren't going anywhere."

"Yes. I mean, no, not that." She shakes her head, and her eyebrows knit together. "Just because the scent was at Derek's house doesn't necessarily mean he killed her. I mean why only bury half the body? Why not the whole thing if he knows his prints are on the other half as well? The half that the police found the other day? The half we just saw?" The more she thinks about it, the more she realises that they're missing a part of the puzzle. A big part of the puzzle.

Scott narrows his eyes at her and frowns. "What do you mean? There isn't anything else that explains it!"

"He could have known her. You know, friends?"

Stiles contemplates this for a moment, then sternly replies, "Nope. Definitely killed her."

»»———-　　———-««

The stars shine brightly up in the sky as the teenagers sit in the Jeep, a fair way from the burnt down Hale house. Charlotte hadn't seen the house in the daylight, but she's almost certain that it would look just as creepy then as it does now. The shadows that surround the wreck of the home make her wonder if there are miniature werewolves hiding and waiting for them to get close enough, then to rip their throats out with teeth and claws. She dryly swallows. Maybe Steven King has taken over writing her life. She's been in far too many terrifying situations over the last few days to call it 'normal.'

Peeking out the window in the front passenger seat, she watches Derek walk out of the house and towards his car. As soon as he gets in and drives away, all three let out a sigh of relief. From their vantage point, Stiles starts up the engine and drives closer, parking it so they don't have to walk too far to reach the front. Charlotte takes the flashlight from him as they get out, however, she looks at it cautiously. "You sure this one's batteries are good this time?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

"But are you sure, sure? 'Cause that's what you said last time, and we all know how that turned out."

Scott takes a moment to look around, probably comparing the surroundings to his earlier visit. Then he begins to lead his friends toward the side of the house. He suddenly stops in his tracks. "Wait, something's different."

"Different how...?"

His eyes dart around. "I don't know," Scott responds.

"Are we sure it's a good idea to be here?" Charlotte asks. Her best friends ignore her and continue to walk. "Yeah, I didn't think so," she whispers to herself. Once they reach a patch of recently overturned dirt, Scott holds his shovel over it but hesitates. Striding forward, she shoves hers in. "Let's just get this over with before creepy wolf man comes back."

The process of repetitively shovelling starts. Fifteen minutes later, they've barely gotten thirty centimetres underground. "Guys, this is taking way too long," Scott points out the obvious fact.

"Just keep going," Stiles retorts, still shoving his tool into the ground.

Charlotte doesn't pause either. She briefly casts a look over to the werewolf. "Yeah, I didn't come out here for nothing."

"But what if he comes back?" Scott exclaims worriedly.

"Then we get the hell out of here," the Stilinski says calmly.

"What if he catches us?"

Charlotte looks up from her digging and points to herself then to Stiles. "We have a plan for that," she reassures.

"Which is...?"

She shrugs. "We run."

"More specifically, you run one way, I grab the Jeep, and Charles runs the other." Stiles returns to his shovel.

Scott grimaces at them. "I hate that plan," he sighs.

"That wasn't the plan, Stilinski!"

Stiles stops once again and looks Charlotte in the eye. "Yes it was," he argues.

She shakes her head. "Nuh uh. The plan was for all of us to run. No one said anything about taking the Jeep." She points to herself as she says, "If anything I should get the Jeep."

He scoffs incredulously. "Okay, in what world is that fair?"

"Well, last time it was your turn to use it if we got caught, so now it's mine." Stiles raises his eyebrows and gestures to Scott. "Wolf boy hasn't changed. He still does pull ups." She pauses. "Right, Scott?" Said teenager doesn't stop digging as he nods. "See? Plus, he's currently got the least likely chance of Derek killing him compared to the rest of us."

Stiles stays silent, not knowing what to say. After digging for another minute, Charlotte hears a crunch come from underneath one of the shovels. Stiles raises his hand and holds it out in front of Scott to stop him from moving any further. "Oh, stop, stop, stop," he protests urgently.

When they all look to where he is pointing to, they spot the strings of rope poking out of the ground. Charlotte kneels to brush the dirt away and the boys follow her movements. Eventually, they uncover a bundle of fabric that is tied further together with the twine. There's suddenly an urgency to undo the knots. "Hurry!" Scott edges them on.

"We're trying!"

Finally, once the rope is all removed, the boys stall to move any further. Charlotte rolls her eyes. She reaches forward and unfolds the fabric to reveal what looks to be a decapitated head of a black wolf. Everyone screams in panic and scrambles backward out of the now decent sized hole. "What the fuck is that?"

"It's a wolf," Scott says quietly.

"No shit."

Stiles turns to the boy with confusion. "I thought you said you smelled blood, like, human blood?"

Shrugging, Scott throws his hands in the air. "I told you guys something was different."

"This doesn't make any sense."

Charlotte nods and pushes herself off the ground to stand up. She brushes her hands on her jeans. "Okay. Yep, I knew it wasn't a good idea to come here," she concludes.

"Yeah, all right, help me cover this up," Stiles tells them. They all start to push the dirt back into the hole until the girl abruptly stops, recognising something from a page of research. Stiles, following her eyesight, also stops to stare.

Scott notices they're not moving. "What's wrong?"

"You see that flower?"

He frowns and looks at the violet plant. "Yeah, what about it?"

"I think its wolfsbane..."

Scott's brows furrow. "What's that?"

Charlotte's jaw drops, and Stiles turns to face him, eyes wide. "Haven't you seen The Wolf Man?"

"No?"

"Lon Chaney Junior? Claude Rains?" Scott shakes his head again. Stiles' voice raises in disbelief. "The original classic werewolf movies?"

"Twilight?" Charlotte exclaims.

"No!" Her eyes widen in horror at his revelation. Stiles mimics her look of incredulity. Scott finally reaches the limit of his patience. "What?"

"Scott, you are so unbelievably unprepared for this. Like, so unprepared. It's quite unnerving."

"What she said."

Charlotte jumps up and moves to the flower, pulling it out of the ground. The further it comes out of the dirt, she realises that the base of the plant has twine tied to it and more smaller flowers attached around it. It leads back underground. She looks back at Stiles and he nods as if to say, Go ahead. Gently, she pulls at the rope and moves around the hole as it unravels. When she reaches the end, Scott and Stiles look down into the grave.

"Charlie," Scott murmurs.

"Oh!" Stiles yelps and jumps backwards grabbing onto the boy's shoulder.

Charlotte's head snaps up at the commotion and notices them staring inside the hole. She walks back over and follows their line of sight. "Woah," she whispers in shock. Exactly where the wolf head was a minute ago, is now the upper half of a human female body.

"That's it. That's the half I saw."

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