06. In Which Persephone Becomes Friends With A Fugitive

"You do know that you are defending somone that could have killed your father, right?" Derek asks the mystery voice.

I couldn't see who it was due to the death grip that was on me at the moment, but I was so thankful for them. They saw me and what a freak I am, and they weren't attacking me like this maniac (hot maniac but that's not the point.)

"It's not her." The voice said again. "I saw the thing that killed him, and it... it's just not the same."

"You said it had yellow eyes, and gross weird discolored skin. You too Scott! And now when something that sounds exactly the same is standing right in front of you, you're telling me that it's not her?" Derek gruffs out as his grip got tighter, causing a strangled gasp to leave my lips.

"I'm telling the truth okay! What I saw had more scale like skin, like some kind of snake. This isn't the same, now put her down, Derek!" The boys voice echoed around the room once again, seeming to get a bit more panicked whenever the older mans grip got tighter. Yeah, I'm panicking too bud.

"Scott?" Derek calls out to him as confirmation.

"I agree with Isaac... something isn't the same." Scott confidently said. Stiles seemed to release a breath, but I was still holding mine. Just the thought that I could have done something like that, and that they even thought that I did, hurt. A lot. It was then that I realized I was an outsider, I wasn't part of their group. Why wouldn't they think that I did it? They don't know me.

I don't know me.

The room was silent as Derek dropped me to the ground roughly, my shoulder slamming against the ground which led me to cry out in pain. But it was no where near close to the pain that I felt inside when I knew that I didn't belong here, I didn't belong anywhere.

"Persephone!" Stiles called out as he realized that I fell on my injured shoulder. But I refused to let him suddenly start being my friend again when just moments ago he thought that I was a killer. I slowly inched myself up by myself, but arms latched onto my elbows and helped me. I was about to lash out at Stiles, telling him to leave me the hell alone, but when I turned I was met with icy blue eyes and not the Stillinski hazel. The first thing I realized was this was the voice, he had been the one to stand up for me when my so called friends didn't. Secondly, I remembered he was the one from the lacrosse field, the one that got taken by the police but had mysteriously escaped from his holding cell.

The boy was a fugitive, but he still helped me even when he had no reason to.

"Your shoulder." He stated as our eyes were still locked.

"Is fine." I lied back before I tried to get my elbow out of his grip.

"Is bleeding." He corrected with a smug look on his face. My head whipped to view my shoulder which was, indeed, bleeding. I rolled my eyes. This day couldn't get any better.

"Let me drive you to the hospital." Stiles told me across the room, Scott standing next to him with a guilty look in his eyes. The betrayal I was feeling came back and I looked away.

"I think I'll find my own way, thanks though." I told them before I walked out of the room, leaving the only person who has kept me sane through all of this, behind.

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"Do you really think I am going to let you walk three miles alone to the hospital in the middle of the night?" Stiles yells out as he chases me down the road.

"Well I didn't really think you would believe I was a killer but look where we are." I snapped out at him.

"I didn't want to believe that it was you. But it was a really weird big coincidence, okay?"

"That's the thing, Stiles! It was a coincidence. But you shouldn't have even thought that it was me. Have I ever tried to hurt you? Scott? Lydia? Anyone? No." I screamed at him as I finally turned around and faced him.

"No." He answered. "But no one has ever turned into some sort of freaking zombie whenever they look into a mirror, either."

Stiles eyes widen as he realized he said that out loud. I turn around again and begin walking down the street with tears blurring my vision. "That was a low blow, god I'm sorry. Will you just please let me drive you to the freaking hospital so I can know that you are okay." The buzzed cut haired boy pleads to me. I kept walking.

"Persephone, stop!" He calls out again.

"Why should I! I'm just a freak! Even if I didn't kill Isaac's dad, that doesn't change that I am a freak, Stiles! You saw me, you all saw me in that mirror, I'm not normal and I never will be, so maybe you should just leave me alone."

"Are you listening to yourself right now? Do you understand who you are talking to? The guy that stole a bloody gown from a hospital? Yeah, the guy that is best friends with a werewolf? Yeah, a werewolf! Scotty, and Derek and Isaac and Erica. Werewolves. All of them. And Lydia? We don't know yet but she's something. Allison? A hunter, her whole family. Jackson? Who even knows what the hell his deal is. We are all freaks! All of us, total weirdos, and that's why it works! That's why we all became friends with you so easily, because of the fact that you know what it's like to not be normal."

Stiles made me face him as his hands grabbed my tear soaked face. "That feeling you have? Of being different? We all have it, and one day you will realize that it isnt as bad as it seems."

I started to cry into his shoulder, not wanting to be alone. I'd rather be sad than empty.

"Werewolves?" I asked him. "That's what you were hiding from me?"

Stiles laughed at me and nodded his head. "Scott got bit a while ago, I guess you can say that's when everything went downhill."

"Do you turn into anything?" I asked him in a awful attempt to lighten the mood.

"Yeah." He told me with a wink. "An abominal snowman."

I roll my eyes and punch his shoulder. "Does that punch mean you forgive me for being a total asshole?" He asks.

"Yeah, I guess it does, but I still want to walk. Clear my head." I reply.

"You just learned that werewolves exist, and you want to walk alone still?" He asks in disbelief.

"I'll go with her." A voice answers his question. A blue eyed curly haired boy that goes by the name Isaac Lahey comes into view.

"Yeah...that's not going to happen." Stiles says in a statement that flat out tells everyone that Stiles doesn't like Isaac. Isaacs eyes start to glow a beautiful golden color. They seem to look like mine, but on him it doesn't seem evil and gross, it almost seems like safety.

"I think me going with her is better than her going alone, don't you think?" He told Stiles with a tilt of his head. Stiles gives him his best I-know-that-you-are-evil look before sighing in defeat.

"Fine Fine, but only because you still kind of scare me." I scoff at his reply and start walking so I can get my shoulder stiched back up before I bleed to death.

The next ten minutes is spent walking in awkward silence. I can't stop myself from ocassionally glancing at Isaac, at his sharp jawline, and his smooth blemishless skin, the carmel curls on his head, his dark eyelashes that encase his blue eyes. Or in other words, looking at a very enticing beautiful person that I can't figure out.

"Why did you help me?" I ask him. "I was a suspect of killing your father, you should have hated me."

A humorless laugh escaped his pink lips. "My father and I weren't as close as you think. His death took away a lot of my pain, not add." He replied. I gave him a confused look, he didn't care that he was an orphan now? Living in some train car with some guy he barely knows?

"And for the helping you part, I just knew that it wasn't you. I wasn't going to let some innocent person die for a horrible persons death."

"Your dad was a horrible person?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to get in business that wasn't mine. A distant look was in his eyes, seeming to be trapped in a memory.

"He was worse."

"So... uh, a werewolf huh?" I ask, wanting to change subject.

His lips curve into a smirk and in that moment I want to melt. It wasn't fair that people can look so perfect without trying, while Lydia has to work on me for hours to make me look acceptable of being her best friend.

"It's a new thing to me too." He answers with a laugh. "But I have to say, it's pretty great."

"How so?" I asked him amused.

"Well, I'd say we still have two miles to the hospital, walking we can make it in 30 minutes at the least." He told me. I raised my eyebrow in confusion to why that matters.

"Running... I could get you there in three." He tells me with a smile.

"Oh really, are you The Flash or something?" I ask as I can recall a memory of a superhero with amazing speed.

"Or something." He replied before he picked me up like I weighed nothing and put me on his back. "I'd hold on."

I felt like I was a character in one of the books I read when I was in the hospital, but in her case she was with a vampire, and I was with a werewolf, it seemed absolutely crazy both ways. Isaac started running at a crazy speed and I had to clutch onto him so I wouldn't fall off. As he promised, in only a matter of minutes we were in front of Beacon Hills Hospital. Isaac set me down with a smile, barely even breathing hard.

"I believe this is your stop." He gestured to the doors.

"Oh god Melissa is going to kill me." I sighed as I walked toward the doors. "Thank you!" I called toward him.

For some reason I was smiling, and once I realized this, I stopped. Isaac was different, he was like me. I wasnt alone, and knowing that made me smile again.

"When can I see you again, werewolf boy?" I asked before turning around.

He was no where in sight.

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Melissa was mad. Really mad.

Our conversation held was mostly the words "What did you do" and "I fell" and "You are gonna have to stay overnight"

So once again, here I was, sitting in a hosital bed with a sore shoulder and nothing to do. Even going to school sounded more appealing than this. Stiles and Lydia stopped by this morning to make sure I was okay, but not together of course, because the spaz Stiles lacked the courage to even ask for her number, let alone ask her if she would want a ride.

And so, once again, I left my hospital room to go snoop around.

I wondered around to random rooms, most people were asleep or watching tv, in one room a guy was getting a bath— I left that one rather quickly.

"This is so embarrasing." A voice rattled around the room, for some reason it spiked my interest, so I peered in the doorway.

"Not at all. I have seen much worse come through these doors." I saw Mellisa and a red haired women. Melissa was stitching up the womens arm. "We keep a pair of bolt cutters in the back and trust me, you don't want to know what they are for."

"Let me guess, something to do with men and their egos." The other women replied, from here it was hard to tell, but I think it might have been Allison's mom.

"Mhmm, boys will be boys." Melissa replied with a laugh.

"Trust me, I know. I was a teacher for years in an all boys private school." Mrs. Argent told the nurse as she finished up with her arm. Melissa went to go put a needle in the womens arms, but she was stopped. The women said something about not needing the anesthetic. Weird.

Melissa gave her a dumbfounded look, which was followed with, "are you serious?" Mrs. Argent just nodded.

"Speaking of boys..how is Scott?" Mrs. Argent asks.

"Scott...he's uh, like every other teenager." Yeah, if every other teenager is a werewolf.

"I'm sure he was pretty devastated after the whole break up." Mrs. Argent continued. Why was she even bringing this up? It was her fault that they had to "break up" in the first place.

"He has been a little odd lately, well you know.. he's kind of always odd. But, he doesn't seem all that..."

"Heartbroken."

"Yeah. Maybe he just hides it well." From where I was standing I could see Mrs. Argent smirking like she just found out some big secret, and it scared me. There honestly is really someting wrong with Allison's parents. Like, really wrong.

"Teenagers are quite good at hiding things arent they." She replied.

"Indeed." Melissa replies, which is followed by Mrs. Argents face going totally blank. Yeah, really wrong.

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"Come on hurry up we gotta go!" Stiles frantically says as we are walking/him running to his jeep.

"Why?" I ask not picking up my speed.

"We think Boyd is next, okay. So we have to go to his house." Stiles opens my doors and practically shoved me inside before running around to his door.

"Next for what?" I ask nervously.

"The bite." He states. "Derek is gonna turn him into a werewolf."

"Because that's what everyone worries about." I snort out.

"Yeah well, you are part of this now so join the club, princess"

We are at Boyd's house in five minutes and Stiles leaps out and runs to the door, banging on it over and over. "Hey, Boyd!" He even tried looking through their windows, oh dear lord this boy is going to kill me.

"Hey Boyd! It's Stiles!" Yeah, because that will definitley make him open the door.

A bang sounded and suddenly Erica was right in front of me. "Oh my god!" She was in another interesting outfit, but I kept that to myself. "So what brings you here?"

She just continued to glare at me so I stopped trying to make conversation. "You guys looking for Boyd?" She hisses out.

"Us? Stiles and I? No.. we uh, we are in a lawn mowing service group.. wanting to make some extra money, you know?" She didn't buy it. Suddenly a big metal part was in her hand, and I realized that's what the bang was. Before I could protest, the metal was swinging at my head and everything went black.

•a/n To everyone who read this awful short chapter I apologize BUT WHAT HOLY CRAP IS THIS AN UPDATE WOAH

>> Song of The Chapter- All We Do by Oh Wonder<<

I had it on repeat during the Stiles and Persephone argument scene, tears.

It has been months since I updated and I apologize, I had no access to a computer, and I can't write these longer chapters on my iPod because it will start to glitch out. But hopefully this means I can start updating again woooo!

Gif is Isaac being hot in the woods when Stiles told him he couldn't walk Persephone like WATCH ME