[13] Chapter Thirteen

Weapon of Vengeance

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Clara's foot tapped anxiously on the wooden floor of the police station. Stiles and Scott were currently in the interrogation room with the Sheriff and Mr. Whittemore. Melissa had shown up about ten minutes ago, joining the others. A restraining order was being filed against Scott and Stiles for the kidnapping of Jackson and the illegal stolen property of the Beacon Hills Police Station. While Mr. Whittemore was dead set on putting a restraining order against Clara as well, since she helped and was there, Jackson was able to convince him otherwise and Clara had no charges against her.

Before the boys were pulled into the interrogation room, they had called Allison to only found out that Lydia had translated the bestiary for them, even though she was very confused. Turns out Morell was wrong when she translated; the Kanima doesn't seek a friend, it seeks a master. Unfortunately for her, the Sheriff called her legal guardian, Tate, to come and pick her up. She couldn't, wouldn't, face him. Just seeing his face would rage her in all types of ways and she didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of the police station.

Finally, she saw Scott coming out of the room with Melissa walking behind him. The Sheriff was currently standing in front of his son, listening while having his arms crossed as he tried to defend himself and Scott about the "prank" they pulled on Jackson. But right as the Sheriff and Stiles walked back into the room and Melissa stopped Scott to angrily talk to him, of course, Tate had to come.

He walked through the station until seeing Clara sitting on a chair and stopping, realizing this was the first he's seen her since the night he revealed the truth about her parents, "Clara."

Clara stood up and tried to walk past him, already fuming while trying to control her temper. "Let's just go home, Tate."

Tate grabbed her arm and whipped her back, now facing him with anger filling her eyes, "What the hell happened?"

"Oh now you want to play the big protective parent figure." She cocked her head to the side, scoffing, "Little to late for that, don't ya think."

"I understand you're opposite for me lying, okay, I get that. But if this is some teenage way of lashing out then-"

"Lying! You didn't just tell me some simple white lie, you lied about my parents." Tears brimmed in her eyes as her voice cracked, "My parents, your second family! You lied about them, their death, and how it's my fault!"

A tear slowly slid down her pale cheek as more threatened to follow. Her eyes adverted away from Tate and down the hallway, Scott and Stiles stood there, watching her feud. Scott looked confused, considering he had no idea what the hell was happened, yet still had a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Stiles fully understood, apologetic but also looking hurt, like it hurt him to see her hurt.

She looked away from her friends and back at Tate, "I'll see you in the car."

With that, she left but not before noticing that Jackson was watching her walk away. Anger was building up inside along with guilt. Guilt that shattered her with a single touch. That was her kryptonite.

Guilt was no dangerous than a gun; a weapon was a weapon.

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The next morning was like no other mornings. Clara woke up after a troublesome night and went downstairs, half expecting to see Tate make breakfast and half hoping that he was still asleep. But everything thing started to fall into place once her eyes locked onto the sticky-note on the fridge:

Dear Clara,

I know I lied and for that I'm sorry. But I just

need some space to figure some stuff out.

I'm so sorry, Clara.

Love Tate

He was gone; like a coward, he couldn't face Clara, and ran. Space ? He needed space? What about Clara? Not only was she dealing with the guilt of her parent's death but also the betrayal of both Derek and Tate, the two people she trusted the most. Everything was falling apart around her but he needed space. Well she only had one thing to say to him.

Fuck you, Tate.

She ignored her emotions, ripping up the note and throwing it away. Once she arrived at school, of course, Clara had told Stiles about what had happened. Turns out last night, since Scott didn't understand the coldness Clara was showing towards Tate, Stiles had explained to him what had happened. Not that she cared that much really, it wasn't like it was a secret.

Allison had discreetly and secretively met up with the three in the library. The Kanima was known as a "weapon of vengeance", killing murders until the bond between it and it's master grows strong enough where it will kill anything. They learned that Jackson's past has something with him turning into the Kanima, not a werewolf.

So the job of talking to Jackson was now up to Clara. Scott and Stiles had the restraining order and Scott was being the typical protective boyfriend and refusing to let Allison been in the same room as a homicidal lizard. So the job was called upon Clara who didn't really mind talking to him, she actually wanted to.

Clara walked down the hall but froze once she heard grunts of pain coming from the boy's locker-room. She grasped the knob and walking in, hearing the shower running instead of the painful groans. Clara glanced around the room, listening to the pounding of the heavy water.

"Jackson?"

"In here!" He shouted over the water. Clara cautiously walked closer to the showers, already feeling like this was turning suspious. For a minute, she considered turning back and bolting out of the room. While it was Jackson, who would never hurt her, it was also the Kanima. Even though the kanima was protecting her, it was still frightening as hell.

She looked around the corner and saw Jackson, completely naked, standing underneath the shower. Immediantly, Clara whipped around and pressed her head against the wall, shutting her eyes as her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Something wrong?"

"You could have warned me, jackass." While her voice was strong, the fear still lingered. It didn't matter if the Kanima was protecting her or not, Jackson was changing into something deadly and violent.

Like a snake, he could strike at any moment.

"You're the one that walked into the boys' locker room."

"I thought I heard you - I th - forget it." Clara stuttered.

"Do you want to talk about something?" He questioned and telling by the heavy breathing on the back of her neck, Clara knew he was standing behind her. Her heart was literally rattling like an animal trying to escape a cage.

"We can talk later." She straightened her body, trying to compose her composure while clearing her throat, "Perhaps when you're fully clothed."

Clara took one step forward but stopped abruptly when a hand shot out and slammed against the wall, trapping her. Jackson walked to face her, shaking his head, "No, let's talk now."

"Jackson, I really need to go to class."

"No, you don't. Your grades a fine, you can miss one class." He chuckled humorlessly before growing serious, glancing at her face and then chest, "Are you okay? Your heart's beating like crazy."

Harsh breaths left her mouth as she began to back up, "I-I"

"I thought you wanted to talk?"

"I-" Clara tripped over one of the wooden benches, "I changed my mind!"

"Are you sure? Because you look a little stressed. Is it Derek? Is it that whole thing? I still can't believe you actually thought that your relationship would actually work? All he ever cared about was power, not you. It's no wonder he cheated on you with Erica."

"Shut up, Jackson." Clara said through gritted teeth, tears brimming in her pair of eyes. "You don't understand what happened, you don't know what happened!"

"Oh but I do. He cheated on you because you weren't good enough. You'll never be good enough! Not for Stiles, Scott, Derek, even your parents. All you are Clara, is a cold hearted bitch who doesn't deserve to be loved. Even your own damn parents probably didn't want you, who would? Everyone says they care about you but I don't see anything worth caring about." His mocking, torturing words were breaking a part of her piece by piece. Everything hurt, stung with pain and heartache.

"Shut up!"

"What are you gonna do Clara? When your stupid bitch of friends turn on you! Are you gonna run back to Derek and plead for him to take you back like the stupid desperate bitch you are?" Every word, every phrase, was a vicious stab to her heart; the heart she wished she didn't have. All this time she's tried to convince people and convince herself that she didn't have a heart but she did, hell but she wished she didn't. Because a heart, a reckless heart, was a burden Clara didn't want to bear.

Jackson slammed her against the wall near the door, grabbing her hair slightly while titling it back, tears streaming down her pale face, "You think that everything will be okay, that you have your friends, your pack, the protect you. Nobody will waste their breath for you! And I can guarantee you that a party will be thrown when you end up dead." His claws then extended, gazing her face gently while lowering them down to her neck and down her chest, "Maybe your not as strong as you thought."

"But I am." Clara snarled before striking at his neck. But he grabbed her wrist and twisted them around, Clara landing on the ground with Jackson hovering over her.

Once their eyes locked on, Jackson's eyes seemed to unclouded and become alive again as he scrambled away from her, "Clara? What are you doing here?"

Clara didn't respond; pushing herself in the corner, her pale face streaked with tears and her body tremble. As Jackson grabbed his gym shorts from the ground, the door whipped open and revealed Scott, his eyes becoming filled with anger as he saw Jackson, completely naked but now putting on his shorts, and Clara, the girl he had already considered his best friend, in the corner, frightened to death.

"Scott, I'm okay." She croaked but he didn't listen to her. "Scott, Scott. Scott!" She yelled as Scott bolted towards Jackson and roughly pushed him into the row of lockers, a couple of lockers falling to the ground with Jackson on top.

The rest was just pure madness. Clara watched as the two raging boys fought, punching and slugging each other around like wild dogs in a cage match. She intervening would only make matters worse, even when the fight grew heated and the sink ended up being ripped from the wall.

The two boys ended up outside the locker-room, continuing trying to kill each other. Once Clara stood in the doorway, she saw Erica holding back Jackson and Stiles trying to calm down Scott. Her eyes wandered over and saw Allison and Matt immerging around the corner, watching in confusion.

But much to everyone's displeasure, Harris decided to show up in an angry rage, "What the hell's going on? Hey! Enough! Enough. What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski! Lennon!"

"You dropped this." Matt said, holding out the slightly drizzled tablet.

Harris snatched it from him, "You and you." He pointed to only Jackson and Scott until reconsidering, "Actually - all of you - Detention. Three o'clock."

Finished this chapter in one day so yay!

Jara's friendship is kind of being tested right now, sorry to all you guys who really like them.

Some Clerek will be coming in next chapter

I will warn you all, Stara fluff will be coming next chapter mixed in with Scott!

What would Scott and Clara's ship name be? Comment down below!

~ ~ ~ ~ Monrox (Katie)