chapter nineteen: chaos
1.12, code breaker

Peter had stood up, towering over the twins as Stiles was trying to make sure the red head was still breathing, and Spencer just being shorter than the man. "No. I'm not just letting you leave her here." Stiles denies, looking up at the man.

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You and your sister are coming with me." Peter says, looking at Spencer, not paying attention to the girl he just bit while wiping his face.

"Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore." Stiles tells him, tears in his eyes, he was really willing to die for this girl, and it hurt Spencer to hear those words come out of his mouth.

Peter walks over to Stiles, making him stand up with only two fingers. Stiles breathing heavily as he's forced to stand, Peter sighs, "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get." Peter tells him, looking him dead in the eyes.

Stiles, still breathing heavy, takes out his phone, and begins searching for Jackson's contact, "And you," Peter says, looking over at Spencer, "text your friend so she won't worry why you disappeared."

Spencer takes out her phone, both the Stilinski's still standing on the field while Peter walks back to the parking lot, sending a quick "hey, if you can't find me it's bc I went home. I'm fine! Just wanted to go home" before she's following after Peter, Stiles soon following.

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Spencer sat in the back of Stiles Jeep, glad that she rode with Winter and Veronica so her car wouldn't still be sitting in the parking lot. Stiles says, feeling like the biggest asshole ever for not following Lydia.

"Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a Werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." Peter tells him, looking over at the boy, Stiles scoffs, "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman... Twice a month." Peter tells him, smirking to himself, "Kinda like your sister." Spencer growls, he had said it only low enough for the two to hear.

Peter turns to Stiles, seeing the look on his face, knowing he probably wasn't comfortable talking about a period, though he had a twin sister.

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The three sat in an uncomfortable silence, Stiles being scared of the man beside him, Spencer wanting to kill him, and Peter enjoying the chaos. Stopping in a parking spot in a parking garage, Peter was the first to get out, grabbing Stiles by the back of his shirt, and Spencer by her arm.

He drags the two to a gray car, a couple of cars down, "Whose car is this?" Stiles asks, the being let go as they watched Peter fiddle with the keys, "It belonged to my nurse." He tells him, inserting the key

"What happened to your n—" Stiles asks, cutting himself off, gasping for air, "Oh, my God!" He exclaims, his hand on his heart trying to breath.

Spencer doesn't make as big of a scene, just looking away from the dead body — his nurses dead body. The woman was holding a bag in her arms, Peter just take sit out of her grip, her arms falling limply as he shoved the bag into Stiles chest, making him hold it.

Peter turns to Stiles, who's eyes were still on the nurse, turning back to the redhead, "I got better." He tells them dryly.

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Peter had pulled a laptop out from the bag, setting it on top of the trunk, where the nurse laid, "Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles tells him, but Peter pulls something else out, "Oh... MiFi..." Spencer says, seeing the little box being handed to Stiles.

"And you're a Mac guy! Does that go for all Werewolves, or just a personal preference?" Stiles asks, looking at the alpha, Peter gives him an unamused look, Turn it on. Get connected." Peter demands.

"You know, you're really killing the whole Werewolf-mystique thing here." Stiles tells him, Spencer moves over to the computer beside him, flipping the Mi-Fi over, showing the little white sticker.

Stiles sighs, "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them." Stiles tells him "You know both of them." Peter tells him pointedly.

"No, I don't." Stiles denies, "Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying." Peter tells him, looking the boy in the face.

"Dude, I swear to God—" Stiles starts, but Peter places his hand on Stiles shoulder, slamming him against the trunk, Spencer growls lowly at him, letting him know he's crossing a line.

Peter just smirks, "I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you." Peter threatens, Spencer has to resist from growling again so her eyes don't accidentally show their red color.

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Stiles is typing on the computer, "What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles asks, "Don't think, Stiles— type." Peter tells him,

"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Spencer speaks up, knowing he couldn't tell her to type, "Only the responsible ones."  Peter answers, "Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it." Stiles tells him, looking over at the man.

Peter sighs, becoming impatient, "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them." Peter explains to Stiles.

"He's not gonna help you." Spencer tells him, hoping and praying that she'd be right about the guy she used to be in love with.

"Oh, he will... because it'll save Allison. And you two will, because it will save Scott-- your best friend, whom you know so well, you even have his username and password." Peter tells the two of them.

Stiles sighs, moving the laptop closer to him, he begins typing. "His username is "Allison"?" Peter asks, incredulous by the news, Stiles does some more typing, "His password is also "Allison"?" Peter asks, appalled by his beta.

Peter turns to the two, "You still want him in your pack?" Spencer asks dryly, both her and Stiles looking over at Peter, the latter looks away, a very unamused look on his face.

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"Wait, what the... That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?" Stiles asks, taking his fingers off the computer to not mess anything up, Peter was silent for a second.

"Not at it-- under it." Peter tells him, putting away his electronics, "I know exactly where that is..." Peter tells the two.

Both Peter and Spencer's heads turn, hearing a howl. "...And I'm not the only one." Peter tells Stiles, still looking in the distance.

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Peter opens a door, setting the backpack in the back seat, slamming the door he turns back to the twins, Spencer and Peter hearing a howl again. "Give me your keys." Peter demands, his head snapping back to the two after the howl.

Stiles sighs, pushing his hand into his pocket and searching for his keys. "Careful. She grinds in second." Stiles comments, handing the keys over. Peter just squeezes his keys in his hand, holding them up by the little blue flashlight Stiles has, showing the two the bent keys.

Stiles slowly takes his keys back, looking at them with an incredulous look on his face. Peter had began walking to the drivers seat, "So, you're not gonna kill us?" Stiles asks, Peter turns back to the twins and starts stalking towards them.

"Oh, God..." Stiles says, flinching back while Spencer looks at her brother appalled by his question. "Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here." Peter tells him.

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?" Spencer asks, stepping in front of her brother in a protective stance.

"I like you two. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" Peter asks, looking at Stiles, "What?" Stiles asks, taken back by this question.

"Do you want the bite? If it doesn't kill you-- and it could-- you'll become like us. Like your sister." Peter smirks, gesturing to the girl that stood in front of Stiles.

"Like you?" Stiles asks, not yet letting the Spencer part into his brain, "Yes, a Werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture?" Peter asks impatiently.

"That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl... You'd be equals. Maybe more." Peter explains,

Peter brings Stiles arms up closer to his mouth, "Yes, or no?" Peter asks again, without an answer, Peters teeth grown and he goes to bite Stiles, but the latter rips his arm away at the last minute.

"I don't wanna be like you." Stiles denies, "Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself." Peter tells him, "Goodbye, Stiles..." Peter tells him, opening the car door and getting in.

Peter backs out and drives away, leaving the twins stranded. "Wait! Spence, are you a werewolf?" Stiles asks, looking at his sister, who had began the journey walking.

"Yep." Spencer answers, tears swelling in her eyes, "What, why didn't you tell me?" Stiles asks, running over to his sister. "B-Because, if I did, it would've become real." Spencer tells him, shaking her head as tears slip down her cheeks, "I didn't want it to be real."

Stiles doesn't say anything, bringing his sister in for a hug, and squeezing her tightly. "It's ok. I promise. Everything's going to be fine." Stiles assures, backing away from his sister so he could see Spencer face, "so just need you to promise — pinky promise that you'll tell me from now on." Stiles says, holding out his pinky.

Spencer hesitantly moves her hand up, wrapping her pinky around his, smiling up at him, "We're in this together now." Stiles says, looking down at his sister.

""We should probably go and make sure Lydia's alright, huh?" Spencer asks, making Stiles chuckle. Stiles nods, "Yeah. Come on. We got a long walk.. or run." Stiles challenges.

Spencer raises her eyebrow, "You know I'm a werewolf, right?" Spencer asks him, Stiles just smirks, "I bet I could still kick your ass." Spencer rolls her eyes. "Let's go then." She tells him, at her words, Stiles takes off running, Spencer soon after him.

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Spencer was the last one to come out of the elevator, right behind Stiles as he makes a lot of clattering as he exits. Stiles speeds walk over to their father, Noah stops him, placing his hands on his shoulders and making him stay put.

"You know what? It's good that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you." Noah threatens, Spencer looks around, knowing she wasn't in trouble seeing as she didn't have a date, nor was she responsible for Stiles.

Spotting Jackson, who was sitting beside Veronica, who looked shocked, why? Spencer didn't know, but she was about to find out. "Werewolves are real?" Veronica asks Spencer as soon as she walks up to her.

Spencer's eyes widen, "W-What?" She asks, not expecting the question, "It's cool. I already told her." Jackson states, a smug smile on his face, "YOU DID WHAT?" Spencer yells at him, gaining the attention of half the hospital.

"So it is true!" Veronica says, looking at her best friend, Veronica gets up, storming off, "Ronnie!" Spencer calls after Veronica, knowing not to chase her because Veronica like her space. Especially when she got upset.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Spencer asks harshly, "Veronica deserved to know the truth. Especially with who she surrounds herself with." Jackson answers back in the same harsh manner, looking Spencer up and down.

Spencer resists strangling Jackson, sitting down in Veronica's chair, taking a breath, "Is Lydia going to be okay?" She asks, looking over at Jackson, knowing she had some blood that blended in with the red of her dress.

"They don't know... Partially because they don't know what happened. 2 lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her." Jackson answers.

Spencer sits there quietly, knowing she's probably turning, "Is she.." Jackson trails off, "Yeah." Spencer nods, "I think so." She tells him.

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"Hey, where are you going?" Jackson asks, following after Spencer and Stiles as they walk down one of the hospital halls. "To find Scott." Spencer answers.

"You don't have a car." Jackson states, Spencer rolls her eyes, "We're aware of that, thank you." Stiles tells him irritably.

"Here, I'll drive. Come on—" Jackson says, putting his arm on Stiles, Spencer who had already been annoyed by Peter, turns to him, Stiles stopping with her, "Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault." Spencer tells him pointedly.

Jackson sighs, knowing she was right, "Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help, or not?" Jackson asks, looking between his ex-best friend and her brother. "All right. Did you bring the Porsche?" Stiles asks, "Yeah..." Jackson trails off. "Good. I'll drive." Spencer says, snatching the keys out of Jackson's hand.

"Boys... Spencer... I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is." Chris argent asks, walking up to the two as they tried to leave.

"Scott McCall? Umm, I haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, Spence, you?" Stiles asks, Chris turns to the two, "Nope. Me neither." Spencer denies

"Uh.." Jackson trails off, scared shitless, "I.." Jackson says, shaking his head, "Oh, for the love of God." Stiles mutters.

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The two men that were behind Chris threw in both Stiles and Jackson, who land on a operating table, while Chris lightly pushes Spencer in the room, knowing he wouldn't want his daughter disrespected like that.

Chris leans up, looking the door, while Spencer makes her way over to Jackson and Stiles side. "Let's try this again-- where is Scott McCall?" Chris asks the three.

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Chris grabs Stiles by his shirt and pins him up against the cabinets, "Let me ask you a question, Stiles... Have you ever seen a rabid dog?" Chris asks, Stiles shirt fisted into his hands.

"No." Stiles shakes his head, "I could put it on my to-do list, if you just let me go." Stiles sarcastically comments, looking down at Chris's hands.

"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?" Chris asks him.

"Not really... No offense to your storytelling skills..." Stiles trails off, "He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. 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?" Chris questions, still holding Stiles up against the cabinets.

Stiles shakes his head once again, "No. And it sounds like you need to be a little more select—" Stiles gets cut off by Chris yelling in his face, "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." Stiles answers him, "Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?" Spencer asks, the men going to move closer to her but Chris shakes his head, stopping their movements.

"I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Spencer, but we never did that." Chris tells her with a cold smile on his face, "Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a Code. I guess no one ever breaks it..." Stiles says sarcastically. "Never." Chris denies.

"What if someone does?" Stiles asks, Chris take sin a breath, turning back to Stiles, "Someone like who?" Chris asks, looking between both Spencer and Stiles. "Your sister." Spencer answers.

Chris's head snaps to Spencer, giving her a cold look. But deep down, he knows her and her brother are right. That Kate had broken a code, and more than once.

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Spencer sat behind the wheel in Jackson's Porsche, "Hey, hey, hey! This isn't exactly an all-terrain vehicle." Jackson complains, looking over at the girl from the passenger seat.

"Yeah? Did you pay for it?" Spencer asks, her eyes not straying from the dirt road. Jackson sighs, "No." he mutters.

"Then shut up." She tells him, making a sharp turn, jerking Jackson around. Stiles had got the smart idea to buckle up, because she drives like she's in the fast and the furious when she's pissed off.

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Spencer honks the horn, getting the alphas attention off of Scott and onto the three of them as they get out of Jackson's Porsche. Stiles throws one of the fire bombs that they had made before leaving the hospital, but Peter catches it. "Oh, damn!" Stiles mutters.

"Allison!" Scott yells, throwing her bow to her, Allison takes it, gets an arrow ready and releases, the beaker breaking and fire spreading throughout Peters skin. Growling in pain he begins to thrash around.

Spencer takes this as her chance to throw the one she held, since Peter was distracted, throwing it, it collided with his body, creating a fire on the rest of his body, the alpha roaring in pain.

"No!" Scott tells, noticing the alpha trying to go for Allison, getting up he runs over and punches him. Peter goes stumbling back, the flames on his body slowly coining out. Peter had dropped down, coming back to his human self.

Spencer scrunches her nose, smelling Peters burning skin. Peter falls back, not officially dead, but close to it.

Spencer turns to Scott, hearing him talk. "...Why did you do that?" He asks Allison, who was close to him, like they had just kissed. "Because I love you." Allison answers.

Spencer turns away, feeling a twinge of jealous, and when she does she sees Derek walking over to Peter as he gasps for air. Coming to a stop right over his uncles body, Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family-- what am I supposed to do?" Scott asks as Derek leans down to kill Peter.

"You've... already... decided... I can smell it on you...!" Peter says weakly, his eyes turning red. Derek brings up his hand, his class out, "Wait! No, no! Don't!" Scott yells, but Derek brings his hand down across Peters throat. Killing him.

Spencer grimaces at the gurgling sound from Peters neck. She felt like she was going to puke. Spencer turns back, watching as Derek stands up, her eyes staying on Derek so she doesn't actually puke.

Derek turns to Scott, "I'm the Alpha now." Derek sates, his voice distorted.

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Spencer had gone home instead of to the hospital with Scott and Stiles to check and see if Lydia was healing, or if she had already healed.

But Spencer had other things on her mind, like Veronica. She had texted her a almost a million times, but still no response.

Unbeknownst to her, Jackson and Veronica were entering the Hale house after all the cops had left. "Derek." Jackson calls, "Derek!" Veronica calls louder,

The two continue to look around, until they both spot Derek standing on top of the stairs. "I helped you. I helped save you, okay? You got what you wanted. You got what you wanted. Now, it's my turn to get what I want." Jackson tells him.

"What's she doing here?" Derek gestures to Veronica, "A little fun? And to join your new pack." She answers him,

Derek doesn't say anything else, he jumps from the top of the stairs, landing on the floor in front of Jackson and Veronica. As he leans back up, making eye contact with the two, a smile spreading across his face as his eyes turn red.

Jackson and Veronica now look scared, especially when Derek growls, showing off his teeth, going in for the bite.

SAMANTHAS CORNER

Wow! The betrayal. How could she?

Anyways, I hope you guys all enjoyed the chapter! But that is the end of season 1, and I don't know when I'll be posting or start writing season 2, but hopefully it'll be soon!

Bye my lovelies, I hope that you all had an awesome day!