I was with Allison as we were talking to Scott and Stiles over the phone.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him." Allison says.

"Or he doesn't  remember." Scott says.

"What if its the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asks.

I nod. "A fugue state."

"He's had to forget everything. The murder-" Scott says.

"Getting rid of the blood." Allison says.

"Yeah, he had help with one thing, though." Stiles says to us. "The video."

"Maybe someone else helped him forget that." I say to them.

"Whoever's controlling him." Scott says. I nod.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asks us.

I sigh. "He thinks he's still becoming a Werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." I tell them.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison asks.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott replies.

"Yeah, its us. He'll talk to us. Right?" Stiles asks, mainly asking Scott.

Allison and I share a look.

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The next morning I was in the library with Allison, Stiles and Scott.

Allison hands Scott a tablet through the bookcase. "It's everything Lydia can translate." Allison says. "And trust me, she was very confused."

"What'd you tell her?" Stiles asks.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." I answer.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles says.

I smile. "I know, that's where I got the lie from."

"Does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asks us.

I sigh as Allison answers. "Not really." She tells them. "But Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" Stiles cheers.

"I'm not a murderer!" I exclaim. "Why was he after me?"

No one answers as Allison says. "It's called the Kanima, a weapon of vengeance."

"There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in the village-" I say to them, to get cut off by Stiles.

"All right, see?" Stiles asks us. "So maybe not all that bad."

I continue saying what I was before he cut me off. "Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." I finish as Allison grabs a book from the shelf, pretending to read.

"All bad, all very, very bad." Stiles says and I nod.

"Here's the thing, though." Allison says. "The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it cant be-"

I nod to the teacher who was behind Allison, causing her to stop talking.

Scott reads from the tablet. "'Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it'."

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Stiles tells us.

"What if... it has something to do with his parents? His real parents?" Allison asks us.

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asks.

"Lydia might." I say to them.

"What if she doesn't know anything?" Scott asks.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me," Allison says, putting the book back. "So, I'll talk to him myself."

"I'll go with you." I say to her.

She looks at me. "It's okay, I can do it." She says. I nod.

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott asks.

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" Allison asks him. She places her hand on his. "Promise me."

"If he does something, you run the other way." Scott says.

"I can take care of myself." Allison says to him.

"Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything -" Scott says to her, getting cut off by Allison. 

"Like?" Allison asks. 

"Anything - Weird or bizarre - anything." Scott says. 

"Anything evil!" Stiles says. "Ah -" Allison pushes Stiles' head back away from the shelf. "Ow!" I laugh.

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Allison and I walked down the hall, holding our heels in our hands because they were hurting our feet, but also so Jackson couldn't hear us coming.

Matt walks out from a classroom, walking right in front of us, making the three of us jump. "Oh, you just scared the hell out of me." Matt says. 

"Sorry, I wa - I was just, um, I was - nothing." Allison says to him. 

"Ah, that's a - nice heels." He says to us, but still just looking at Allison. 

"Oh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting, so I..." Allison says. 

"Same reason I never wear mine." Matt says to us. I give him a weird look. 

"What?" Allison and I both as him. 

"Uh, forget it." Matt says.

"I'm gonna go." I say and try to walk away but Allison grabs my arm, keeping me there next to her. 

"Hey, did you hear about the underground show?" He asks us. "Apparently, they've got some big name spinning." He tells the two of us.

"Oh, you mean like a rave?" Allison asks. 

"Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party. But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?" He asks her. 

"Yeah. Yeah, great." Allison tells him. I give her a look. 

"Yeah? All right, cool. Um, it's Friday, so - Looking forward to it." He says to her. 

"Yeah." She says to him before he walks away.

I slap her arm. "What the hell Allie?"

"Oh, what did I just do?" She asks me.

"Sounds like you just said yes to a date with Mr. Creepy. While you have a boyfriend." I say to her, sighing before continuing to walk down the hall.

We walked up to the boys locker room. "You go find Stiles. I can talk to Jackson." Allison tells me.

I sigh. "Okay. Scream if you need anything."

She gives me a confused look. "Why- how would you know?" She asks me.

My eyes widen. "I just mean Scott, like Scott would hear you. Yeah, uh- Scott would hear you." I say to her. "I have to go find Stiles." I say before walking away, quickly.

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I walk down the hall seeing Erica and Stiles talking, Erica had Stiles pushed up against the wall, her claws out. I got to walk forward but watch as she looks up, noticing a camera and moves away from him. I smirk lightly.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here." I hear Erica say as I walk closer. "In Beacon Hills Cemetery."

"And what happened to them?" I ask her, walking to them, standing next to Stiles.

She smirks at us before walking away.

I look at Stiles. "You okay?" I ask him, smiling lightly.

"Yeah." He says to me, smiling. "Are you? Did you guys find Jackson?"

"Allie did, I think." I say. "We should probably go ask Erica some more questions." I tell him.

He nods before grabbing my hand, pulling me down the hall the way Erica went.

We finally caught up with her. "Do you know how they died?" I ask her.

"Maybe." She answers. I roll my eyes. "If you tell me why you're both interested." I don't answer and Stiles just looks away from her. "Its him, isn't it?"

"What? Him who?" I ask.

"The test didn't work, but its still him. It's Jackson." Erica says. I sigh.

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Erica was walking away from us, walking down the hall near the locker rooms.

"You cant tell Derek, okay?" I say to her. "There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me." Erica says to us. I frown at her. "You know, I used to want to be friends with you when you first moved here, Melanie." I feel something wet hitting my feet. I look down. Erica continues talking but I don't notice because of all the water.

"What the hell?" I ask, getting Stiles and Erica's attention.

Suddenly, Scott was thrown out of the locker room, Jackson leaning over him, holding him by the throat. Erica and I rush over to get Jackson off of Scott. Allison rushes out of the locker room, helping Stiles get Scott.

Erica and I moved Jackson back a bit as Matt and Mr. Harris walk closer.

"What the hell is going on?" Mr. Harris asks. "Hey! Enough! Enough!" Harris yells at us all.

"What do you idiots think you're doing?" Our teacher asks us. "Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you want to explain yourself? Stilinski?"

"Hey you dropped this." Matt says to Allison, handing her back the tablet. Harris grabs it before she could.

Harris points at Scott and Jackson. "You and you..." He looks at all of us. "Actually all of you. Detention. Three O'clock." He says before walking away.

I roll my eyes.

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We all walked into the library later that afternoon. I sat with stiles, Scott, and Erica as Allison sat with Matt and Jackson. "Oh, we cant be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools."

"All of these tools?" Harris asks him.

"No, just us tools." Stiles says and gestures to him, Scott and I. I give him a confused look.

"Fine, you three, over there." Harris says, pointing to a table further from Jackson's table.

We move tables, leaving Erica at the other one by herself.

"Why'd you say he had a restraining against me?" I ask Stiles.

"I didn't want you sitting with Erica." He says to me.

I smile. "I can take care of myself." I tell him.

"I know." He says.

"I'm gonna kill him." Scott says, glaring at Jackson.

"No you're not." I say to him.

"We're gonna find out who's controlling him and help save him." Stiles says to him.

"No, you were right, let's kill him." Scott says.

"Um- no." I say to him and lean my head on Stiles' shoulder.

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"What if it's Matt?" Stiles asks us. I look over to the table Jackson, Allison and Matt were sitting at.

I nod. "He is kinda creepy."

"I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?" Stiles says to us. 

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott tells us. 

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself." Stiles says. 

"I wouldn't doubt it." I say.

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep? Then tries to kill Danny and Melanie?" Scott asks.

"Yes!" Stiles says. 

"Why?" Scott asks him.

"Because - he's evil." Stiles says.

"You just don't like him." Scott tells him. 

"The guy - Bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face." We look over at him quickly before looking away.

"Any other theories?" Scott asks.

I heard Jackson groaning. I look over to see him holding his head.

"You okay?" I hear Matt ask. 

Jackson stands, grabbing his bag, turning around. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Are you all right?" Mr. Harris asks Jackson as the boy heads towards the door. "Hey, you don't look so good."

"I just need to get some water." Jackson says and leave. 

"No one leaves their seats." Harris says, following Jackson. 

Scott, Stiles and I quickly move over to the table Erica was at. "Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died."

"Maybe." Erica says. I roll my eyes. 

"Talk." Scott says. 

"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18." Erica explains to us. 

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asks her.

"Yep." She answers. I scoff, of course Jackson would get even more money.

"There's something so deeply wrong with that." Stiles says. I nod, agreeing. 

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything there." Erica says. 

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Someone says over the PA.

Scott looks at us, confused before leaving.

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Jackson and Mr. Harris walked back into the room as Stiles stood behind Erica and I.

"Whoa, look the dates." I say, pointing to the screen. 

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995." Erica reads off the screen. 

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." I say to them. Stiles looks at me confused.

"Lydia told me once." I tell him.

Mr. Harris started to pack up, causing everyone to do the same, standing.

Harris laughs lightly, looking at all of us. "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are." He tells us. I roll my eyes. "You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." He says and walks out of the library.

I look up at Stiles, "I really hate him."

"We all do." Stiles says to us.

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Allison, Scott, Stiles and I were in an aisle, shelving books.

"It means he was born after his mom died, by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body." Stiles says to us.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asks.

"The word all over the report is "inconclusive." Stiles says. 

"Then his parents could have been murdered?"

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers." Stiles says. 

"But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" I ask them. 

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott says. I nod, agreeing. 

"He's not gonna l -" Allison doesn't finish as Scott walks out of the aisle and over to where Jackson and Matt were.

All the sudden, Jackson was jumping across the bookshelves, shattering lights and making electrical and glass to fall to the ground.

"Erica!" Scott yells out.

Jackson jumped on the shelves next to Stiles, Allison and I. We fall to the floor, covering our heads.

We slowly got up as Jackson jumped into the aisle where Erica was. "Erica." I whisper, rushing over to the aisle as she yells out.

I rush over to her, as she was on the ground, a slit on her neck. Her eyes were glowing gold before fading.

"It's gonna be okay." I say to her, looking around as I watch Jackson writing on the board.

Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you.

"You're eyes." Erica whispers to me. "Your eyes." She says again before she starts breathing heavily and shaking.

"Guys!" I yell. "I think she's having a seizure."

"He's alive." I hear Allison say as Stiles and Scott quickly rush into the aisle with Erica and I. Erica was still shaking.

"Hey we need to get her to a hospital." Stiles says to us.

"Derek." Erica says. "To Derek." I nod at her.

"Okay, we'll get you to Derek." I say to her, grabbing her hand.

Scott stood up, rushing to the aisle with Allison and Matt. I ignore their conversation until Scott comes back.

"Are you coming?" Erica asks me as Scott picks her up. I look over at Allison. She nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm right behind you guys." I tell her. She weakly smiles at me. I nod, smiling at her.

I quickly move over to Allison. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Go." She tells me.

"What about Victoria and Gerard?" I ask.

"I'll make something up." She says to me. "Go Mel." I nod and quickly leave.

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We were at Derek's hideout, rushing in with Erica.

"Derek!" I yell out.

He rushes out from one of the carts, over to Erica who we now had on the ground.

Derek was on Erica's right while I was on her left.

"Hold her up." He tells me. I move behind Erica, holding her up.

"Is she dying?" I ask him, nervous for her.

"She might." Derek says. "Which is why this is going to hurt." I give him a confused look.

Derek grabbed one of Erica's arms in his hands, turning it in opposite directions, breaking it. Erica screamed in pain. I flinch at the sound of her screams.

I grab onto her arm, looking at her. Pain spread flew my arm. I let out a quiet whimper, only Derek hearing.

He grabs my hand off of Erica's arm, looking at me confused. "Don't touch her arm." He says to me. I nod at him, confused as the pain slowly went away.

"You broke Erica's arm." Stiles says.

"It'll trigger the healing process. I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt." Derek says and squeezes tightly on Erica's arm with his claws, making her bleed.

Erica screams even more. After a few moments, Erica's screaming and crying came to a stop. She leans her head against me, still very weak. "You make a really good friend Mel." I smile at her.

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I'm almost done with season 2!!! I have literally so many ideas for season 3, especially season 3b. I'm so excited! Anyways guys please comment. I love it when you guys do and it motivates me to write more. Anyways, thanks for reading. Bye.

-Kelly.