Without you, I feel broke
Like I'm half of a whole
Without you, I've got no hand to hold
Without you, I feel torn

Sad Song, We The Kings
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Scott stares out of the library window, watching the rain come down in sheets. Finally he is alone with his thoughts. He understands that his friends don't want him to be alone because they are afraid he will commit suicide, but to be honest, Scott doesn't think he wants to. Instead, he has realized that he wants to live for the people he has killed, especially that little girl on the ninth floor.

Scott pulls earbuds out from his pocket and plugs them into his phone. Just because he is a killer doesn't mean he doesn't listen to good music. He turns to volume up all the way, grabs a book, and sits in the windowsill. No longer can he hear the rain pang against the window, or the booming of thunder.
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"Come on we have to go find him!" Cora exclaims as she stands up from the bed. Allison grabs her arm tightly.

"No, Isaac is ready to talk to you now, this may never happen again, talk to Isaac then help us," Allison demands. Lydia stands from the bed and grabs Allison's hand.

"Come on, we've got seven floors to search, including the basement," Lydia reminds Allison. Cora rushes out of the room to the roof and Lydia sprints down to the third floor to find Stiles. She realizes halfway down the first set of stairs that she still doesn't have pants on. Right now Scott is more important than her dignity. Allison follows closely behind her, to check Scott, Isaac, and Stiles' room for Scott. They clamber down the many stairs with heavy steps.

Lydia nearly slams into the door of the empty room Stiles chose for them to have sex in. She pushes the door open and finds Stiles still sleeping naked on the bed. Lydia finds Stiles' pants and chucks them at his face. He jumps awake with wide eyes, prepared to fight if he needs to. When he sees its Lydia he smiles. "Save it Stiles," Lydia yells before he can say something cocky, "Scott is alone and we can't find him." Stiles' worst fear has come true. The few minutes of sleep he had after Lydia left were the first minutes of sleep he has gotten in days. Whatever color he has left in his face drains, making the dark circles under his eyes stand out even more. He jumps out of bed and pulls on his jeans. With both of them half dressed, they sprint out of the room and find Allison shaking as she rush towards them.

"He's not in your room," she says looking at Stiles.

"I will check the basement, Lydia check the fourth floor, Allison check the fifth floor," Stiles tells them.

"Why not check the second or first floor?" Lydia asks.

"Both are to public, would you try and kill yourself surrounded by people in a lounge or library," Stiles claims, referring to the new assassins being trained and other trained assassins who need a place to stay in between jobs. Lydia and Allison nod their heads and run off up the stairs where as Stiles practically throws himself down to the basement. He sprints around every corner of the training room, shouting Scott's name. His intense speed aids him in his mission to move as fast as possible through the institute to find his best friend. Stiles is looking around so frantically that he doesn't realize Derek is standing right in front of him. Stiles' former instructor slams his fist straight into Stiles nose. The Stilinski boy is knocked off of his feet. He lands in a ball on the ground. "What the fuck Derek? I have important things going on right now!" Stiles yells. Derek nods his head.

"Ya I know, Scott right? Oh what a shame you can't find him," Derek states coldly. Stiles begins to stand up.

"Go fuck yourself Derek," Stiles yells. Derek slams his knee into Stiles torso, causing him to fall back to the ground. Coughing and fighting for air.

"Now Stiles, if let's say Lydia was being held captive and you had to save her before she was killed, but you got caught up with trying to fight me, do you think you could beat me to get to her?" Derek asks and Stiles struggles to regain his posture. "I don't think you could," Derek taunts. Stiles rolls his eyes. All in one move, Stiles is off the floor and attacking Derek. Stiles' fist slams into Derek's jaw, but Derek quickly retaliates with a kick to Stiles' side and within his moment of weakness Derek punches Stiles chin. He is thrown back down to the floor and Derek just stands over him, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Derek please, Scott is in danger," Stiles pleads. Derek shakes his head.

"Don't you get it yet? I want you to beat me," Derek tells Stiles. With his mind and body now under his complete control, Stiles takes a deep breath, wipes the blood from his nose, and stands strongly on his feet. With every muscle in his body tensed Stiles runs two steps forward and then jumps off the ground. His weight lands on top of Derek. With Stiles' knee pressed into his throat, Derek is slammed into the ground.

"I guess I beat you," Stiles says, his voice deeper than usual. Derek smiles.

"Not only that, you finally proved the point you kids have been trying to make, love does make you stronger, " Derek states. Stiles jumps off go Derek.

"You believed us didn't you? You just wanted us to show you that we truly believed it," Stiles puts together the pieces. Derek nods slowly.

"Of course I believed you guys, that's how I lost- that's how I lost someone very close to me," Derek says, fidgeting with the necklace he wears, "she had gone on a rampage because I had been captured by someone who didn't agree with our job. She made it all the way to me, she was so fueled by love that she killed every person and finally got to me. But even though love makes you stronger, it also make you willing," Derek states, "she didn't kill this one man who had a gun to my head. If she tried to save me, he would shoot her, but let me go. I told her to stay away so she could go home safely. Of course she loved me so much she was willing to die for me, and that is just what she did." Stiles stands there shocked at Derek's sudden burst of openness. Derek doesn't tell them what he ate for breakfast, never mind the story of his dead lover.

"Derek no mater how much I wanna talk to you about this and thank you for my mini lesson, Scott could be about to hurl himself off of a roof," Stiles reminds him before beginning to sprint away. Derek sighs loudly.

"The library, " Derek shouts at Stiles back. Stiles freezes and looks back at Derek. "He is in the library and he is fine. I talked to him, he doesn't want to die or anything." Stiles is left with his mouth gaping open. Derek rolls his eyes and then pushes Stiles along. "Go talk to him you numb skull."
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Cora crawls through the loft window and climbs onto the roof. Isaac is laying there on his back if it's the most natural thing in the world. Rain is pouring down on him, but Isaac doesn't even flinch. Cora moves carefully towards Isaac. He hears her and open his eyes, propping himself up on his elbows. "Why here?" Cora asks.

"It's calming, the rain and the view I mean," Isaac explains. Cora looks out into the dark night and sees nothing but tree tops for miles. The institute is hidden from the city that is miles away. Vines come up the walls of the tall building, that's how they climb onto the roof. Around the building are small stone paths leading to small sitting areas to read at with fountains, a stone track, and gardens. Gardens stretch across the grass behind the building. It eliminates the need to go shopping to often. Of course they still need other produce and the older assassins need alcohol, but it served the purpose of fruits and vegetables. Cora nods her head in understanding. "Lay down next to me Cora, and close your eyes, I can't tell you what happened if I know you are looking at me like I'm broken, because I'm not and I don't want you treating me that way," Isaac demands. Cora nods yet again and then lays calmly next to Isaac. Water drenches her clothes and dampens her hair.

"I'm ready," Cora states, her eyes shut tight. Isaac lets out a deep breath, then sucks in a gulp of air.

"My moms name was Julia and my father's name was Arthur. They loved me, we were happy," Isaac manages to say, "I had a brother named Camden, God he was great, he died in combat. I was devastated and didn't want to live anymore at one point. Then I realized I should live, I should live for Camden. My father practically went insane. My mother went numb. I had no connection to them anymore. My father despised me and my mother watched my father verbally and physically abuse me," Isaac pauses as if to let what he just said sink into Cora's brain. And it does. Cora finds herself speechless and shaking, and not because of the cold rain. "My father would lock me in this ice box downstairs for hours, my mother would do nothing about it except listen to me scream. One night at dinner my father got angry about my grades and started throwing everything within grabbing distance. I was cut up pretty bad. Eventually, he flipped to table and one of the steak knives on it flew and impaled my mother in the chest. When I went to go and help her my dad beat me back to the ground and then threw my in the fridge in the basement. By the time he let me out my mother had bled out. 'It was your fault!' My dad told me.

A few months earlier I had heard a conversation at a gas station about a man named Derek Hale who had just received a new institute to train kids to fight," Isaac explains. Cora recalls the day she found out Derek would be running the new institute. Basically, it was the first good news she had heard since her parents died when she was eight. Isaac, Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia were his first students. Cora had trained with them even though she already knew most of the material since Derek and her parents had taught her at a young age. "So that night I set out to find the institute so I could learn to fight and come back to kill my father for all he had done. Then you know what happens, I train with you guys," Isaac reminds Cora. "But what you don't know is that I tried to leave one night when I thought I was ready to kill my father. Derek stopped me. I explained to him what happened to me as a child and all your brother said was, 'let the prick wallow in his miserable life alone without the best son in the world.' So I stayed and here we are," Isaac explains. Let the prick wallow in his miserable life alone without the best son in the world. Her brother said that to Isaac, and she could not be more grateful. Cora smiles and opens her eyes. She looks at Isaac and rolls over so she is half laying on him. Bringing her head down gently, she kisses him softly through her slight smile.

"I love you," Cora tell Isaac. Isaac smiles.

"I love your family, neither you or your brother pitied me. That's all I want as a reaction," Isaac claims. Cora smirks and plants a quick kids on his lips again. Her phone beeps, it's a text from Stiles. We found Scott, he is fine, stay with Isaac, Allison says he is finally opening up to you. Tell me what he says later. Cora smiles. "What?" Questions Isaac. Cora simply shakes her head and shoves her phone back in her pocket.

"Your going to tell the rest of them right?" Isaac nods. "Then we don't have a problem at all."
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Stiles walks quickly into the library. At first all he sees are a few kids here and there, relaxing amongst the books. Then all the way in the back corner resides Scott, earbuds blasting music, and a book open in his hands. Stiles jogs over to Scott and throws his arms around the boy. Scott looks at his best friend surprised. "Hey Stiles," he says awkwardly. Stiles pulls away from the one sided hug.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, we were worried half to death!" Stiles yells, interrupting the peaceful silence in the library. A teenager no older than fifteen shushes him from across the room. Stiles rolls his eyes. "Fuck off, I was here before you knew long division dip head," Stiles yells back. The other young boy goes pale and looks away from the raging Stiles. Scott looks back at Stiles.

"We?" The doors to the library open again. Allison and Lydia come sprinting in.

"Stiles we got your text!" Lydia yells across the library. The same boy that hushed Stiles shushes Lydia.

"Fuck off and find someone to change your fucking diaper you miserable prick," Lydia yells back at the boy. The boy rolls his eyes. When Allison makes it to Scott she practically jumps on top of him and plants a long kiss on his lips. Scott, surprised, pulls Allison into him even more.

"I thought you were dead!" Allison practically screams. The same boy that hushes Stiles and Lydia turns to Allison from across the room.

"Quiet please!" He hisses. Allison whips her gaze to the boy.

"Oh fuck you and the horse you rode in on!" Allison tells back. Scott rolls his eyes.

"Did any one of you talk to Derek?" Scott asks. Stiles nods with his hands on his hips. "Than you understand that I don't want to die, I promise." The three of them nod.

"Okay," Lydia says out of breath. Scott smiles and looks at Stiles who still looks doubtful.

"I promise, I have to much to live for, like you guys," Scott states. Stiles rolls his eyes and makes a gagging noise.

"I fucking hate cliches."