Fifteen:
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"I should've gotten a haircut." Sheriff Stilinski told himself in the mirror while Magenta raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut." Stiles informed his father.

"Yeah, just ask my uncles on my dad's side. But you look amazing Sheriff." Magenta commented. She still couldn't believe that her dad had cursing her out in Spanish before he came into acceptance when he threw holy water on her. Just to say, her dad and his side of the family are very religious.

"I think you look great." Scott replied.

"Well, thank you, son-I-should-have-had and Magenta." Sheriff told the two teens. The two glanced at Stiles with a smile before turning back to the Sheriff. "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."

"What, Dad, Dad, it's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man." Stiles replied.

"It's a woman, Stiles." Sheriff Stilinski told his son.

"Okay." Stiles answered.

"A very beautiful woman." Mr. Stilinski added.

"What beautiful woman, by the way?" Stiles asked. The Sheriff and Magenta shared a knowing look. The two had to plan the Sheriff's date behind Stiles back.

"None of your business. Either one of you." The Sheriff answered, looking at both at Scott and Stiles.

"What about Magenta?" Stiles asked.

"She knows." Mr. Stilinski answered.

"And she's not telling." Magenta commented. The two boys looked at each other.

"I want to know." Stiles stated.

"Stilinski!" a young male voice yelled. The four turned towards the way the yelling. "Stilinski!"

The four left the room to see a young man yelling.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Dovovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out." Sheriff Stilinski commanded the Deputies.

"I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why." Scott and Magenta listened to Dovovan's heart beat to know he wasn't kidding.

"Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome. That was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know. Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there, forever." Stiles commented.

"I would stop." Magenta told her boyfriend when she watched the boy, Dovovan throw himself at them.

"Get him out of here!" Sheriff Stilinski yelled. They watched as they took Dovovan outside.

"What's the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott asked the important question.

"It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy." Stiles answered.

"Him?" Magenta asked suprised.

"That guy wanted to be a cop?" Scott asked suprised.

"At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience." Stiles answered.

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Magenta drove all the way to the crime scene before turning off her car. She stared at the scene in front of her before she got out of the car and ran in. She was able to caught up to Scott and Stiles who were on their way to the sheriff.

"Boys, Magenta. Scott, Magenta, you saw this kid, Donovan. He . . . He wasn't like you, right?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"I don't think so." Scott answered. The Sheriff stared Magenta, expecting an answer. She only stared down at her arms, feeling her marking them burn under her skin.

"I can't honestly say." Magenta admited. Something was wrong with the supernatural balance, it was doing something to her.

"Unless he knows how to hide his scent." Stiles suggested.

"Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to hide from me. Unless he didn't know he was a part of the supernatural." Magenta added.

"Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers. We've got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"I can try." Scott answered. The two then looked at Magenta.

"I can stay here and try to figure out if he is part of the supernatural." Magenta offered.

"All right. Keep it on channel two." Stilinski told Scott before he took off running.

"Dad, what if it wasn't Donovan?" Stiles asked. He glanced down at his girlfriend, noticing that she had a troubled look.

"I'm guessing you've already got a theory."

"Yeah, I think I do." Stiles answered.

"There was someone else." Magenta realized.

"How do you know?" Mr. Stilinski asked. Magenta didn't know how to explain it, but she was able to tell how long ago scents were.

"I just know." Magenta answered.

"Scott, is that you?" Parrish asked in walkie talkie.

"Yeah, I found Donovan. He's completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name." Scott answered.

"What name?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

"Theo." Stiles whispered beside Magenta.

"Tracy. He keeps saying Tracy." Scott answered. Magenta turned her head to face Stiles. She tilted her head, hoping to get an explanation.

"Tracy who?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

"Stewart." Lydia answered. "Tracy Stewart."

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"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder. It was night terrors." Lydia explained to the pack. Magenta rubbed her eyes and forced herself to pay attention. The night before, she got home late and immediately started to study.

"Well, now she's the night terror, especially since no one can find her." Stiles added on, from besides Magenta.

"Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable except for you." Scott stated. Everyone turned to look at Mason.

"Oh. I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing. You're a Kitsune." Mason motioned at Kira. "I don't even know what that is."

"I'm still learning." Kira commented.

"Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle." Stiles told the boy on Magenta's right. Who was also on Augustus's and Malia's left.

"Uh, I'm in the inner circle?" Mason asked.

"No." Both Stiles and Liam answered.

"At least he's taking it better compared to when we told Liam." Magenta commented. A small yawn escaped her lips, but she still fought for her to stay awake.

"Guys, look, back to Tracy. She's just one lone wolf. We can find her." Scott interrupted.

"One lone serial-killing wolf." Malia corrected.

"Uh, she only killed one person, you know." Stiles pointed out. "The other two were mauled. What do we do when we catch her?"

"I say we put her down." Malia suggested. Everyone glanced at each other while Magenta looked at Augustus.

"I thought you said she was learning?" Magenta asked. The Asian looking boy looked at his cousin.

"She is and I'm backing her up. Let's do this Brandon James style." Augustus suggested. There were more glanced thrown around.

"Intense." Mason commented.

"Guys, let's concentrate on catching her first. We'll figure out the rest later." Scott told them.

"But we can go Supernatural on her? Right?" Augustus asked.

"Gus, everyone dies on that show." Magenta commented. Her cousin looked at her worried.

"I'm only on season one."

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Magenta's paper was handed to her, which she didn't dare glance at yet. She was scared what her AP Biology score was.

"Nice to see where your priorities are, Scott." Magenta heard Mrs. Finch tell Scott. Magenta took in a deep breath before she glanced down to see she had a 90.

"Since you have such a good grasp of the subject, how about you lead us in a review of last night's reading?" Mrs. Finch told Scott. Magenta sat a big straighter at the mention of last night's reading.

"Uh . . . Sure." Scott answered. Magenta looked up to see Liam at the door. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what he was doing.

"Scott?" Mrs. Finch asked.

"Sorry, just looking for the page." Scott answered.

"Scott?" Mrs Finch asked again.

"Yeah, one sec. Sorry." Scott apologized.

"She's here." Liam whispered. "She's in History class right now. Tracy. She's here."

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Magenta entered the History class with Scott and Liam to see Tracy sitting at a table. While another girl that Magenta didn't recognize was trying to get Tracy's attention. Magenta was concerned when Tracy grabbed the girls wrist, she heard the girl say ow.

"Tracy. Hey." Scott called out. Magenta walked behind him, trying to see if she could help. But something didn't seem right, something didn't seem natural. "Tracy. Tracy. Tracy, let go. Tracy."

"Hey, you're hurting me." Magenta only hoped she could heal the girl and come up with a lie.

"Tracy, let go." Scott continued to try to get to the girl.

"Now." Magenta added.

"They're coming." Tracy Stewart said before letting go. "They're coming for all of us."

Tracy then fell forward, a silver, mercy color then started to come out of her mouth. Magenta knew it was apart of the supernatural if she could see it shine in her black and white world. Scott and Mr. Yukimura carried Tracy before they went into the hallway where Stiles was running towards them.

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"Pupils dilate under normal conditions. Heart rate is 250. Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder. Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury." Deaton noted.

"But it's for sure a part of the supernatural." Magenta commented. The table started to move which caused Magenta's eyes to widen. "Uh..."

"Can't you just give her a shot of something?" Malia asked, from besides Magenta.

"She doesn't look to be in any pain." Deaton replied.

"I meant a shot to kill her." Malia corrected herself.

"Malia, I thought we weren't going to murder the girl. Or pull a Brandon James or a Supernatural on her." Magenta told the werecoyote. She made a mental note to tell Augustus to actually teach Malia normal things.

"I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures." Deaton explained.

"Malia, you know we're not going to do that." Scott added to what Magenta said.

"How do you know she's not going to kill us?" Malia asked. Magenta raised an eyebrow knowing she had a point.

"Scott, are you sure we can't pull a Brandon James? Or a Demon Dean Winchester?" Magenta questioned.

"She makes a decent point." Stiles commented. "And I prefer we put Tracy against again a Griever. Either way, eventually I'm going to have to let my dad know she's here."

"Agreed. And while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not apposed to a little extra security." Deaton grabbed the mountain ash and threw it on the ground. Stiles stared at the line of Mountain Ash.

"Don't worry, Stiles. Tracy won't be able to cross a line of Mountain Ash. She's not going anywhere." Deaton assured Stiles.

"Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of." Stiles admited.

"Well, Magenta, you and I will be able to get out of here, no problem. You two . . . not so much." Deaton remembered during the summer he trapped Magenta in a line of Mountain Ash, for her to only cross the line. Magenta watched as Malia reached an hand out to see a blue force field. Magenta walked over next to Malia and extended her arm, to show she wasn't affected.

"Weird, but why can Magenta go out?" Malia asked.

"That's something I would like to find out." Magenta commented.

"Scott, would you mind holding her down? I'm going to be trying a few more invasive tests." Magenta watched as Deaton tried to cut Tracy's skin. Only it didn't make a single cut but break the blade

"I think you're gonna need a bigger blade." Stiles commented.

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"Now this is interesting." Deaton commented, while examining Tracy. Magenta took out her left earbud and paused the show she was watching, Arrow. She watched as Deaton touched Tracy's neck before pulling it back.

"Girls, help me turn her over, please." Magenta pocketed her IPhone before helping the two turn the body over.

"Do you care to enlightened the rest of us?" Deaton asked Stiles. "Because this doesn't look too good."

Magenta shivered when Tracy's spine started to move. She jumped back when it opened up and threw out black blood. She repeatedly blinked at the sight of an actual spine. Magenta didn't think she would see one until she was a certified Doctor. A tail then came out and slapped Stiles in the face. It hit, Magenta next before it hit Deaton, then Malia and finally Scott. They watched as she easily ran passed the Mountain Ash. Magenta layed, facing the opposite way from door but towards Stiles leg, shocked, she couldn't move anything.

"It wasn't a werewolf." Stiles told them.

"Kanima." Scott answered.

"Hey, Deaton, how the hell did she get through the Mountain Ash?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know. It's a barrier no supernatural creature should be able to cross. Unless you're one of the few rare Magenta." Deaton answered, along with Magenta's reason on how she could cross it.

"Scott did it. Magenta did it." Stiles listed off.

"Once, but it almost killed me." Scott answered.

"Weren't you listening, Stiles? I'm a rare Magenta. And Tracy isn't one of them. I would've known."

"We should've killed her." Malia added.

"Meanwhile, she's probably on her way to killing someone else." Stiles commented.

"Listen, everyone. We need to concentrate. Scott, Magenta and Malia, you three will probably be able to move long before Stiles and I can. But you need to focus." Deaton told them.

"Focus on what?" Malia asked.

"Healing." Scott answered.

"That's right." Deaton approved.

"I don't know how to tell my body to heal." Malia told them.

"Calm down, Malia." Magenta tried to calm Malia down.

"I can't calm down. I can't move."

"It won't last long. We're going to be okay." Scott assured Malia. "Doc, how do we focus?"

"Think of a body part. You hands, your feet, even just the tips of your fingers. Imagine them moving. See it in your mind and your body will follow." Deaton instructed. Magenta imagined her fingertips moving, she imagined them going to her nose to scratch that itch.

"My nose is itchy." Magenta announced. "Very itchy."

"Okay." Stiles told his girlfriend. "I'm pretty sure I just felt my right leg move. Uh, yep, definitely felt it. Like a twinge, spasm, something. " Stiles told them. Deaton watched as Stiles leg did move, because Magenta was trying to get rid of that itch.

"I'm going to have to disagree. And I think I hold an informed opinion." Deaton told them.

"The itch is gone." Magenta announced, moving her face away from Stiles.

"Malia." Scott called out.

"I don't think she cut me that deep." Malia replied.

"Keep going." Deaton encouraged. "Keep moving."

Magneta heard Malia groan.

"What happening? I can't see." Stiles asked.

"I can't either because of your right leg." Magenta told Stiles.

"What's happening?" Stiles asked again. "Malia? Malia, wait for us."

"There's no time."

"Look, she's not a werewolf." Stiles told Malia. He knew Augustus would kill him if anything happened to Malia.

"But she has a scent. I can find her." Malia stated.

"Malia." Scott called out. "Save her."

Magenta then just realized something. "How could I be so stupid?"

"What?" Stiles asked.

"I have a theory." Magenta shoved her face into Stiles leg and begun healing him. She then heard foot steps. "Who's that?" Magenta's voice was muffled.

"Theo." Stiles answered. He then felt his fingers being able to move.

"How did you find us?" Scott asked.

"'Cause you work here." Theo answered.

"Hi, Theo!" Magenta yelled from Stiles leg.

"Hello. I heard about Tracy, I've been looking for you." Theo then picked Stiles up, who Magenta was half way healing. The pain seemed unbearable at that point.

"We lost her." Scott told Theo.

"And Malia." Stiles added in.

"I can help." Theo offered, picking Deaton up.

"This is Theo?" Deaton asked.

"Let me help." Theo offered again.

"Hello? A seventeen year old who is almost eighteen is on the floor. Paralyzed from the neck down. Nice shoes by the way. Did I mention that I'm paralyzed? With unbearable pain?" Magenta asked. Theo looked down to see Magenta before he picked her up.

"Sorry, didn't see you." Theo told the girl.

"I have black hair. How do you not notice that on the floor?" Magenta asked while she leaned against the table.

"It doesn't have to mean I'm part of the pack. Or like you've accepted me or anything like that. It just means I can help catch this girl." Everyone looked at each other. "Scott. I can help you."