<Allison's POV>

"Oh don't worry I'm not going to kill you... yet," Theo says coldly but with a smug grin across his face. I glance quickly at the knife on the ground and wonder if I could grab it fast enough if he tries to attack me. "So are you going to tell me your name?" He asks his smile fading. I once again stay silent with my chin high, the skin on my neck stretched. "Well that's rude, am I going to have to beat it out of you?" Once again I tighten my jaw. "Alright well if you don't tell me I'll just have to hurt let's see, Scott, your father, Lydia, Stiles, or maybe-"

"Allison," I say quickly not wanting him to hurt someone I love. "How do your know their names and not mine?" I ask. He takes a step forward and I take two steps back.

"That was just a test, you passed," Theo tells me. I bite the inside of my cheek.

"What do you want with me?" I ask with my voice a full of foe strength. He once again smiles. Theo begins to walk out of the room.

"All in good time," he calls back. He opens the door and I pick up the knife on the ground. I launch it at his back and he swivels on his heels, turns around, and catches it. Theo tisks and drops the knife again. "Best not try that again." Then the door is slammed just leaving me alone to my thoughts. His name is Theo Raeken. He is a supernatural creature of some type, proved by his reflexes. He will hurt the people I love and maybe me.

I am in grave danger.

About an hour later the door opens again. I look up from my spot on the bed. This time it's not Theo who is at the door, it's a larger boy with a lot of muscle. His hair is a dark brown that reminds me of Scott's. I blink away the tears from the thought of Scott. He walks towards me and covers me eyes with a dirty black cloth. His fingers wrap around my arm tightly. "Come on," he says forcefully. I walk along with the man because what other choice do I have? I hear almost dead silence until the sound of a door opening sounds off. I am pushed in a room and the door is slammed shut, the mask ripped of my eyes.

The room I'm in now consists of only a wooden table and two chairs. Theo sits on one side of the table with a blank expression on his face. He gestures to the chair and I sit in it lamely. "I'm going to ask you a few things and you are going to answer them for me," Theo demands. I just look at him with an angry expression. My face only softens when he holds up a picture of my father. He is getting into his car in the picture. A sad expression on his face. Tears threaten to fall but I refuse to let them drop. "Is this your father?" I nod solemnly. "His name?"

"Chris Argent," I say in a squeaky voice. I see the name is already on the picture, but it's like he is just confirming. He holds up a second picture, this one of Scott. The picture is of him leaning against Stiles' jeep. I bite my lip. "Scott McCall," I tell Theo.

"And he is?"

"My boyfriend," I say with my voice cracking. He nods and writes something I can't see on the back of the picture. Another picture is held up, this one of Lydia. She is standing outside the Hale house when we went to find Boyd and Cora. She is walking in to see Scott when she learned that we thought Stiles was dead. "Lydia Martin," I say forming a fist with my hand. How did he get these pictures. "She's my best friend." Next is a picture of Stiles. This is a picture of him when he was beat. His face nearly unrecognizable. He is in the the hospital laying down in this picture. "Stiles Stilinski," I tell him. "He's Scott's best friend."

"Wrong," Theo says coldly. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"What?" I ask innocently. Theo slaps me across the face. My hand goes to my raw red cheek.

"I want their relationship to you, what is he to you?" The snarls. I think for a moment. Stiles is a friend to me but I love him. I decide the best way to put it is that he is a close friend. Theo nods and holds up picture after picture of all my friends and by the time he is done my heart is aching to see all of those faces in real life.

"What do you want from us?" I ask holding back the tears.

"You call yourselves a pack right?" Theo questions. I nod. "Okay," he says relaxed and then heads towards the door. I am left alone once again until the large boy comes in again. I turn around to face him. He marches towards me.

"We can't find the blindfold," he says before his fist makes contact with my temple forcefully. I'm knocked to the ground, unconscious.

<Scott's POV>

"Who are we waiting on?" Stiles asks.

"Just Cora and Isaac," Kira says.

"They better hurry, we've got a lot to sign," Malia says.

"Why don't Scott and Stiles go save us a spot?" Lydia suggests. When I am about refuse Lydia glares at me.

"Ya alright, okay," I say. Stiles and I look at each other and he nods. We walk into the school next to each other but a reasonable distance apart. The silence is deafening and I just have to break it or I'll loose my mind. "So things look good between you and Lydia," I say. Stiles nods as we walk towards the library.

"Ya, I'm um really happy," he says smiling widely, one of the scars on his lips stretching. I smile back at him. We are quiet again for a bit, but this time Stiles speaks. "We'll find her you know, I promise," Stiles says as we push open the library doors. The other seniors walk around the room smiling and laughing.

"Ya I know, it just hurts, wondering if she is hurting," I tell him.

"I get it," Stiles confirms. "You know it doesn't scare me anymore, looking at you, instead of seeing you angry I'm seeing just you again, my best friend," Stiles confirms. We weave through the shelves slowly looking for a nice spot. I nod slowly.

"You know I'm sorry about that," I tell him. Stiles nods and rubs his neck.

"You don't have to apologize, how would you know that it was actually me. You thought I was dead," Stiles says. I bite my lip.

"Ya but I feel like I need to," I tell him. Stiles nods and stops walking. His hand holds my shoulder. I hold my breath, completely taken back that Stiles would make contact with me.

"I forgive you, I forgave you awhile ago," Stiles says with tears pricking at his eyes. I tear up myself and pull Stiles into a hug. I hold him tight to me and he does the same. When we pull apart something on the book shelf catches my eye.

"Stiles?"

"Ya?"

"How about here," I say pointing to the spot on the shelf. He turns his head and sees where I'm pointing. A smile spreads across Stiles' face. The initials D.H. are scribbled neatly on the shelf next to an open spot.

"Ya I'd like this spot." Soon enough all of our friends walk in and find us. Lydia takes Stiles' hand and looks at the two of us.

"Find a good place?"

"Ya, ya we did," Stiles says looking at me smiling. We all form a line, I am last, and wait our turn. Stiles is first, then Lydia, Kira, Malia, Isaac, Cora, Ethan, Danny, Aiden, Boyd. But when we get to Boyd he pauses. The market shakes in his hand and a single tear falls down his face as next to his name he scribbles the initials E.R. and I smile. Isaac pats his friend on the back as Boyd hands the marker to Jackson who scribbles his initials next and then hands me the marker. I take a deep breath and take it all in. We are seniors, this is it. I write my initials and then she enters my mind. Her dark hair and eyes. Her pale skin and soft voice. I want her to write her initials, but just in case I sprawl a neat A.A. on the shelf. Then in the center of all of our names I draw the triskele symbol. The marker draws the symbol from memory of seeing it on Derek's back. Then I cap the marker and step back. Filling up the spot on the shelf are the fourteen initials:

S.S.
L.M.
K.Y.
M.T.
I.L.
C.H.
E.D.
D.M.
A.D.
V.B.
E.R.
J.W.
S.M.
A.A.

"This is it," Isaac says. I shake my head.

"No this is just the end of the beginning."

A/N okay first off I don't think the twins have a last name so I just made the initials ED and AD cause like John Doe is like the name who use if the man doesn't have a name and Doe starts with a D ya I don't know.

Hope you liked senior scribe.