Chapter Fourteen

"Who is Derek Hale to you?"

"My brother."

"Did you plan this homicide with him?"

"No."

"Do you know where Mr. Hale is hiding right now?"

"No."

I've been integrated for hours at this point. I was sick and tired of being trapped in this tiny little box. I've kept getting called in, ever since that night on Wednesday, to the police station. The school had shut down for three days. 

I'm getting overwhelmed. I haven't seen Derek in days, which makes me think he truly is dead. The Alpha probably moved him and his car somehow, to remove some evidence or something.

The person who's been interrogating me for a few hours now, trying to get anything information out of me, sighed in annoyance. I've been giving them yes or no answers basically. I'm being completely on with them; I have no fucking clue where Derek is. Heck, I don't even know where his body is.

"Miss Hale you're making our jobs very difficult here," the interrogate sighed again. I didn't even bother to learn his name.

"Well, I'm telling you right now to make your job easier; I don't know where Derek is. I didn't plan this with him, he did this on his own." Those were the two questions they mainly asked me for. It's been four hours since I've been trapped in this tiny interrogation room.

"Haigh," I looked up to Sheriff Stilinski standing there. My hands were getting tired from being handcuffed, so I hoped to God this is my time to go. I sit back in my chair. So Haigh was this deputy's name. "She can be released."

I smiled widely. "Hallelujah!" I coughed. "I mean, thank you, sir." Haigh looked at Sheriff Stilinski, he was sceptical. As Haigh unlocks my handcuffs, I sighed and rubbed my wrists, standing up. "Don't get me wrong, I'm really grateful, but why are you letting me go?"

Sheriff Stilinski rubs a hand over his face. "My son lied about you." I frowned deeply. It's been two days... Now Stiles has finally confessed? "Go and enjoy your freedom." I nodded and it was weird, I just casually walked out of the police station, while rubbing my wrists.

I sighed and realised that I actually have no ride back to the Loft. As if on cue, there was a beep in the distance. I turned my head and saw that Scott was in his car, along with Stiles in the passenger seat. They both smiled at me nervously.

Hesitantly, I walked over there. I climbed in the back. "I hate both of you."

They both turned around with sorry looks. "We're really sorry, Faya." Scott blurted out. "We didn't mean for that to happen."

"Oh, I totally did," Stiles blurted out and Scott glared at him. "What?! She scares me! A little time away from her was refreshing."

Annoyed, I went to exit the car but Scott quickly stopped me. "Wait, Faya! Stop! Please."

"Why should I?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at the boys.

"Well... You need a ride home." Scott nervously spoke.

I rolled my eyes. "I can walk,"

Stiles scoffed. "You're too lazy," I pursed my lips together and sat back in the chair. "I knew it--" I leant forward and smacked him. "Ow!"

"What do you guys want?" I then asked, realising that they probably want something.

"Well..." Scott nervously squeaked. "We got a plan."

"A plan?"

"Umh, Scott, you forgot to tell her about the other part," Stiles told him, making eye contact with him. I raised an eyebrow.

I leant forward even more. "Yeah, go on Scotty, tell me what you got."

He sighed. "Derek's alive."

I almost choked on my saliva. "What?! And he didn't tell me! That sick son of a bitch--"

"Calm down before I send you to anger management classes," Stiles snapped. "The reason why he didn't tell you is that he didn't want to worry you."

"Worry me?!" I yelled out. "Fucking hell! I would've been less worried knowing that he was alive!"

"You yelled right in my ear," Stiles grimaced, cupping his right ear with his hand.

"Good!" I yelled even louder, causing him to jerk away from me. What a spaz. "I'm fuming."

"I can tell--" I smacked him. "Scott, tell her to stop hitting me!"

"Faya--" I glared at Scott. "Keep hitting him." I nodded in approval. "Do you want to hear our plan or not?" 

--

After being released, I've kept a low profile. I haven't gone to school at all this week. I felt uneasy knowing my brother's name is everywhere in the spotlight-- again, but not for a good thing. I mostly just kept to myself in my Loft, hoping that Derek would return home. I ignored what the boys' said to me. In fact; I've ignored them altogether.

The full moon was tonight. The boys practically begged for my help with the full moon, but I told them no. I didn't want to care about them anymore. But a part of me does and I absolutely hate it. Not only did I get "dumped" by Josh, but Allison told Scott not to talk to her anymore too.

Scott had managed to get co-captain on the Lacrosse team, which made me angry. But, I told myself not to interfere-- to just ignore them. I needed to ignore them for my own benefit.

I'm currently sitting at the table, staring out into the big window. My hands are wrapped around in a mug, that contains Coffee. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is Derek's body falling onto the ground.

Ever since that night, I've been hoping that Derek will come back to me. Talk to me, at least. But as the day goes on (it's been a week now), I'm starting to lose the hope I used to have inside me. I eyed the full moon that was beaming above me and I let out a shaky breath as I put the mug onto the table.  

My heart is telling me I need to help Stiles, so he doesn't get killed, or for anyone to get killed for that matter. But my brain is telling me that I need to stay away from them; they're only causing trouble in my life, which I didn't need.

After a lot of anticipation later, I ended up following my heart. I got changed out of my sweats and tank top and into some running gear. I wore some black long leggings, with a sports bra and a jacket wrapped around my waist. I finalised by tying up my hair and quickly putting some running shoes on.

I exited my building and began to run down the street, making my way to Scott McCall's house. As I was doing so, I was checking my messages. I had switched off my phone for a few days.

There were only spam messages from Scott and Stiles.

I ended up calling Stiles. "Faya? Faya, thank God you called!" Stiles squeaked out.

"What's happened?" I demanded immediately, continuing to pick up my pace.

"S-Scott, he's escaped," Stiles stuttered out. "And he's angry."

"Okay, well, I'm five minutes away from his house, are you still there?" I heard an "hm" on the other side, which I'm guessing is a "yes". "Okay, I'm gonna need something of his so I can track down. Have it prepared, I'm coming up the steps to his house now."

I hung up on him and pushed open the door of Scott's house. I walked right on in and up the stairs, where I could sense where Stiles was. Stiles is standing in what I assume, is Scott's room.

"About time!" Stiles grumbled frustratedly, throwing me a pillowcase. Soft fabric, I like his thinking.

"Thanks!" I turned on my feet and walked back into the hallways and Stiles chased after me.

"Hey, hey!" Stiles' hands touched my shoulder, turning me back around. I glared at him, silently telling to stop touching me. He quickly pulled away from his hand. "I'm removing my hand." He sighed and his hand fell to his side. "What're you going to do?"

"Sniff him out, duh," I rolled my eyes.

"On foot?"

"I don't have any other choice, do I?" I cocked my head. "Your car is--"

"Available, I got it back today," Stiles huffs. "So come on," I rolled my eyes again and began to follow him. 

We got inside the Jeep. How did I not notice this piece of junk outside? I sat in the front seat, not bothering with the seat belt. Stiles turns on his car, the headlights shining across the road. 

I grip onto the fabric I hold. I inhaled deeply, focusing on Scott's scent. I pulled it away from my nose and pushed my head outside Stiles' window. "Go right," I told Stiles.

For most of the way, my head was stuck out of the car window, giving Stiles directions. Eventually, we had made it to the woods, where I had a suspension he'd be. Once Stiles parked outside a fence that blocked him off, he turned off his car.

I climbed out, using the window and jumping on the ground. I left the fabric on the seat, I didn't need it anymore. I turned to Stiles in the window.

"Thanks for the ride," I told him. "Doesn't mean I forgive you though. You should probably go now."

"What?!" Stiles exclaimed. "No, no. Scott needs me--"

"From what you told me, I don't think Scott wants you right now." I shake my head. "I'll handle him on my own. Go, before you get caught."

"Caught by who?" Stiles narrowed his eyes at me.

"The Argents," I spoke before turning around and running into the woods. I knew these woods fairly well, I didn't need a torch to see, and I know where all the hidden places are, just in case.

Not only was I heading on the right track, but I kept a low profile. I was well aware that the Argents were 100% out tonight, probably looking for Derek, and for anyone who just happened to be in their way. The Argents won't go easy this time on Derek, (if he's alive), as they believe he was in the school trying to kill their daughter. They won't go easy on him, or on me, perhaps. That's if I get caught, which I won't.

I continued to run quietly. I wish I was a coyote in these situations; they can actually tip-toe on their feet. Yes, coyote's tip-toe. Insane, right?

Eventually, I had made it to a car park. It was right next to the trees within the woods and I hid behind one, trying to keep myself hidden in case someone saw me. Though I've been cleared, I still don't feel like it.

My eyes widen when I spot Scott McCall on top of a car, glaring down at another car. I eyed who was inside the car, none other was Jackson Whittemore and Allison Argent, getting very close to each other. I could sense Scott's jealousy, his chemo-signals are starting to show strength.

Before I could even step in to stop Scott from pouncing on Allison and Jackson in the car, a figure in all black clothes had bet me to it. I jumped when they rolled onto the hill that was nearby. I weaved around the trees, making my way to the small cliff.

My heart squeezed with happiness when I saw Derek run down the hill. I followed after him and crouched behind the tree. However, I wasn't just happy; I was also confused. Where had he been? If he was alive, why didn't I get a vision from my necklace?

"Stop! Scott, stop!" Derek growled, holding him against his will. He throws Scott against a tree, near the one I'm hiding behind. Scott pounced at Derek again, but Derek threw him on the ground and they both turned to each other.

Scott lets out a growl and lunges at Derek but with each throw, Scott missed as Derek expertly dodged out of the way. Derek then kicks Scott onto the ground. Derek pinned Scott against the ground and roars in his face, making Scott shuffle back as soon as he got the chance to.

With wide eyes, Scott looked at Derek then looked down at his nails that were extra long. I finally came out of the shadows. I was just glad Derek was alive. "Derek!" I exclaimed. Derek turned around and in the shadows, I spotted Derek smiling as I ran towards him. I throw my arms around him, pulling him into a hug which he gladly returns. I relaxed in his arms, squeezing my eyes shut for a small second. "Thank God you're alive."

I pulled away from him, taking a step back from Derek. "I'm glad you're alive too." Derek nods at me.

"What's happening to me?" Derek turned to Scott who had asked that. Scott's still sitting on the ground, trying to take everything in.

"Exactly what he wants to happen,"