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MY BLEEDING HEART.
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    Lois screamed as the windows smashed into tiny pieces, getting lodged in her hair and skimming her cheeks. She wasn't sure how many bullets were flying into the room but she knew that it was a lot, more than any normal human could get away from unscathed.

The brunette felt a hand grab her own but she pulled away from it — in fear that it was Matt or even Jackson — snatching her arm back and holding it against her chest. Lois rose her hands above her head and crouched down as low as she could, fumbling as she searched through the dark for Scott McCall, her pulse in her ears and making her brain feel ready to explode. She cried out when a burning pain struck her bicep, her body collapsing to the ground in an agony that she had never felt before; it was almost worse than drowning. Almost.

"Lois?" Scott called out above the gunfire, "Lois—!"

Another couple of shots were fired, narrowly missing her body. She gritted her teeth together, flipping over onto her front.

Using her elbows to pull herself along, the teenager pushed her palms against the ground, dragging herself towards cover beneath one of the desks, groaning in pain whenever her arm moved too quickly, her breaths heavy and laboured.

When she was situated underneath the table, avoiding items that she were shot out of sight, Lois reached up a hand to touch the area, wincing at the feeling. Her fingers trembled and her hands shook as they delicately ran over the broken skin, and she started to hyperventilate when she realised that her arm was wet. Lois wailed loudly as her arm erupted in pain, once again. It was hot, a mixture of ice and fire rubbed into a salty wound — as if the burn was hitting her bones. Lois pulled her palm to her face and rubbed her fingers together, feeling the sticky liquid start to drip down to her wrist. Her mind spun.

She let out another cry as a liquid oozed, staining her shirt and dribbling out onto the carpet. Lois had seen blood before, but this was different.

The blood was fresh, warm. It was hers.

Lois let out another gut-wrenching scream as she stared down at the blood on her hands, choking out a sob when the very same substance trickled down her arm. The girl struggled to breathe as she came to terms with the fact that she had been shot, and the chances were that she was going to bleed out before they had even manage to figure out what was going on. She was going to die.

Too concentrated on the fog that slowly seeped into the room, Lois hardly heard the gunfire cease. She could hear coughing not too far away and tried to cover her nose and mouth with her shirt, cringing as the blood from her palms smeared across her clothing and all over her skin.

She hacked and coughed, groaning when her chested jolted and her shoulder moved, sending another stinging sensation along her skin. Lois Lane had never thought that she would have been laying in the dark, seeking refuge under a desk as she slowly bled out, with an unknown smoke filling into her lungs. She wasn't sure how long she had waited, but it probably wasn't anywhere near as long as it had felt. Lois felt like she had been hiding under that table for hours, when it hadn't even been minutes.

Focusing on keeping her breathing as steady as she could, Lois tried to rip the bottom of her t-shirt in hopes to stop the bleeding.

But her arms were to weak to tear it. She moaned in frustration, eyes clamped shut, settling for pressing her palm back to the area. She was in pain, and she was scared, but she had to stop it.

"Lois!"

Her eyes shot open, a sigh of relief falling from her lips as she noticed a familiar boy crouched above her.

"Scott?"

"Yeah, it's me—" Scott nodded his head too many times, cursing to himself when the metallic smell of blood hit his nostrils. He knelt down beside her and observed it closely, "You got hit?"

"I think so," she spoke numbly, "It hurts."

Scott scooped the girl into his arms and held her as close to him as humanly possible, rushing out of the smoke and into the room that their three friends were lying in, still paralysed, desperate to know what was happening and why Lois had been screaming. She bit her lip tightly as he placed her down next to Stiles' body, trying to ignore the pain.

"Lois? Oh my god—!" Stiles exclaimed, able to move his head enough to see the blood saturating her shirt. He clamped his eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of the queasy feeling in his stomach, "Tell me that's not your blood! Tell me it's Matt's!"

She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth, leaning over the best that she could and started to rip the bottom of his flannel. It was hard and she fumbled, and she grew more annoyed with the fabric the more than she tried to handle it. Scott noticed her struggle and gently moved her hands away, tearing off a strip of the shirt in one fluid motion. The pair ignored the way that Stiles groaned in protest. He wanted his shirt to stay in tact, but it was the only one not already covered in blood — that, and Luna's was far too nice to rip apart. They wrapped the fabric around her arm, just above where the bleeding started.

"That was my favourite shirt!"

"And it's my least favourite—" Lois quipped with a tight smile, thumbing around with the knot and motioning for Scott to make it tighter. She grimace, "—that's why I ripped it."

Now in a lighter area, the teen wolf peered at the wound and sighed in relief, "It's only a flesh wound, not a whole bullet."

"Thank god," Luna breathed, "Where's Matt?"

   "I have no idea—"

   Scott was cut off by a hiss coming from the smoke, all of the teenagers  and Derek lapsing into silence. Lois looked up at Scott and then down at her paralysed friends, as well as Derek Hale who seemed to have regained some feeling in his hands. The girl cursed to herself, unsure of how they were all going to get away when the kanima was still on the loose and their parents were stuck in the holding cells, with no idea as to what was going on. Scott couldn't carry both Stiles and Luna, and Lois wasn't going to be particularly helpful when her arm was practically useless; Jackson was a lot faster than they were, especially now with two of the group down, and she had no doubt that this wasn't going to be as easy as it usually was. Matt was reckless and Jackson was his Fury.

   Matt was going to stop them from getting out of there — he couldn't risk them telling anyone about what he had done. Not when he had shot Scott and held their parents captive.

   He didn't know what was happening right now, none of them had known that someone else would be breaking into the station to try and find Jackson and Matt, but he knew that he had to get away as soon as he could. If someone caught him, it was all over.

   It would have been for nothing.

   Another hiss echoed through the station, closer than the last, and Lois had started to panic. It seemed that the second hiss was enough for Derek to slowly pull himself up, however, groaning as he tried to regain feeling in the rest of his body. Lois gaped at him as he stood with the help of a desk, his teeth grit and wiping some blood from his hand onto his pants. After a moment to compose himself, Derek turned back to look at the only two teenagers who could still move their legs, even if one had almost been shot.

    "Get them out of here," he told them, frowning when neither Scott or Lois jumped into action. "Go!"

   Snapping back to reality, Lois nodded her head wildly before looking between Stiles and Luna with a hesitant expression. She eventually decided that Luna would be the easier of the pair for her to carry, being that she was smaller than the son of the sheriff and her fingers were starting to twitch.

   The brunette took in a deep breath and bent down, hoisting Luna up the best that she could and wrapping her arm around her shoulder. She grunted when her wound stung but did he best to ignore it. When Scott picked up Stiles and started down the hall, Lois didn't wait any longer than a second to follow after them at a slower pace, but one that was definitely better than nothing. Lois didn't dare look behind them, she didn't want to know how close Jackson may have been to killing them — Scott, however, kept turning back every four seconds, or so, his eyes wider with each turn. The look on his face didn't give her much hope.

He eventually came to a stop and ushered the two girls in front of him, Stiles groaning about not wanting to die, and Scott let them lead while he shut every door behind them to slow Jackson down with each hurdle.

It was smart, until Jackson ripped the doors off their hinges.

"Seriously?" Lois whined, hearing another crash from behind them. She was starting to lose feeling in her arm and, even though Luna was light, it didn't help to pull along a teenager girl.

The four teenagers made it into the question room and held their breaths, huddling in the corner and waiting for Jackson to storm in. They waited, and waited, but the kanima never came. Scott decided that it was okay to breathe after two minutes of them all standing like melons, nodding to himself and mumbling incoherent words as he placed Stiles into one of the chairs.

Lois followed in suit, and carefully placed Luna on the seat next to her boyfriend and laid her head onto his shoulder, so it wouldn't fall back and injure her. But, Scott didn't seemed to think about that with Stiles and held his head with the palm of him hand.

"Don't move."

Stiles sent him a glare and Scott pursed his lips tightly, "You know what I mean!"

Dropping Stiles' head back down and ignoring his grunt, Scott nodded to himself and rushed out of the room. The shortest of the pack sighed and rolled her eyes, following after him.

"Lois!" Stiles called her back, "Hey— don't go out there!"

"Do you want me to let him do something stupid?" She retorted, stopping to adjust the flannel wrapped around her arm. When he didn't say anything, only humming as he contemplated his right she was in her words, Lois smiled tightly, "That's what I thought. I'll be back,"

    "Lo—!"

    "Don't worry, Stiles." She assured him.

    "Don't worry?" He echoed, "Are you insane? You just got shot in the arm! In case you haven't noticed, I'm already worrying!"

    "Our parents are stuck, Stiles! Someone has to help them while Derek and Scott fight the kanima, right?" Lois cried out, her arms waving through the air. "I can't just leave them there! They're our parents."

   He was silent for a moment, then he sighed.

    "You aren't invincible, Lo. You're human."

    "But, I can still try."

    With that, Lois Lane turned on her heel and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her. Deciding that Scott was long gone, probably too far gone, Lois started to make her way straight to the holding cells, keeping her steps light. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention, and she definitely didn't want to be found by Jackson or Matt. It was unlikely that she would make it out of the scenario alive.

   She waded through the fog and the smoke, holding onto her arm tightly, feeling as though it might fall off. Lois sucked in a deep breath and let it out, hurrying her steps as she neared the cells.

   The teenager glanced around the best that she could, hoping that the coast was as clear as she wanted it to be, before turning around the doorframe and pushing her way into the room of cells. It gave her shivers as she recalled when Isaac had been locked inside on the night of his first full moon, when he could have killed her yet didn't, but she shook off the memory.

    "Dad?" She called out as she entered the dark room, squinting when the moonlight shone through the window and right into her eyes, "Dad! Are you okay?"

    "Lois!" Her father breathed a sigh of relief as his daughter appeared in the doorframe, all three parental figures stopping what they were doing and looking up to her. When she stepped closer, Matthew Lane caught sight of the blood soaking her shirt and staining her skin, and he paled.

    "Oh my god—!" Melissa cried out, "Honey, you're bleeding!"

    "No, I'm okay—" Lois shook her head rapidly, almost pleading for them to be quiet, "I'm fine, I promise—!"

     "Lois, you're not—"

    "Daddy, I'm okay." She pursed her lips, "I'll be okay."

   None of them made a move to correct her, so she looked to where Stilinski had been trying to prise his cuffs off the wall. She nodded to herself and made her way over to stand next to him, gripping into the metal with her fingers and giving it a yank.

   Together, she and Noah managed to rip the metal away from the wall, falling back with a slight stumble. Lois left him to sort out his wrists and rushed towards the holding cell, eyeing the lock and biting down on her lip. Matt had taken the keys with him when he had locked them inside, she could remember him slipping it into his pocket, so there was no chance of them managing to get their hands on it, now. As always, she was going to have to improvise in the situations that she wished were planned out.

    "Uncle Noah? Is there, like, a spare key?" The brunette asked as she started to look around for something else they could use, "Or, maybe a crowbar? I don't—"

   Melissa let out a scream when a body behind her hit the floor, and Lois span around faster than her head could take. Her vision blurred but she ignored it, waiting for it to refocus. The world span around her and slowly came to. And when it did, Lois Lane found Mr Stilinski on the ground and Matt right in front of her, his gun pointed to her face.

    "You should've given me a chance, Lois."

   Her father gripped the cell bars tightly, "Step away from my daughter!"

    "Wow— you must think she's so perfect," Matt chuckled, biting his lower lip and sighing. "But you're all so unbelievably stupid. You don't even know what a heartbreaker, she is. Do you?"

    "Matt—"

    "I asked her to go to the rave, with me. She denied, of course, and told me that she was going with Isaac Lahey instead. Your daughter went to the rave with a fugitive." He peered up at the lawyers face, a vague look of betrayal lacing the man's features, and feigned surprised, "Wait— you didn't know that she went with him, did you?" Matt's tone became sarcastic, "I'm so sorry, it seems like she lied to all of us."

   Lois chewed on the inside of her cheek. She didn't want to look at her father, she didn't want to see the disappointment on his face. She had seen too much of that, lately.

    "Turns out, she wasn't even going with Lahey, when I asked. She made it up, so that she wouldn't have to go with me."

   She didn't know how he knew that. Lois didn't know where he had found out that she had lied to him, that she had come up with the concept of going with Isaac when she had seen Erica's leather jacket and panicked. Matt had found out that the whole thing was fake, all because she thought that he was a creep.

   Why did she feel guilty?

    "You broke my heart, Lois. Seeing you with that— that criminal? That hurt," he puckered his lips and tried to steady his shaking hand, "And then when Allison told you that I had taken some photos of you, you freaked out."

    "You were stalking me," she murmured.

    "I was in love with you!" Matt yelled, causing her to flinch away from the wavering gun. Her father sprang forward, anger written all over his expression when the weapon was practically pressed against her forehead. Matt noticed and aimed the gun at him, making him backdown, then returned it. "You should have have given me a chance, Lois. Because, remember how I said I'm not the kind of guy who would say something like, well, if I can't have her, no one can — you remember, that?"

   Lois nodded.

    "It's not totally true," he mused over the words, then his voice grew dark. Matt steadied the gun, his finger to the trigger, ready to shoot. "Because if I can't have you, Lois Lane, no one can!"

   The girl squeezed her eyes shut and tucked her head down, holding her breath as she waited for the trigger to go. There was a crash and a gasp, but it wasn't from what Lois thought it would have been from. She waited for the pain but it never came, and she slowly cracked open one eye, glancing around before finding it safe enough to open the other.

   Derek Hale had knocked Matt off of his feet, into the wall. She looked up at the alpha and he looked back, giving her a small nod.

   That definitely made up for him plotting to kill her.

   It wasn't long before the kanima hissed and slithered into the room, giving Matt the chance to scramble up and get away when it dived towards Derek. Lois went to follow him but Jackson span around, threatening her with his claws and making her back up against the cell door.

   This small distraction gave Derek the chance to leap onto the creatures back and slash at him, flipping him over his shoulders and throwing him to the floor. It didn't faze the kanima for long, as it got right back and ran at Derek, grabbing the chair that the werewolf had thrown at him and tossing it right back. Derek grunted and went for the lizard again, only for Jackson to grab the bars of the holding cell and send a kick to Derek's chest, sending him across the room. Lois winced at the crunch of bones and held her breath when the kanima cornered her into the bars of the holding cell. Her father grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

   He was terrified of this creature, a creature that he had no idea even existed, and he was terrified of losing his daughter. But there was nothing that he could do.

   Instead of slashing her throat, the kanima let out a shriek of pain and fell to the ground, claws narrowing missing Lois' skin. She gasped loudly and let her body fall slack against the bars,the only thing holding her up right being her father's hand.

   She watched as the kanima left the room and Derek launched himself after the creature, a roar bellowing as he went. With a silent breath, Lois looked down at the boy crouched down in front of her, with his back to their parents. Lois slowly knelt down beside him and placed a hand on his back. She didn't try to say anything. She knew that he wouldn't want her to. Scott had just made a decision that could have been a mistake, or a blessing; they wouldn't know. Only time would tell.

    "Oh god— Scott?" Melissa sobbed as she slipped down the bars to be at his height, "Scott, are you okay? Scott?"

   Scott stood up from where he was, rotating his body so that his face was eventually illuminated by the moon. Biting on her lip nervously, Lois rose to stand with him, her feet planted firmly by his side. No matter how this would play out, what would happen after this, she knew that she would be by his side. She would always be on Scott's side.

    "No—!"

   Upon seeing his glowing eyes and claws, his mother slowly stepped back. She let out a cry, hands covering her mouth as she moved towards Lois' father's comfort. Matthew Lane was frozen, unable to do anything but stare. He wasn't sure what he was seeing, but whatever it was, his daughter was at the centre of it.

What had she gotten herself, into?

    "No!" Melissa cried, "No—"

   Scott's face dropped. He shook his head, so slightly that Lois thought she had imagined it, before taking off into the hall. His mother weeped as he left, and Lois was suddenly torn.

    "Go."

   She looked up at her father with sad eyes, the deep brown irises wet. Lois didn't know what to do, anymore.

    "It's alright," his voice was surprisingly soft, "Go."

   Lois watched him for a second longer, waiting for him to react differently, but he didn't. Matthew's stare remained soft and loving, her heart thumping when she realised that he still loved her after all of the lies. He had an idea of what had just been happening, how she had gotten so involved with this situation, why she had been so different. Her father knew that she had been spinning him a web of lies — all of them — but he didn't do anything. It was to try and protect them from this.

   She waited for only one more second, until he sent her a small nod. Her chest didn't feel so heavy, and her shoulders felt a lot lighter. That nod had given her the permission that she felt like she needed, now.

   So, Lois left the room.

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