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"Any other theories?" Scott had asked, looking at Stiles doubtfully.

"Scott," I sighed," We only just figured out who the Kanima is, give us some time."

We really didn't have much in terms of leads for who may be controlling Jackson, but that didn't matter. We needed to figure it out, that was our number one priority.

From where I sat I heard someone, as if they were whispering, ask another person if they were okay.
Looking up from my hands, I saw Jackson grab his bag and get out of his chair. He had a hand to his temple, massaging it. By the looks of his facial expression, the lacrosse player was in pain.

"I have to go to the bathroom," He told Mr. Harris, not bothering to wait for a response.

"Are you alright?" Our teacher asked. When Jackson didn't reply, he stood up from his seat, "Hey, you don't look so good."

The fact that Harris seemed genuinely concerned worried me more than whatever was wrong with Jackson.
Had an alien taken over his body? I wouldn't have been shocked, considering we lived in Beacon Hills.

Jackson kept walking, spitting out his response rather quickly, "I just need to get some water."

We all watched Jackson leave as Mr. Harris came out from behind his desk. He pointed to us all, "No one leaves their seats."

He turned on his heel, following after Jackson.

As soon as he left Stiles, Scott and I all gave each other a look. Grabbing our bags, we all got out of our chairs and walked over to rejoin Erica at her table.

She didn't seem surprised by this, she just sat there smirking. I sat opposite to Stiles, who sat beside Erica, while Scott was seated opposite the other Beta.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott stated, not even bothering to ease into it.

I couldn't help but quickly look around, paranoid that someone was listening to our conversation. For all we knew, the person controlling Jackson was just as curious of us as we were about them.

"Maybe," she continued to smirk, not even looking up from the notebook she was writing in.

Scott looked annoyed by her response, "Talk."

Erica looked at us all, before frowning and shutting her book. She sat it on top of her laptop, and then the pen on top of that. Her eyes then met Scott's, "It was a car accident."

A car accident. What an awful way to die. I felt my body physically slump, feeling cold. I actually felt bad for Jackson, I never imagined that happening.

"My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen," Erica said, explaining how she knew about the boy's parents.

Stiles and I looked at each other, mouths agape with shock. He turned his head to face Erica, "So, not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"

"Yep."

Stiles looked completely shocked, blinking his eyes in disbelief. "There is something so deeply wrong with that."

"Life is so unfair," I agreed, sighing as I leaned back into my seat. Seriously, why did people like Jackson always end up on top?

"You know what?" Erica asked, interrupting my thoughts. "I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything."

She slid her notebook off of the laptop and opened it up, turning it on to begin typing. We all waited eagerly, hoping it wouldn't take her very long.

But, a certain someone didn't get to stick around for that.

'Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office.'

Everyone in the room had looked upward, eyes searching for the voice, even though we knew it was over the speaker. The person sounded like Allison's mom, which had me worried. And even if it wasn't her, our principal was still a psychotic old man.

Scott stood up from the table, glancing at Stiles and I. I would've went with him, but I couldn't afford to get into any more trouble with Harris. That detention alone will be enough for an argument with my mum.

I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I left.

When he realized neither of us were moving he sighed, but gave us an understanding nod. He would probably have done the same.

Once he left, I decided that since there was now room, I would drag Scott's chair around to the other side of the table and sit beside Erica so that I could see the laptop.

She was scanning through all of her dad's email's from that year, trying to find the report on Jackson's parents. We all sat silently, the only noise in the room being Erica's fingers tapping the keys of her laptop.

Five minutes into searching, Jackson and Mr Harris reentered the library.

Jackson looked absolutely wrecked as he went back over to his table and sat down, placing his bag beside him.

His breathing was heavy an he appeared to be covered in sweat. I couldn't help but actually feel concerned. In the whole time we'd known each other, I'd never seem him look this awful before.

"Whoa, look at the dates," Stiles said, pulling my line of vision back to the laptop screen.

Erica had loaded up an accident report, and the insurance claim for that specific accident.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital D.O.A," Erica summarized as she read over the report. "The estimated time of death nine twenty-six p.m June fourteenth nineteen ninety-five."

I frowned as I heard the date. I knew exactly what day came after that. Hell, the whole school practically did; Jackson tended to throw a party every year.

"Jackson's birthday is June fifteenth," Stiles said, voicing my thoughts.

My eyes fell to the desk as I allowed my mind to wonder. That meant that Jackson had never met his birth parents. No wonder he had so many unresolved issues. I probably would too.

When I heard a zipping noise, my eyes traveled to see our teaching packing his things up. I decided to follow suit, figuring that meant that detention was finally over.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Mr Harris walked out from behind the desk and stood there, waiting for us to begin to pack up, before laughing and shaking his head. He truly was an evil man.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry," He held up a hand as he continued to laugh. "Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But, none of you are."

We all looked at each other, anger and shock clear on most of our faces.

"You may go when you're done with the reshelving." The teacher placed each of his hands on a trolley full of books, patting the covers of the ones on top. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

As he began to walk out the door, I walked over and picked up a book, reeling it back and prepared to throw it at the back of his head.
Just as I was about to launch 'the Wizard of Oz', a hand grabbed onto my wrist.

"Dorothy may not be in Kansas, but we're still in detention, so don't push your luck," Stiles reminded me. His joke was horrible, but he had a point.

One day, though. One day.

I dropped my arm, sighing heavily. "Thanks."
The air around me seemed to thin, helping me to breath easier and calm myself down.

Stiles was probably right. Throwing a book at Mr Harris' head - although fun - would not erase the fact that we had detention.

I raised my hand to put the book back on the trolley, only to see that Stiles' hand was still connected to my wrist. I cleared my throat awkwardly, and he immediately pulled it away.

He brought it up and run it over his head, lips pursed as he avoided my eyes. I couldn't help but laugh quietly as I put the book on the trolley.

I walked away, not wanting to make him feel any more awkward. I knew he would think too much into it if I stood there looking at him weirdly anyway.

Everyone got up from their seats to begin reshelving. we moved the trolleys so that they were in front on some of the shelves, making it easier to access them.

We shelved silently for five minutes, before I sighed and looked at Stiles. "What are we going to do? Jackson keeps killing people, and we still have no idea who is controlling him."

He pursed his lips, biting the lower one. He didn't know how to answer. "I don't know, but hopefully we figure it out soon."

"Well, soon can't come fast enough. We're running out of time; I can feel it."

Stiles' eyebrows creased as he looked at me curiously, but he obviously figured now wasn't the time to ask whatever he was thinking, so he left it alone.

Eventually Scott finally returned, looking very on edge.

"Why did the principal want to speak with you?" I asked as I put a book away.

He gulped, shaking his head. "It's not important, trust me."

'Okay,' I mouthed.

Scott, Stiles, Allison and I pulled one of the trolleys between two bookshelves so that we could talk whilst also looking like we were doing work.

Stiles ran Scott and Allison over everything they weren't there to hear. How Erica's father did the insurance documentation for the accident, Jackson's parents dying in that car accident, and the date of the accident.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section," Stiles explained, leaning on the trolley with one hand on a bookshelf. We were all frowning sadly, not enjoying discussing Jackson's parents' death behind his back.

"So that means when he was born. . ." I mumbled.

Stiles sighed, nodding, "They had to pull him out of her dead body."

We all took a moment, taking it all in. None of us had any idea, so hearing it for the first time was a lot.

Allison took a deep breath, her eyes looking a bit red like she may cry. "So was it an accident or not?"

With a shrug, Stiles clicked his tongue, "The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'."

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott whispered. I quickly looked around to make sure that Erica, Matt, and Jackson - especially Jackson - were minding their own business.

I couldn't see any of them, and I couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Stiles nodded lightly, letting his hand drop from the shelf to use both to lean on the trolley. "If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers."

"Are you trying to say that Isaac's dad killed Jackson's parents? Because, I'm sorry, but I don't believe that for a second," I said quickly. "He may not be a great guy, but he wouldn't kill anyone."

Scott's eyes fell on me, sadness in them. Then I remembered. Isaac said that Scott knew.

My jaw clenched and my eyes narrowed slightly. He cleared his throat, looking away quickly. This wasn't over.

"But it may not be for Jackson," Allison pointed out. "Could it be for the person controlling him?"

We all considered what she was suggesting. It was definitely a possibility. But who would want those specific people dead?

But then again, you never really can know people. I learnt that the hard way.

"We have to talk to him," Scott said all of a sudden, beginning to walk away from us. "We have to tell him."

"We can't!" I hissed so that the others in the library wound't hear me.

Allison went to grab him, but he was already out of reach. "He's not gonna. . ."

"And he's gone," I muttered, shaking my head as he turned the corner. "Seriously, if he brings any of that up to Jackson, he'll probably end up being the next one dead. I highly doubt that he's going to want to talk to Scott, of all people, about his parents."

Stiles groaned, letting his head fall back, "This just keeps getting better."

"Well, we need-"

There was suddenly a loud crashing sound and the roof above as shook. Allison, Stiles and I ducked, throwing our hands above our head.

"What the hell was that?" I gasped, searching for the source of the noise.

"Erica!" I heard Scott shout from a few aisles over.

Clenching my jaw, I stood up and ran out from where we were hiding.

"Riley! Come back!" Stiles called to me. I ignored him, taking careful steps to avoid the glass from the light on the ground and the sparks fluttering down from the roof.

It was the Kanima. It had to be.

Erica growled and another light went out. I walked faster along the aisles in search of Erica. I passed Scott, who was kneeling beside a paralyzed Matt. That was going to be hard to explain.

When I finally found her, it was too late. She was collapsing to the floor as Jackson bounded back up onto the top of the shelves. He smashed another light and broke more of the ceiling. Plaster was going everywhere, along with books.

Harris was not going to be impressed.

"Erica!" I gasped, rushing to her side. "Shit, are you okay?" Her eyes were soft, not angry at us all for once. She looked like she was in pain.
There was another loud crash, and I decided to see what was going on. "I'll be right back," I informed Erica.

I carefully crawled to the end of the aisle, to see Jackson standing in front of the blackboard. He looked like he was hypnotized, or something like that. He was also in the process of transforming into the Kanima. Half of his face was covered in scales, and he had his sharp teeth and yellow, reptilian eyes.

It was highly unsettling.

He limply picked up a piece of chalk, lifting it to the board and dragging it across its surface. He was writing something.

The whole library was silent, except for the scraping of the chalk, as we waited anxiously to see what he was writing.

Finally, his hand dropped, and I read the board.

'STAY OUT OF MY WAY. OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU'

It had to be a message from the person controlling him. Well, at least they remembered to use punctuation. I didn't think it narrowed who it was, but it was nice to know school hadn't failed us completely.

With one swift jump, Jackson leaped upwards through one of the windows up near the roof. I whistled lowly, somewhat impressed with his agility.

I felt a weird tingle travel through my body, making my skin crawl. Something was wrong.

I spun around, still on my knees, to see Erica on her side shaking violently.
"Oh, shit."

Scrambling over to her, I called everyone over, panic in my voice.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Stiles knelt down beside Erica, lifting her off of the ground slightly. "I think she's having a seizure."

Scott ran over to Erica, Stiles and I, while Allison went to tend to Matt.
"He's alive!" We heard her shout from the aisle over.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital," Stiles said urgently.

Erica shook her head profusely, "Derek, only to Derek."

"Does he really seem like the one to trust in a crisis?" I almost whispered, frightened for the girl's life. She may have been a werewolf, but she could still die.

Scott ignored Erica's plea, peering between shelves to speak to Allison, "When we get her to the hospital-"

He didn't get to finish though, because Erica cut him off. "To Derek. To Derek."

When no one said anything, Allison answered for us, telling us to go.

Scott looked like he was about to disagree. And he was. He decided he wanted to speak to Allison on his own, so he stood up and rushed over to her.

Stiles and I called his name, seeing Erica's condition as a bit more important at that point in time. Looking down at Erica, it was easy to tell that she needed help as soon as possible.

"We need to get her out of here," Stiles said, trying to make Erica as comfortable as she could be in that situation.

Pushing my hair away from my face, I nodded. "He's not going to let Allison stay here alone either. I'll stay with her."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded quickly, standing up. "Of course. Number one thing right now is to get Erica help. I'll go tell Scott."

I walked around the corner, to see Allison and Scott still kneeling and talking.
"It doesn't. . . It doesn't mean anything," Allison told Scott, not making eye contact.

Deciding that this could probably go on for a while, I chose to step in. "Don't worry, Scott, I'm going to stay with her. Go with Stiles and get Erica to Derek. Now."

He gave Allison a look, but she still wasn't looking at him.
"Okay," he mumbled. "I'll speak to you soon." He planted a quick kiss on her head, before getting back to Erica and Stiles.

As we heard them leave, Allison dialed nine-one-one for Matt, hoping that there was nothing too serious wrong with him other than his mild paralysis.

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After the ambulance picked Matt up, the paramedics tried to ask us questions, but we just gave them the whole 'it all happened so fast' shtick. After we said it for about the tenth time, they finally just gave up.

They needed to get Matt to the hospital anyway.

Allison and I stood in the car park as the ambulance drove off, waiting for someone to say something. I decided it was my turn to go first.
"Are you okay?" I asked, although it basically came out as a whisper.

I was lucky the parking lot was quiet or she probably wouldn't have heard me. In response, all she did was shrug.

"I'm headed home if you need a lift?" I offered.

She shook her head, a small sigh escaping her lips. "No, it's fine. I don't want to leave my car here overnight anyway. I'll see you tomorrow."

As she walked off to her car, I called out a goodbye, slightly confused by why she was acting so weird. She usually told me everything.

Although, she didn't always say it straight away, so she would probably call the next day to let me know what was going on in her head.

I got into my car and sat there trying to decide where I was going. I could have gone home. But that wasn't where I needed to go.

Putting my car into drive, I sped off out of the park and headed in the direction of Isaac's house.

Scott is too loyal to betray someone's trust, and Isaac was never going to tell me. Therefore, I needed to find out for myself. I needed to know what was so bad that he wouldn't even tell me to save us.

Arriving at his house, I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car.

I heard that he was staying with a relative now since he had lost both his parents and his brother, leaving him alone; but just to be sure I knocked on the door.

After a moment or two of silence, I grabbed the door handle and spun it.

Unfortunately, it didn't budge. Which made this slightly more difficult. I took a moment to think, taking in all of my surroundings. This time of year was lovely. Trees full of color, flowers blooming, fresh air swaying everywhere.

Peering down at the garden bed, I noticed a fine looking rock. Stepping towards it and picking it up, I sized it up in my hand.
"Perfect," I said to myself.

Taking a couple steps back to the door, I drew my arm back and then released, throwing the rock through the window beside the door. At least I got to throw something that day.

Reaching in carefully, I opened the door from the inside.

I took a deep breath, before stepping into the house.