Revelation
In an abandon laboratory far from the center of Beacon Hill, the twins were found in one of the main testing area. Allison was pacing back and forth, throwing a silver arrow head up in the air to catch it again. Stiles was sitting crisscross on a table with the Hale’s container in front of him. They didn’t have to wait long before Adrian Harris made his appearance through one of the doors. He was followed by some other scientists whom he instructed to leave for a while. Turning back to the other two, he opens his hands out for the container. Stiles pick it up and toss it over. The teacher began inspecting it while speaking.
“Excellent work children. I actually though you weren’t going to make it, but look at you two. You guys actually impress me sometimes.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Stiles cuts him off. “Now gives us our mother back.”
“Patience, child,” Harris coos. Allison began speaking as he open the box.
“But you promised us that if we get you your damn box, we get our mother back.”
“Well let’s just say I still need you until I get what I want.” Finally opening the box, he turns to Stiles. “Here, collect what you can get on these things.”
Without further instructions, he shook out what was inside towards Stiles’ direction. On instinct the boy thrust out his hand and collected the items in a red field. Bringing them closer for inspection he asks, “Nails? You really want me to identify overgrown fingernails?”
With a scowl, Harris replies, “Those are what you need to scan if you want your mother back.”
Unaware to the two, Allison felt a vibration in her coat. Discreetly checking her phone she found Scott’s number appearing with the message, ‘Meet me by the school in 15 minutes.’ Placing it back in her coat she watches Stiles and Harris exchange a couple more venomous words before the latter finally left.
Turning towards her brother she opens her mouth to speak when Stiles interrupted her. “Don’t even.”
“What do you mean?” she tries to play it off.
“I know you want to see Scott right now.”
“What did I say about you reading my mind?”
“To not do it.” At this moment Stiles was sitting more comfortably while he waved his hands and fingers around the floating claws. “But it still doesn’t help that I still can’t control my powers. I still feel connected to you when I don’t need to.”
Knowing that that was the end of one conversation, Allison went back to the other one. “So why can’t I see Scott again?”
“It might be a trap again. We can’t risk that.”
“But Scott is different. I don’t know how, but when I talk to him he seems genuinely sincere.”
Stiles sat there quietly for a while before asking her, “Do you trust him?”
“As much as I trust you,” she answers honestly.
“Alright, but anything happens you rip them apart.”
“Hopefully it won’t come to that,” she mumbles before speeding out a different exit.
Scott sat by himself on the bleacher hoping Allison would make it. He just got to talk to her about what went down the other night. He was so lost in thought that he missed a sudden breeze in front of him. It wasn’t until he heard a cough that he finally looks up.
Still in her Quicksilver attire, Allison walks up to the werewolf and sat down next to him. The two sat in complete silence before Scott blurts out, “Uh, I didn’t bring anybody else if you are worried.”
She smiles a little at his concern for her. “It’s alright, I check earlier before I came.”
“Oh, okay,” Scott ends awkwardly.
Seeing his hesitant, Allison asks, “What was it you want to talk about?”
Finally looking up into her dark chocolate eyes, he told with more confident, “I want to talk about you.”
“Me?”
“And your brother.”
Scooting back she began speaking, “Look, if all you want is a way to get something-”
“No!” Scott exclaims. “I just meant why are you two doing this?”
“That’s a long story,” she said quietly.
“I’ve got time.” He places a reassuring hand on top of hers.
Allison seemed hesitant at first but she began to reconsider. As he slowly strokes her hands with his thumb, Allison began speaking. “I guess you can say that I’ve always been this way. In fact I don’t really remember anything specific in my past besides Stiles and I being this way.”
“How did you come to be this way?”
“Blackmail,” was the only thing she said. When Scott just nodded, she continues. “One of the guys doing this separated our mom from us. He promised us that if we succeed our mission we can see her again. It’s just that,” at this point she was in tears, “it has been over ten years since we last saw her. The last time I saw her she told me to protect myself and Stiles so that we can be together again one day.”
Scott pulled the poor crying girl into an embrace while she continues to bawl on his shoulder. “I’m afraid I won’t see her again.”
“It’s alright, I’ll help you find her,” Scott promises.
“Scott you can’t do that,” she sniffles. “We’re enemies.”
“No, we are not. You just showed me that you are doing this against your will. I won’t let this person stand for this. You deserve to be with your mother, and I’ll help you get her back.”
“But what about your pack?”
“Yeah, what about your pack, McCall?” Jackson voice came out of nowhere.
Looking up Scott and Allison saw the werewolf portion of the pack walking up to the two. Standing up quickly, Allison growls at Scott, “I thought you said we were alone.”
“I thought we were, too.” Turning towards Derek, he asks, “What’s going on?”
“I thought we agreed to not encounter them until they made the first move.”
“But they aren’t at fault here. They need our help.”
“Yeah, right,” Malia growls. As her eyes flash a cold blue, she said, “I’m not helping anyone who hurts me, my girl, and my family.”
“Same,” Erica growls.
Flashing his red alpha eyes at the girls Scott growls out, “Stand down.” When they did, he look towards his co-alpha. “Please, Derek, I know you heard what she and Stiles are going through. They are just much a victim as we are. Please, Derek.”
“I don’t know,” he replies while pinching the bridge of his nose.
Allison just looks on before a voice whispered in her head. Help me… They are coming…
“Stiles…”
“What about Stiles?” Isaac asks urgently at her tone.
“They’re coming for him. I’ve got to go.”
As she made a speed out when Scott and Isaac grabs a hold of the speedster. When they did the world became one of fast moving colors. It lasted for about fifteen seconds before they came to a halt.
While the boys were trying to reshape the world around them, Allison turns to glare at them. “What do you two think you’re doing? You shouldn’t be here.”
“I promised that I’ll help you,” Scott says.
Turning to the tall blond, Isaac says, “I will always follow Scott. He’s my brother until the end.”
“You know we have hunters in this place.”
“We’ve had worst.”
“Are you sure?” she asks one last time.
“Yes,” the two answers.
“And your pack?”
“They’ll most likely be here within the hour.”
“Of course.” Turning towards the intimidating building Allison threw her hoodie over her head before saying, “Let’s go save my brother.”