“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” Scott/Kira, Teen Wolf
Her heart racing, Kira pounds around the corner, charging down the hallway and trying not to skewer herself in the process. In the tiny corner of her brain that isn’t concerned with desperately trying to stay alive and out of the teeth of the god-knows-what chasing her, she wonders why monsters seem to like the high school so much. It smells like teenagers and gym socks, so it wouldn’t be her first choice, but maybe Beacon Hills High actually is on a Hellmouth? It certainly gets enough activity to be one. But where the hell was a Slayer when you needed one?
She’s jolted back into the present as she feels the wind from a heavy swipe from one clawed appendage behind her, too close for comfort. She slows and whirls around–did that thing have tusks??–ducking and rolling to come up on the other side of this damn monster of the week.
Kira stands in challenge, sword in hand and electricity crackling around her, pooled in her other palm. Her kitsune is angry, pacing around inside her ribcage, demanding to be let loose. She controls it, lightly, reminding it of their purpose.
Scott howls from somewhere outside and she’s relieved; she could take down this guy on her own, probably, but it never hurts to have help. She hears the bang of the front door as she swings to parry the creature’s first attack, and it yelps in pain, the electrified blade connecting with a meaty thunk.
Kira withdraws a little, skipping backwards to circle and give herself a little more time. She keeps moving, drawing it out and feinting to get it to let down its defenses. Catching an opening, she goes for it, but she miscalculates; as it’s about to strike down at her, it staggers and she ducks, wildly wondering if this is it, if she’s gonna get a claw in the neck because she thought she could be faster.
Somehow, she has time to dive away, and when she drags herself back to her feet, sees that Scott has leapt right into the fray, clawing at the back of the creature’s next and springing off to land next to her, out of breath and shaking sweat out of his eyes.
“Took you long enough,” she said, grinning.
“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could,” he said, and he looks so worried for a moment, as if he’s really not sure he didn’t let her down. She rolls her eyes and takes the opportunity to fend off the next attack as the creature regains its breath and goes for Scott, clearly intending to squash him with some combination of its own limbs and forward momentum.
“Scott, if you die right now, I’m gonna kill you,” she pants, shoving him out of the way and slicing at the creature’s ankles. “We’re all good, let’s just kick ass so we can actually have a school to go to tomorrow.”
Scott’s face melts into a smile, and then he grins ferally, eyes glinting red and teeth elongating.
Sure, being the Beacon Hills Defense Squad sucked a lot of the time. But tonight, with a straightforward opponent and the combined strength of an alpha and a kitsune at their disposal, both of them thought it could be much, much worse.