Curse Breaker

Immediately after Scott spoke, a black blur exploded out of the house. Too low and compact to shoot, too fast to follow with human eyes.

That didn't mean roll over and die though.

"Circle up!" Chris yelled in all his militaristic glory.

Scott and the others began covering their backsides as they formed a circle, listening to the beast prowl through the encroaching dark of Beacon Hills forest.

"Scott—" Chris started.

"He won't hurt her." Scott was already on it.

They all kept their weapons at the ready and their eyes alert. But there was only so much one could do.

The Alpha struck, bounding out of the surrounding woodland and lunging at Chris.

All Scott heard was a grunt and Chris was on his back with no weapon. Before he could properly react, Alison was rolling through the dead leaves away from her compound bow.

Scott growled, "Pete—"

The Alpha hammered a fist into his gut and threw him to the ground. In the midst of it all Scott could see him. Vermillion eyes trained on Kate as if she'd leave upon his distraction. As if his revenge would leave upon his distraction.

He was gone again before Scott even hit the ground.

Playing with his food.

Ramping up the suspense as if there were a physical dial that he had complete control of.

Setting the stage for what he must've dreamed of endlessly. Until it was burned into his brain, as Kates actions were once burned into his skin. Literally.

"COME ONNNN!!" Kate was an impatient woman. And fear makes even the patient, impatient.

Scott rolled in the grass, gaining sight of Alison. She crawled over to him, checking him over even in all the madness. Tears illuminating reflective liquid lines on her fair skin. Her hair cradled her face in wet brown coils. She looked so scared. He would've done anything to fix it in those moments. He would do anything.

Peter Hale was his anything.

Speak of the devil.

Kate's paranoia left her spinning around the forest in search of the Alpha. Front…. Back….. Left ….Rig—

The barrel of her gun slammed into a hand. Just as she recognized Peter was the one holding it, he twisted the weapon along with her hand, snapping her wrist until bone burst through her thin skin.

She screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Peter silenced her with a hand over her throat and threw her into the Hale House.

"No!"

Alison burst to her feet, led onto the chase by a conflicting concoction of emotion. It's consistency altered and adjusted with every experience since her Aunts troubling arrival.

***

Dry, old, broken. The Hale House was ancient. Full of memories and injustices left to settle incorrectly over the busted floorboards and artistry like dust. Dust that was ruffled and unsettled as Alison ran through the building in search of Kate and Peter.

She didn't need a map to know where she was headed.

After entering through the front door, she turned left and found herself in a living room. Windows foggy and disconnected from the outside world.

Peter stood at the end of the room holding Kates back to her with his claws over her throat. Her eyes were so wide Alison could see the whites all the way around.

Peter looked inhuman even before transforming as he held her.

"She's beautiful, Kate." Peter said while watching Alison.

"She looks like you." He added, "….Probably not as damaged. So, I'm going to give you a chance to save her."

Alison's heart skipped a beat. What did he want? What was being offered in exchange for Alison's life?

What else could it be?

"Apologize." The broken man beneath shone in Peter's eyes, glossed over by tears of rage. "Say that you're sorry for decimating my family— for leaving me burned and broken. Lost and powerless. For six loooong years. Say it! And I'll let her live, Kate."

Kate's breaths were a physical movement now. She worked to speak over the thickness of Peter's fingers— his intensity.

"I'm s-sorry."

The tears vanished from Peters eyes. The Alpha was back, deranged and unconvinced. His face changed, forming an expression that seemed to embody the words, "Well, that was a let down."

In a flash the skin of his hand turned black and thick as leather. Claws like hooks extended from his fingers and gave him the tools he needed to w

right the wrongs she committed.

With a single rip, four thick gashes of red opened up in Kate's throat and she hit the ground in a spray of blood.

She was dead before she hit the floor.

Peter stood in the dark of the Hale House, bathing in his own vengeance, exhaling with barely contained ecstasy as he ran a hand over his slick brown hair, letting her lifeblood wet his scalp

"I don't know about you Alison, but that apology didn't feel very sincere. Not one bit."

Alison backed away. Peter advanced, stopping only when Scott stepped out of the shadows and placed himself in front of Alison.

"Scott. Long time no see." There was no humor in Peters voice. And even less in his eyes when he looked off to his left.

Derek entered the room, fully transformed and ready for blood. Family had never held such a lacking importance as Peter watched his Nephew.

There was nothing left to he said. Nothing but one final word.

"Run."

Alison turned heel and ran for her father. As badly as she wanted to pull Scott from the madness and apologize a million times for the part she played in it all, there was only one thing she could do.

Run.

The second her feet hit the ground outside, Scott and Derek descended on Peter.

From opposing ends, they leapt after him.

Peter reached up for them both, throwing them back into the walls of the Hale House.

Scott was the first on his feet, driven into facing the Monster for one reason. For the cure. For Alison. For his mother and friends.

He slashed at the Alphas face. Peter ducked effortlessly and swept his legs out from under him. Before Scott could hit the ground, Peter caught him by his jacket and threw him into the ceiling.

He fell along with a series of wooden panels.

Derek soared over Scott and slammed his feet into Peters chest. The Alpha stumbled into a table at the back of the room, hitting it hard enough to knock the dust off.

Before Derek could land another strike, Peter pushed himself off the table and roared. His jaws extended grotesquely and his teeth sharpened like knives.

He punched Derek backward. Scott caught the Werewolf and shoved him back into Peter.

The two began working the Alpha into the corner. Ducking, dodging, ripping tearing. All the while Peter was slowly changing.

In the end, his power was only rising. There's was waning with every swing.

Peter caught both of their punches and flung them across the room like playthings.

They hit the floor hard and had barely enough time to prepare for the unveiling of Peters murderous Alpha form.

He shook and growled— screaming at times, as his muscles bubbled beneath his skin. His trench coat ripped at the seams and fell off of him revealing the leathery black skin. Fur slowly began to cover him like armor. Claws extended. Fangs bared themselves.

The Alpha had arrived.

***

"Dad! Get up, we need to help the—" Alison's words were cut short as the top floor window of the Hale House burst open.

Scott rolled off the balcony and crashed into the floor beside them, covered in gashes and bruises from head to toe.

Without a moments added hesitation, he was on his feet.

The Alpha roared and burst through the window after him. Due to his size he broke through more wall than window, hitting the ground on legs capable of both bipedal and quadrupedal movement.

Scott didn't have enough time to react as the Alpha grabbed him by the throat and picked him up.

His adrenaline was so high he couldn't even feel how tired he was. Perfect.

He slashed at the Alphas face cutting his eyes before kicking him square in the chest.

"AAAUHRGH!!" Peter roared and stumbled backward onto the Hale House steps.

Scott's ears twitched as a vehicle with an all too good engine screeched to a stop behind him. The door swung open and Stiles stepped out holding a bottle. The liquids inside were strong enough to pain Scott's nose even from where he stood.

Stiles threw the bottle square at the Alpha. It was pitiful.

Peter caught it and roared at the human that once denied his gift.

"Ohhhhhh shit." Stiles mumbled.

Scott's brain scrambled. He couldn't beat it one on one. Not with so many people to protect. But he couldn't afford to lose. His worst enemy was also his only cure.

He suddenly realized his foot was catching on something. He looked down and found Alison's bow hidden in the leaves.

No time to waste.

He grabbed her bow and tossed it to her. She was already waiting for it.

The second she caught it, she loaded her arrow and fired. Every consecutive year of training and competition had all led up to this moment.

The arrow whistled through the night air. Such a calm and innocent sound. It felt unfitting considering it's purpose….

The bottle exploded as the arrow smashed into it. The dozens of shattered glass pieces and it's friction beside the liquid was all it took. The flames erupted, eating up the Alphas arm with no hesitation. The smell of burnt hair was almost too much.

And it only grew worse as Peter shook and screamed, fanning the flames more and more until he was a walking beast on fire.

But a the flames had already tried to take Peter.

And they failed.

He lunged for Alison, spewing fire and blood like a demon.

"No!" Scott yelled and shoulder charged Peter off track.

The Alpha stumbled and rolled as the flames consumed him until there wasn't much left. He came to a stop at the entrance into the thicker woodland and fell to his knees. Not as a wolf, but as a man.

Scott stood frozen in front of the Hale House.

They'd never seen something so horrifying.

He'd fallen but nothing felt ri—

A hand fell on his shoulder. Cold, frail, soft. Alison. Now that the madness had died down he was left to remember. She saw him.

He couldn't face her.

She pulled at him.

Hesitantly, he turned.

Her brown eyes watched him intently. Not as horrified as he imagined. But as beautiful as he remembered. This is what he was fighting for.

Her hand gripped his tightly.

"Im so sorry…. I'm so—"

Scott put his forehead against her. Just to feel her warmth. Despite the heat of everything around him, there was just some things he couldn't get tired of.

"Shhh." He whispered. "None of it matters. I'll fix this."

He backed away from her, ready to do what he'd planned for ever since Derek told him of it.

A cure.

And end to the curse placed on him on that fateful full moon night.

If a Beta desires to be human again, they have to kill the one that changed them.

Scott had to kill Peter Hale. And there he was. Off in the distance, burned again. Barely alive.

And there was Derek, standing over him.

Scott's blood ran cold.

"D-Derek?"

The older Werewolf didn't reply. Only opening his hand to stretch his claws.

"Derek don't!" Scott pleaded and took a step. "We had an agreement. If you do that, I can't be cured. I'll be a Werewolf forever and then I can't be with Alison."

Derek shook his head, "Sorry Scott, change of plan—"

An arrow whistled past Scott and ripped through Derek's throat.

"Ughk!!" Derek stumbled forward, grabbing at his bleeding throat profusely.

The suddenness of it all was so jarring. He'd almost lost it all just like that. At the drop of a hat. There were a million other universes where the arrow was never fired. A million other universes where Scott was stuck with the curse.

Not this time.

He took off for Peters body, willing his transformation to take him over.

After a few seconds he came to a stop, standing over Peters charred body. His breaths so silent he almost couldn't hear them over Derek's blood curdling coughs in the distance.

Peter watched him intently. Fighting for air. Fighting to hang onto life. To keep the curse alive in Scott. To keep him in danger and away from the life he often dreamed of having.

It was only Peter. The only one in his way.

"I love you, Scott…" Alisons whisper cut through the silence like a blade and severed all semblances of hesitation in a flash. Peter saw it change in his eyes and smiled.

Romanticism. True love, never ending infatuation— puppy love. Sweet, intense. Able to lash out at any and all who oppose it with the ferocity of a wolf.

Peter opposed it. And thus, the hunter became the hunted.

Scott ripped out Peters throat like the physical cure was hidden in his vocal cords.

Blood splattered on the dead leaves, wolves howled, sirens screamed.

Scott stood frozen over Peters body for an unknown time. Swelling with emotions. Relief, exhaustion, pain, fear, horror, grief.

He'd killed someone. But it was for them. And he was a bad man.

Scott backed away from Peters body, turning to find Alison facing him. Stiles, Jackson and Chris loomed in the background.

Alison grabbed his face. "I meant what I said. And you did what you had to do. I love you, Scott."

Scott pulled Alison close and kissed her. He kissed her in ways he never had. Tasted the skin of her lips as if he'd been starved for decades. Took in her smells as if the worlds most alluring perfume was etched into the very fiber of her being. He kissed her like he knew he could truly be with her. Because he was huma—

"GoOd jOb….ScOtT…"

Alison jumped as Scott pulled away from her with a jolt, spinning to face Peters body.

Still dead. Even though he heard—

Scott screamed as his spine snapped. He dropped the floor, groaning in pain.

"Scott! What's wrong?!" Alison pleaded.

"Get back!" Scott swatted at the air in front of him with three inch black talons.

More bones snapped. Blood spilled from his mouth as fangs ripped open his gums. His skin split from the abrupt muscle growth that left him steaming as if he too had been burned. How symbolic.

"Scott please!! What's happening!"

"Scott!! Scott!" Stiles and the others called out to him.

"Alison get back!" Chris yelled for his daughter before pulling her away.

The last thing she saw was Scott look up at her. Eyes turning from Gold to a violent blood red.

Then he took off..

The howls in the distance suddenly felt much more ominous. Because now they knew they weren't just hearing dogs and coyotes in the wild.

They were hearing Scott. Beacon Hills newest Alpha. Cursed all the same.