Raving - 4

                                    

                                          
Erica, Isaac and I brought Jackson into an empty storage space and tied him up. We didn't want him to attack us or escape. 
                          
When the door opened, Erica was quick to react thinking it was a threat since she was closet and almost leaped on Stiles. 
                          
"Uh, no, no, no!" He exclaimed startled like the rest of us. "Just me, it's just me." He assured. "Don't freak." He closed the door. 
                          
"He's okay?" Stiles asked, pointing to unconscious Jackson. 
                          
Isaac shrugged. "Well, let's find out." He drew out his claws but before he could use them, Jackson extended an arm. He grabbed his arm and held him tight, so tight you could hear his bones breaking. 
                          
"God!" Isaac groaned in pain. Jackson let go and he fell back. I grabbed Isaac's arm and lifted his sleeve to check his arm. 
                          
It was healing, slowly. 
                          
"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles said warningly. 
                          
"Oh, I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out?" Isaac groaned with pain. 
                          
I nod. "It's supposed to, but apparently, this is all we're going to get." I looked at them all. "So, let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight." 
                          
Jackson's eyes opened and glared at us, not looking a tiny bit normal whatsoever. "I'm here." That is not creepy at all. "I'm right here with you." His voice was all disoriented. 
                          
"Jackson, is that you?" Stiles asked, crouching in front of him. 
                          
"Us." He corrected. "We're all here." 
                          
I met Stiles' eye and stepped closer, arms crossed over my chest at Jackson or who ever the hell was speaking now. 
                          
"Are you the one killing people?" 
                          
"We are the ones killing murderers." 
                          
"So, all the people you've killed so far--" Stiles started and Jackson finished. 
                          
"Deserved it." 
                          
"See, we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers." I said. "Those people you killed have never been accused of anything." 
                          
Stiles dad was researching it. Stiles informed of the process, they don't know much but Stiles made sure to check any criminal record. 
                          
"Anything can break if enough pressure is applied." 
                          
I frowned starting to get confused. "All right. So, the people you're killing are all 'murderers', then?" 
                          
"All. Each. Every one."
                          
I shook my head, "No. A baby is orphaned, she doesn't deserve that."
                          
"Her parents did." 
                          
"Well who did they murder?" Stiles asked, interrupting before I could argue back with him. 
                          
"Me." 
                          
"Wait, what?" That didn't make any sense he's right here. "What do you mean?" Stiles asked confused. 
                          
"They murdered me. They murdered me." 
                          
I started to back away along with Isaac and Erica as his eyes started turning a different mix of colors, yellow and orange and his eyes became slitted and he cracked his neck. 
                          
"Okay. All right, more ketamine." Stiles ordered. "The man needs ketamine. Come on!" Stiles demanded as Jackson's hand extended claws dripping with venom. 
                          
"We don't have any more." Isaac responded. 
                          
Stiles looked at him slowly. "You used the whole bottle?"