Chapter 97 - Raw Talent

                                    

                                          
Scott hangs up the voicemail from Stiles and looks up to me "We'll try to figure this out, find Argent– maybe this all won't be something big and we can just tell him when it's over."
I throw him a grateful look, nodding my head to the side as I concede "We give it a few days– week at most and if it gets to be too much over our heads... we'll call him."
Scott stands up in front of me and sets his hands on my shoulders, lifting the corners of his mouth "Deal– let's head back to the woods."
Once we get to the preserve Scott has a far off look in his eyes and he just starts running. Not slowing or looking back, just hopping over trees and running through the dark woods with Lydia, Malia and I trying to follow behind him.
After running for who knows how long, Malia shares a look with me before offering to Scott in front of us "We can still catch him."
Scott seems to break out of whatever trance he was in, the four of us stopping our running steps. He turns to look back at us as he furrows his brows "Catch who?"
I set my hands on my hips, trying to slow my breathing I really hate running
Malia frowns and shares a look with Lydia and I before answering him "The killer– what were you thinking about?"
Scott holds up the bullet casing in between his fingers we found next to the dead hellhound, looking down to the end of it with the fluer-de-lis "Getting the bullet to Argent."
"Even if he's the one who fired it?" Malia questions and I nod, connecting my eyes with Scott's "Especially if he's the one."
Scott takes a step away from us, his feet freezing in place when he turns back to look at us "Do you hear that?"
Malia nods and fills in for the non heightened hearing banshees "Heartbeats"
Panic flashes across Scott's face as he rushes out "A lot of them– they're coming."
Lydia and I share a confused look before we look back to him "Who?"
Scott turns back towards the tree line that the apparent heartbeats are coming from, becoming absolutely horrified as he orders back to us "Hunters– run!"
Scott takes off running, the three of us taking a second before Malia looks around and we take off running behind him "Scott, wait! Scott!"
He ignores us and continues to run at a pace we can't even hope to catch up with. Malia thankfully sticks with us, however I don't miss the worried look on her face as we dodge trees and attempt to keep Scott in our view. 
We don't see anyone else chasing after us and once we get into a little break of the trees we see Deputies– all with their guns drawn and flashlights pointed at a pair of people laying on the ground well at least we caught up to Scott
Once we get closer I grimace taking notice that the two people are Noah and Scotty. 
Noah lifts one of his hands towards the Deputies and warns "It's okay. Everybody, stay back– it's just a kid."
We're closing the distance between us when we hear one of the female deputies question "What's wrong with is eyes?" he's got glaucoma 
"Fuck, that's not good" I grumble, the three of us pushing our feet into the ground faster as Jordan's voice rings out "You heard the Sheriff, stand down!"
Stopping in front of Scott who is kneeled down on the ground, I land on my knees in front of him and set my hands on his forearms, inquiring through my panting breaths "Scotty, what happened?"