Teen Wolf Season 6

Chapter Nineteen: Broken Glass

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"They all said the same thing. Gerard." Gilberto tells Chris.

"I need to find Derek Hale." Chris says.

"You can't just find him. They said he turned into a wolf and disappeard into the fog." Gilberto says.

"He drove a car." Chris says.

"The lobisomem drives no car." Gilberto says.

"Trust me. He drove." Chris says.

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"There were twelve bodies." Gilberto says as they walk to where the bodies were. "Interpol put out a red alert for Derek Hale. Who would  believe me if I tried to tell them the truth?" The two walk to a wall, that has the words 'Beacon Hills' written on it. "Do you know it?" Gilberto asks. Chris sighs.

"It's where it all started. And where it's all gonna end." Chris says.

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Jesse's POV

I stand in the Armory in the shadows, leaning against a wall with my back to it, and my arms crossed. They think I'm here because I want to join their cause. Psh. As if. The truth is, I just wanted to see for myself how bad this is. What we were up against. I know Luka told me it was bad, but... I don't know, I guess I just wanted to see it for myself. I frown as I scan the room. I recognize almost everyone here. These are people I interact with everyday. There's a nurse that I recognize from the hospital. She was the one who took care of my dad when he had a heart attack a few years back. And a young girl, who can't be anymore than seventeen. She sat behind me and Dad at Stiles' lacrosse games. And an older guy, he's a regular customer of ours. He brings in his car whenever it has problems. Which is often, by the way. My frown deepens. These people are out to kill my friends.

"Take a good look." Monroe says. I look up, curious about what she was going on about now. My eyes widen when I see Ethan tied to an electric fence, electricity coursing through his body every so often. I push myself off the wall, and let my arms fall to my side.

"Ethan." I breath. He looks up slightly when I say his name. I blink. Yeah, I'm never gonna get used to their super hearing.

"We keep that current of electricity coursing through him because otherwise he'd rip through his bindings. Because otherwise he'd break free and kill us." Monroe says, making me roll my eyes and mentally scoff. Yeah, because all werewolves are monsters like that. I think sarcastically. Apparently, these people are kill first, ask questions never kind of people. They don't care if the werewolf has never hurt anyone a day in his life. Apparently, they don't know the definition of a 'True Alpha'. Speaking of Scott, where the hell is he when you need him?

"I'd start with you." I hear Ethan say. I can't help but chuckle silently at this. Yeah, I'm willing to bet that everyone of us want her dead. I stop listening to Monroe and I scan the room, trying to come up with a plan to get Ethan out of here. I'm coming up blank, though. There's far too many people here. I'm sure if I even got just a little bit close to him, Monroe would have everyone here attack me, just for trying to help him. In other words, it'd basically be a suicide mission. Ethan screams, making me wince, and making me feel even more hopeless than I already do. Damn it. I stop when I see an all too familiar face. I had to do a double take, because she looks different than I remember. Her hair is shorter. Instead of her hair being just past her waist, it's now just barely past her ears. Elena.

"You." Monroe says, and I glance up, curious as to who she was talking to. She's talking to the girl. "What's your name?"

"Sydney." Sydney says.