☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ this isn't just a scarf, alright? y'know, it also doubles up as a super awesome cape. ❜
lois was waiting for superman -
not a teenage beta with a bad
attitude and a habit of wearing
...
The three teenagers launched themselves at the door when it was shoved open, paranoid and ready to take down anyone that tried to get close to Jackson, only to all fall back at who they saw.
"Hey— no, no!" Stiles yelled out, raising his arms in surrender as he shuffled into the hut. "No! Just me— it's just me. Don't freak!"
Lois rolled her eyes and pushed a hand through her hair, the curls now frizzy and tangled. They knew that catching Jackson was going to be hard, but they hadn't really anticipated quite how much of the ketamine it would actually take for him to remain in as much of an unconscious state as they could get him. It seemed that no matter how much they gave him, he continued to wake up and hiss at them. On the sixth round of drugging him, he had stayed that way, so they had left him to it.
Stiles spared a glance at his best friend and nodded to himself when he decided that she looked fine, not ripped into a million pieces like he had half expected. He didn't trust her life with any of the betas, and certainly not with the drugged up kanima in front of them. He was least trustworthy.
"He okay?"
"Well—" Isaac shrugged his shoulders, "—let's find out."
The beta strode over to Jackson, slicing the air with his claws and a smirk. He leant down to the lacrosse captain and went to slice his skin, only for a half-conscious Jackson to stop his arm mid-air, twisting the bones so far that Lois heard them crunch.
