Amara's outfit:
Chapter Twenty-Three
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Amara sat on the ground, with her back against her bed when her mother walked in. "What are you thinking about?" Makena asked as she sat down next to Amara, "My friends being distant, me almost dying the other night, my father got into my friends head to get her to use Derek and I to bring him back..." Amara trailed off slightly before sighing.
"My one chance at a relationship going to shit because her mom killed herself before my cousin bit her while trying to save my life." Amara said before looking at her mother with a tired smile, "You know, the usual." Amara said and Makena chuckled sadly before wrapping her arm around her daughter.
"I'm sorry you have to go through all of this." Makena said and Amara sighed as she leaned her head on her mother's shoulder. "It's fine. I can deal with all of this, I'm just tired." Amara said and Makena nodded, "I know." She said while kissing the top of Amara's head.
All of the sudden the door bell rang making Makena sigh, "I'll go get that. You try to get as much sleep as you can before the game, okay?" Makena said and Amara nodded slightly before Makena walked out.
Makena walked downstairs and opened the door before her face fell slightly. "Go away." She said as she stared at Peter who smiled at her, "You still look beautiful." He said and Makena took a deep breath. All of the suddenly Peter groaned slightly when Makena's palm connected with his cheek and a low smack rang throughout the house.
"I said go away." Makena said and Peter sighed softly, "I just want to see my daughter." Peter said and Makena glared at him. "No. You do not get to call her your daughter anymore. You do not get to have the privilege of being her father." Makena said before glancing up at the stairs and lowering her voice slightly.
"She waited six years to have her father back and what does he do when he wakes up? Oh right. He pretended to still be comatose and went on a killing spree." Makena said and Peter raised his eyebrows slightly. "Do remember that she's the one who gave Derek permission to kill me." Peter said making Makea look at him crazy.
"Because murdered her cousin! You bit her best friend, you went on a killing spree chased her and her friends around the highschool, you attacked her and her friends. And let's not forget the newest thing you've done. You tormented Lydia to make her use Amara and Derek to bring you back." Makena said before shoving him away from the door way.
"You had a chance to be her father again and you threw it away. Don't ever try to talk to or be a father to Amara." Makena said and went to close the door but stopped, "And since you're alive now, I'll be expecting child support every month now." She said before slamming the door in her face.
Amara, who had been listening the whole time, sucked in a deep breath before wiping a tear away.
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"Your dad coming?" Scott asked Stiles as Amara sat down next to him on the bench at the lacrosse game. "Yeah, he's already here." Stiles said as he glanced back at his dad, "You seen Allison?" Scott asked and Amara sighed. "I highly doubt she'd come after everything. Have you seen Lydia?" She asked and they shook their heads, "Not yet." Scott said.
"You know what's going on?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed, "Not yet." He said. "It's gonna be bad, isn't it? Like, people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming-kind of bad?" Stiles asked and Amara nodded slightly, "More than likely." She said making Stiles sigh.
"Guys... The other night, seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just... I want to help, you know? But I can't do the things that you can do. I can't-" Stiles said before looking over at Scott and Amara, "It's okay." Scott said and Stiles shook his head slightly.
"We're losing, dude." Stiles said and then Coach walked up to them, "The hell are you talking about?.The game hasn't even started! Now, put your helmet on and get out there. You're in for Greenberg." Coach said making Stiles look at him alarmed. "What? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles asked and Coach scoffed, "What happened to Greenberg? He sucks! You suck... slightly less." Coach said and Stiles' eyes widened.
"I'm playing??? On the field??? With the team???" Stiles asked and Coach nodded, "Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself..." He said sarcastically. "I already did that today- twice." Stiles said making them all look at him weird, "TMI." Amara said. "Get the hell out there!" Coach yelled and Stiles scrambled to get this things, almost tripping over his own feet as he ran out to the field.
"This is gonna be a train wreck, isn't it?" Amara asked and Scott shook his head, "Probably." He said and she chuckled and when to say something but they heard someone else talk. "Scott, can you hear me?" They heard Gerard say making them look at each other alarmed.
"Ah, you both can. Good. Then listen closely, because the game is about to get interesting... Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott, Amara. I'll give you until the last thirty seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from thirty, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone. So, you tell me, Scott- who's gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or maybe Miss. Adisa, Amara's mother. Or the Sheriff, your best friend's father? Or, how about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha?" Gerard said making Amara's eyes widen as she glanced around to see Lydia sit down next to Melissa and Makena.
"Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole lives ahead of them? Or should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous coach? It's up to you. But, you are going to help me take Derek down... because if you don't, I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood."
"We can't give him Derek." Amara said as she looked over at Scott, "He doesnt want to just kill Derek and you know that." She said and Scott sighed and shook his head slightly. "I know." He said as the referee blew the whistle. They looked back out at the field, watching Stiles glance up in shock as the ball landed right in the pocket of his lacrosse stick.
But before he can even turn around, a player rams into him, the sound of crunching pad brings audible groans from the crowd. At the next whistle blow the ball landed in front of Stiles making him quickly try to scoop it up, failing to do so in the process while opposing players converge on him. Another vicious crunch sets the crowd flinching back while Scott and Amara both sigh, putting their head int their hands.
Another whistle blow and Stiles tries to catch a pass, but the ball bounces right off his helmet. The ref blew the whistle and Scott stood up making Coach run over and push him back down onto the bench. "Sit down, McCall." Coach said, "But Coach, we're dying out there!" Scott said and Coach looked at him and nodded.
"Oh, I'm aware of that! Now sit." Coach said and a second after Coach walked away someone sat down next to Amara making them look over to see Isaac. "You came to help." Scott said and Isaac looked at then and smirked, "I came to win." He said as he put his gloves on.
They all looked over at Gerard who looked back at them, unprepared to see Isaac with them now. "You got a plan yet?" Isaac asked and Amara sighed, "Right now, it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone." She said and Isaac looked at Scott. "Well, that might be easier if you're actually in the game. We have to make it so Coach has no choice but to play you." He said and Scott sighed in exasperation, "How do we do that? He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field." He said.
Amara glanced over at the other players on the bench and hummed slightly, "Well- He'll have no choice if theres no more players to put out." She said and the guys instantly got what she was saying. "Can do it without putting anyone in the hospital?" Scott asked and Isaac shrugged, "I can try." He said before getting up.
Isaac paused slightly as he walked past Jackson to take his position and Jackson turns an icy gaze on him. Isaac just smirked at him, eliciting a curious look from Jackson. The whistle blows and the ball drops. In the crash of players, Isaac knocks into a fellow Beacon Hills teammate and sends him crashing to the dirt.
"Lahey!" Coach yelled at the crowd groaned while Amara watched in amusement. "Ramirez! You're in." Coach yelled and a player from the bench quickly ran out to the field while the injured teammate is helped past Scott and Amara.
With another whistle blow and another brutal crash, a second teammate comes rolling toward Coach's feet. "Murphy. You're in." Coach said and another player ran out to the field. Another whistle blew and Isaac knocked two more players down making the crowd groan while Amara laughed.
"Lahey, what the hell's your problem!" Isaac glances back at Coach and holds his hands up in apology.
A couple minutes later bodies crash into each other and among several downed players, Isaac also hits the ground. Rolling to his feet, Jackson glances back, lips pulled together in a devious smile. Amara's eyes widened when she noticed Isaac wasn't getting back up making ber quickly run over to him with Scott not far behind her..
"You okay?" Amara asked as she got down next to him, "It's not broken. But I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me. I can feel it spreading." Isaac said as a couple EMTs helped him onto a stretcher. Amara growled lowly under her breath as her and Scott both looked over at Gerard.
"You want to play chess, Scott? Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns."Â Gerard said and Amara looked over at Scott, "Is me burning his alive good enough for a pawn?" She asked and Scott sighed as they both stood up. Coach ran up and the EMTs started to carry Isaac away and he sighed, "McCall..." Coach as he smacked a helmet to Scott's chest.
"Either you're in, or we forfeit." He said before handing Scott a stick and walking away while Melissa and Makena ran up to them. "Hey, something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game?" Makena asked and Amara sighed, "Every lacrosse game is always something more than a lacrosse game." She said and Scott nodded.
"You should go." Scott said and Melissa shook her head, "Oh, I'm not going anywhere. And everything I said before? Forget it. All of it. Okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to." Melissa said and Scott looked at Amara who nodded. "I will." He said before putting his helmet on and running out to the field.
A little while later Scott ran down the field, a ball in his net before his eyes widened when the Abomination ran at him, pushing him down to the ground. Amara sighed softly as Stiles quickly managed to get the ball before also getting pushed down..
"Don't you know what you're really bargaining for, Scott? Haven't you guessed what the real offer on the table is? It's Derek or Amara. If you give me Derek, I'll let Amara live." Amara heard Gerard say making her glance around, not being able to find him anywhere making her eyes widen before Scott ran over to her.
"What do we do?" Scott asked and she sighed, "Keep playing. Keep an eye on Jackson, Stiles, our moms, the Sheriff, and Lydia. I'll go find Isaac." She said and he nodded. "Be careful." He said and she nodded, "You too." She said before running off in the direction of the locker room.
When she gets to the locker rooms she noticed the paramedics that took Isaac lying on the floor. Crouching down she listened for a moment before sighing softly when she heard a heartbeat. She slowly got up and made her way through the locker room.
She peered around a row of lockers to see a half paralyzed Isaac trying to crawl his way to the door, hands digging at the cement floor. Behind him, a couple amused hunter watches him struggle to escape while a second hunter hands Gerard the sheathed long sword that was used to bisect the Omega.
"It was a good effort, Isaac. It was." Gerard said as he lifted the sword, "This would be so much more poetic f it were halftime." He said but before he could do anything, a thud made them all look behind him where Amara stood, one of the hunters on the ground in front of her.
The other hunter held his gun up to her but she quickly grabbed the barrel, ripping it out of his hand before grabbing the back of his head, slamming it into the lockers. Once the hunter fell to the ground groaning in pain, she moved to stand in front of Isaac while Gerard chuckled.
"I'm sure you heard about the bargain." Gerard said and Amara raised her eyebrows, "You're not gonna kill me or Derek." She said and he chuckled. "It was a mistake to come alone, Amara." He said and she tilted her head slightly, "Who said I was alone?" She said making him furrow his brows.
He turned around right as one of the hunter that just got up went flying into the lockers. Amara quickly moved to check on Isaac while Scott slams the hunter into the bench, splitting it in half. Amara and Scott looked up at Gerard only to see him no longer standing there. "Where the hell did the bastard go?" Amara asked as they glanced around before her and Scott looked at each other.
"Jackson..." Amara mumbled making them both quickly run back out to the field and they instantly looked over at the ticking clock. They spot Jackson still on the field but then loses him behind the moving players.
Scott spins, trying to find Jackson or even his intended target as the scoreboard clock hits zero and the crowd goes ballistic. Stilinski jumps to his feet, yanking Melissa into a hug while Lydia and Makena cheered. On the field, Stiles grins as his teammates rally around him, the hero of the game.
Confused, Scott and Amara looked at the scoreboard clock before looking at each other. "Nothing happened. Nothing..." Scott said and then a second later, one-by-one, the stadium lights click off, plunging the entire field into darkness. And in that sudden darkness, someone screams.
"Mom! Lydia! Stiles!" Amara yells running through the crowd of people, Scott went to go look for his mom while Amara went to find their human friends and her mom. "Amara!" A female voice yelled making Amara run forwards it before seeing Lydia and Makena through the crowd. "Mom! Lydia!" Amara called out as she ran over to them, "What is going on?" Lydia asked but before Amara could answer the lights suddenly turned back on.
Looking around they noticed everyone crowding around someone down on the field making the three of the. run over. Amara and Makena ran up to Scott and Isaac, looking down at Jackson who was laying on the ground unmoving. Lydia hurtles past, pushing aside lacrosse players twice her size, "Jackson? What's happening- What happened?"
"Can we get a medic over here!" Coach yelled and Melissa ran through the ground and instantly kneels down next to him, putting her ear to his chest. A quiet comes over the waiting crowd before she looked up, "He's not breathing. No pulse." She said before lifting his shirt up to find multiple blood punctures wounds on his stomach.
"Oh God- there's blood- there's blood on him."
"Look." Amara whispered making Scott and Isaac look at her and she nodded towards Jackson bloody hands. "He did it to himself?" Isaac asked as he furrowed his brows while Melissa started doing CPR chest compressions.
Helpless, everyone can only watch while a tear-stained Lydia stands above her former boyfriend, "Get down here." Melissa says glancing up at a frozen Lydia. "Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up." Lydia nods and gently puts her hands under Jackson's head. His mouth lies open, still not breathing as Melissa tries to get his heart started.
A few feet away, Sheriff Stilinski turns from the scene, glancing through the crowd. "Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where's my son?" Stilinski called out searching for his son making Amara, Isaac and Scott look at each other in fear.
"Where's Stiles? Where the hell's my son?!"