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Scott felt his lungs pulling air in, but they were straining, in a way he’d hardly experienced since he was bitten. It reminded him he was alive and made him run faster to ensure that wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.
Distantly, he heard Derek running nearby.
Mostly, he heard the psychotic warlock that had been chasing them for the past 5 minutes.
Okay, is he even a warlock, a wizard? Scott really doesn’t know. All he knows is that he’s an old guy that smelled funny and Derek was about to kill him.
Friday night Isaac told Scott at lacrosse practice that Derek thought there was an omega camping in his house and that he was going to get rid of it Sunday. So, Scott being Scott wanted to try to help the omega, maybe try asking it to leave before sinking his claws into the guy’s flesh, thanks very much Derek.
Anyway, when he got there he saw Derek with his hands around some old, dirty , sobbing man's throat. Scott started yelling at Derek and walking toward them. Derek, King of the Buttholes, had just rolled his eyes and stared at Scott coming up the porch steps without even loosening his grip on the poor guy.
What started out as Scott yelling at Derek to let him go turned into Scott yelling at Derek about how he needed to stop killing everything that scares him. Which turned into Derek yelling at Scott that he wasn’t afraid of some ‘pussy ass omega’ which after turning into a lot of things somehow turned into how Scott was a ‘fucking idiot’ for being so naïve and trusting and falling in love with an Argent and that he needed to quit getting in Derek’s business if he didn’t want to be in his pack and remember when he shit all over Derek in front of everyone with that thing with Gerard that one time because Derek did and—
The whole situation was pretty immature.
In the middle of their discussion, neither of the werewolves noticed when the omega stopped crying and started glowing.
After a more few minutes of screaming at each other Scott did in fact notice and then there was drama and someone said ‘I think you boys need to learn to respect each other. Maybe if you walked in each other’s shoes for a while…’ and someone said ‘fuck you’—a lot—and then it turns out that the fragile old man is actually surprising fit, and now they’re running for their lives.
“This is all you’re fucking fault Scott. If you hadn’t interrupted he’d be dead by now.”
“Shut up. How was I supposed to know he was magical or whatever.”
Derek scoffed and started pumping his legs harder leaving Scott far behind. Scott felt like he could scream he was so frustrated. He didn’t know how everything got so dramatic so fast but he couldn’t see any way out of their current predicament and now Derek was obviously trying to lose them.
Both of them.
He was just gonna leave Scott behind.
He truly was King of the Buttholes.
And that’s when Scott tripped on a huge fucking rock that was definitely not there 2 seconds ago.
“Shit.”
He heard Derek skidding to a stop somewhere ahead of him. Then he was tugging him up roughly.
“What the fuck is wrong with you get the hell up dumbass.”
“It’s not like I meant to! Jeez could you chill for like 5 seconds maybe?”
Derek tugged him hard again and Scott started to run but it was too late.
Scott could only assume the warlock/wizard/crazy voodoo man thing had enough time to cast a spell or something because with a flash the world was too bright before it all went black.