Chapter 2: Did You Forget the Part About the Family Murdering Axe Murder?

It had been a week since the night at the school. I had found myself spending quite a lot of time with Scott and the pack. I was honestly expecting everything to go back to how it was before, but to my surprise, they were all pretty nice. Stiles seemed very interested in how my magic worked, which I found extremely funny. And Lydia and I ended up studying together almost every day during our free period. It had been so long since I had friends that I had forgotten what it was like, but the past week reminded me of what I had been missing. Maybe being part of the supernatural world wasn't so bad; it would be different this time because if I had learned one thing, it was that Scott and his pack kept each other safe.

"Hey, have you heard about the axe murder?" Stiles whispered, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up from my notes, "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, looking over at him. "Apparently, there was a triple homicide, and they were all killed with an axe," Stiles explained. "That's an interesting choice of weapon. Very specific." I said, thinking out loud. "I know," Stiles said and then opened his mouth to say something else before the teacher shot us a glare shutting him up.

I giggled before going back to my homework. Once the bell rang, Stiles rushed out, and I walked to my locker.

"An axe murder?" I heard Kira ask as she walked toward me with Stiles and Scott. "Family murdering, axe murderer," Stiles replied, a little too happily. "I already heard about it," Scott replied. "Wait. What? You did? How?" Stiles asked. "My mom called me. She knew we'd see it on the news." Scott explained as he reached the lockers. "Perfect, let's go, Amaya, you in?" Stiles motioned to me as he began to walk away, expecting us to follow him. "We've got Econ in five minutes," Scott said.

"All right. Did you forget the part about the family murdering axe murder?" Stiles asked him sarcastically. "Did you forget your dad's the Sheriff? They want us to say out of it." Scott stated. "Oh, come on, it's an axe murder, Amaya. Back me up here," Stiles said, looking over at me. "I've only been part of this friend group for a week; I don't think I have a say in this. Besides, Econ is my easy A class," I replied, giving him a sympathetic shrug.

"Are you guys kidding me? There's a family murdering axe murder, and we're not going to do anything about it?" Stiles asked. "Maybe we should just let the adults handle it," Kira suggested. "So, you're telling me the three of you just want to stay here at school and go to class?" Stiles whined, looking at the three of us. "Yeah," Scott replied, and I nodded. "Never heard of anything so irresponsible in my life," Stiles said, walking away. I smiled as I grabbed something out of my locker while Scott and Kira talked.

The bell started to ring, and I closed my locker, "Great! See you then," I heard Scott say, and I watched as he leaned over, pecked Kira on the lips, and then rushed away.

She looked at me, completely shocked. "I would love to unpack that with you, but I have to get to class," I said, and she just nodded. I looked back as I walked towards my class and saw her still standing there. Although I didn't know for sure, I had a feeling that it was their first kiss.

I couldn't help but laugh as I walked into class. I watched as Scott sat down and slowly realized what he had done, "Oh God." He gulped. I walked over and sat next to him with a smirk. "Bro, what did you do," I laughed, and he just stared at me.

After class, I noticed that Scott had disappeared. "Hey, where did the boys go?" I asked as I walked next to Kira; I could tell she was still stunned. "Huh, oh, the boys have lacrosse tryouts today. Malia and I were going to go watch; you want to come?" She asked. I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess," I said.

I followed Kira out to the field. When we reached the bleachers, Malia was already there. I wasn't paying much attention to what was happening until I heard Malia say something.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, looking over at Kira. "Me? Nothing," Kira replied, and I rolled my eyes. "Your lying," I muttered, "And I don't even have super hearing," I whispered just loud enough for the two girls to hear me. "You reek of anxiety. And it's distracting. What's going on?" Malia asked. "Scott and I sort of had this thing happen. Except it wasn't much of a thing. And I'm starting to think it never was anything at all," Kira explained. Ah, this was about that weird kiss they had earlier. I had assumed she and Scott were together when I first became part of the group, but when Scott and I talked about it in class, I found out they weren't.

"What do you want it to be?" Malia asked Kira. "More," Kira replied. "Then you have to tell him that. He won't know unless you tell him. Because right now, he's just as confused as you are," I said, and Kira nodded at me.

I turned my attention back to the game. It was funny; as much as I hated sports, I couldn't help but laugh as I watched the boys play. It was more fun because Kira and Malia were so invested. Malia was making bets with the coach.

Everything was going great until Scott rammed into another player, and a scream echoed across the field. I recognized the boy Scott had hit; his name was Liam, and he was a transfer student; I had given him a tour of the school on his first day. I tried to see what had happened but couldn't tell what was going on, but from everyone's reaction, it must have been bad.

I watched as Scott and Stiles helped the boy off the field. "I'll be back," I said as I got up and followed the boys as they drug Liam off the field. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked as I caught up with them. "He's fine," Stiles replied, and Liam gave me a weak smile. "Wasn't really asking you, Stiles," I said as I opened the door for them. "We just need to get him to the nurse's office," Scott said, and I shook my head. "The nurse is gone for the day," I replied, and the boys looked at me.

I sighed and shook my head, "come on," I walked into the empty nurse's office and instructed Stiles and Scott to put Liam down. Stiles and Scott walked over to the corner to talk, and I walked over to Liam. "I'm going to check and see if it's a sprain or a break, okay," I said as I looked at him. "You know how to do that?" he asked uncertainly. "I took an EMT class over the summer. So yeah, kind of," I replied. He nodded at me, and I looked over his leg. "You sure you know what you're doing?" Stiles asked, looking over at me, and I shook my head at him. "Yes, Stiles," I replied as I put pressure on Liam's ankle, and he let out a whine.

"I think you broke it, but we should go to the hospital to make sure," I said, turning to Liam, and he nodded, and I watched as Scott walked outside. "It will be okay, Liam. Something like this doesn't take too long to heal," I said softly, trying to make him feel better. "Thanks, Amaya," he muttered. I could tell he was uncomfortable around Scott and Stiles. "Wait, you two know each other?" Stiles asked. "Liam and I met at the beginning of the semester. I was the one in charge of giving him a tour of the school," I answered, and Liam nodded. "How are you doing, Mr. Brown's English class, by the way," I asked, turning my attention back to Liam. "Not great," he replied. "Yeah, he's kind of sucks," I said with a smile.

We exchanged a few more words before Scott returned and helped Stiles carry Liam to his Jeep. I offered to tag along since it wasn't like I had much else to do. I sat in the back with Liam, listening to music through my earbuds.

Once we reached the hospital, we made our way to the front desk, and Scott tried to explain what had happened. "Uh. Hi Mom," I heard him say as a dark-haired woman came up to us. I immediately recognized her; it was Malissa; I had only met her once when Scott, Stiles, and I hung out at Scott's house. But I never forgot her; she was always really nice.

"Scott, Stiles," she sternly, looking between the two boys. "And who's this?" she asked, looking at me. "This is Amaya, mom," Scott answered her. "I knew I recognized you. I haven't seen you in a while," she said, smiling at me. "Ah, well, you know," I said, unsure how to reply.

Scott proceeded to explain to her what had happened as she helped Liam into a wheelchair. The three of us watched as she wheeled Liam off to get his ankle checked.

"I got to get going. I promised Malia I'd help her study." Stiles said with a sigh after a moment. "Sure. I want to check on him anyway." Scott replied, but he seemed distracted.

"You know this isn't your fault, right?" I said, looking over at him, and Stiles nodded. "I don't know," Scott shook his head. "Scott, if you had used any wolf power, that kid wouldn't be limping. He'd be crawling, back to the other half of his body," Stiles stated.

"If I hadn't been so worried about being captain, he wouldn't be hurt either," Scott replied. "it's okay to want something for yourself once and a while," Stiles whispered. "Team captain, Alpha werewolf, your still only human," Stiles added before walking away.

"He's right, you know," I muttered once he was gone. "Don't ever tell him I said that, though," I added, making Scott smile.

"Hey, what you said earlier at school about not having a say when Stiles was talking about the axe murderer," Scott said, looking over at me. "You know that's not true, right? You're one of us; you always have a say," he stated, and I just nodded and sat down.

After a while, I realized that Scott had wandered off, probably checking on Liam. "Amaya!" I heard Scott yell my name, and I shot out of my seat. "What?" I asked as he ran up to me. "Lidia just called. Something is going on," I nodded. "Okay, what do you need," I asked.

I listened as Scott explained what Lidia had told him as I followed him through the halls. Apparently, she had ended up at the house that belonged to the family that had been murdered, and she found something. They had a freezer full of dead bodies. I wasn't sure how to take that information; I think if I weren't running through the halls of a hospital, I probably would have thrown up. But currently, I was too busy thinking about the fact that one of the family members had survived and was in the hospital with us.

"Hold the elevator!" Scott yelled as we ran towards an elevator, but the doors slid closed before we reached it. "Stairs?" I asked, already out of breath. "Just go!" I yelled, realizing that Scott was going slower because of me. Scott nodded and sprinted up the stairs at full speed, leaving me behind. Once I reached the third floor, I saw Melissa lying against the wall, and Scott was fighting some guy. I ran over to help Melissa and looked at the aura of the two boys.

"Windyblow. Great," I muttered sarcastically as I stepped in front of Melissa, my hands glowing. I watched as the creature kicked Scott off of him and ran away. Scott looked over at us, "I'm okay. I'm all right," Melissa said as I helped her up. "Are you sure?" Scott asked. "Go get that son of a bitch," Malissa said to him, and I couldn't help but smile. Scott stalled for a moment more, "It's fine, Scott, I got her. Go!" I yelled, and with that, he ran off with a growl.

After a moment, Melissa looked at me. "So, you are?" she looked at me, waiting for me to answer the question. "Happy to be alive?" I squeaked, trying to avoid the question I knew she was asking. "You know that's not what I meant," she responded. I let out a sigh, "Witch," I mumbled. Malissa just looked at me, "Sorry, that's probably a lot to take in right now," I said apologetically. "Actually, with everything I've seen, a witch is mild in comparison," Melissa said with a smile before we made our way back down to the front desk.

I waited at the hospital with Malissa until I finally received a text from Scott. The message was brief, but he told me that the axe murderer had shown up, the Wendigo boy was dead, and something had happened to Liam, and he was taking him to his house. Malissa called the sheriff, and soon enough, the hospital was buzzing with police, all making their way up to the roof where the fight had taken place. I slowly made my way out of the hospital, but as I reached the parking lot, I realized I had come here with Scott and Stiles. I had no way home.

"Lost?" I heard a voice say from behind me. My hands glowed as I spun around, "Whoa, whoa. It's just me," the man said. "Derek?" I asked as I looked at the tall, dark-haired man in front of me. "What are you doing here?" I questioned. "The Sheriff called me. He wanted my opinion on what happened," I nodded.

"The axe murderer isn't just a normal axe murderer, is he?" I said after a moment. Derek shook his head. "Great," I said, letting out a sigh. "So, is this always what it's like?" I asked him. "Basically," he replied.

My eyes wandered the hospital; lights from the police cars lit up the ally where the Wendigo boy had fallen to his death. "You need a ride home?" I heard Derek ask me. I took a moment to think before nodding. "Please," I replied.