Both Broken } Isaac Lahey x OC

? MASTER PLAN ?

"Ok, go go go," Marley whispered as the boys followed her. They got half way before Scott's grip loosened and the bag fell from his hands. "Shit."

Isaac and Scott shared a glance, hoping Jackson hadn't woken up. Then, headlights shine at them. Chris Argent stepped out.

Marley didn't know much about Chris Argent. She'd only ever met him once and that was when she went to study with Allison. He seemed nice. But from what Scott and Stiles had said, he was a little shady and they didn't know if he could be trusted. He threatened to kill Scott after all.

"What do you want?" Scott asked.

"Marley," Isaac whispered. She moved over to him. "Who's that?"

"That's Allison's dad. He's a hunter so I don't know what he's doing here," Marley whispered quietly, tilting her head up to Isaac's ear. To be honest, she didn't want Argent anywhere near Isaac. They guy had several guns and a reason to kill every single one of them.

"Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head, the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her. And I know you're losing her too," Chris said. Marley had to admit, he agreed with him. She hadn't heard from Allison in a while and figured something was up.

"You're right. So can you trust me to fix this? Can you let us go?" Scott asked.

"No," Chris said. "My car is faster."

They all piled into the posh black car. Scott sat in the front, Marley and Isaac squished into one seat, and Jackson sprawled across two. Marley was practically sitting on Isaac's lap, not that she minded, just kidding, not.

"This is a real nice car," Marley said as she tried to defuse the tension. "... sir."

The road was extremely bumpy, Isaac and Marley colliding with each other and almost head butting. It didn't help that she was sat on him either. Marley knew that if Stiles was in the car, he'd say something like 'not how you expecting Marley to be bouncing in your lap, hey Isaac?'. She was suddenly glad he went missing.

...

Chris's car stopped. Marley opened the door and climbed out, Isaac following. He stopped and looked back at the body bag.

"I think he stopped moving," he said.

"Where's Derek?" Chris asked. As if on cue, Derek galloped (idek how to describe it) towards then, finishing off the little routine with a front flip.

"Was the absolutely necessary?" Marley mumbled.

"Get him inside," Derek said.

Jackson was placed down on the floor of what Marley thought to be some sort of wear house. These things would always happen in the most strangest places at ridiculous o'clock.

"Where are they?" Scott asked. "Lydia and Peter?"

"We're past that," Derek said as he zipped open the bag. Marley tried to avoid contact with Jackson; the clear goo was making her feel sick.

"What about-"

"Think about it, Scott. Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog," Derek projected. "And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."

"No. No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live," Chris explained.

"Of course not," a voice said. Gerard. "Something that dangerous, that out fo control, is better off dead."

Marley didn't like Gerard. No shit. He just reminded her of Santa if he was on slimming products and if he only gave you coal for Christmas.

"Well done at the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me," Gerard said. A sharp whistle cut through the air. It's stopped at Isaac was impaled by an arrow.