Re: Scott and Allison
Scott had never been much of anything before the night he was bitten and turned. But even since all of the crazy events in Beacon Hills, he had never been a part of anything quite like this. This battle to end all battles. Because that's what it was. The end. One way or another, no matter the outcome, it was the end.
Despite any training and sparring he had done, this was the hardest fight Scott had ever been a part of, but he fought it with every ounce of his being. He had some injuries, but nothing he was worried about, nothing he couldn't fight through and he healed quicker than most anyway. He had tried his best to keep an eye on Stiles and the other Beacon Hills crew, but it wasn't easy in all the mess.
He'd just managed to narrowly miss being stabbed and killed the demon that had lunged after him when he whirled around just in time to see Allison at her vantage point, falling to the ground. There was nothing in the world that would be stopping him from getting to her at that point and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was scrambling to her side. "Allison! Allison!" he dropped to the ground next to her, pulling her into his lap. "I can fix it," he muttered, though he was almost certain the wound was well past anything he could really help her with at this point. "I can fix it."