Who: Isaac, Derek, Scott What: getting isaac some fresh air When: now Where: prison then wilderness Warnings: mental breakdown, angry ranting, maybe violence
Isaac was surprised to see Jackson on the net, on his way to their humble home. It really was true, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Isaac had been sparked to thinking about Jackson since the arrival of Harvey and now...now Jackson was actually here. Immediately he wanted the other wolf gone. What if Derek tried to take him into their pack? what if everyone got along with him?
Seeing what his post actually said was something else. He sighed, same old Jackson being a highschool-grade asshole. May as well get in there and say something...but his frustration took the better of him and then before long it boiled down to this.
Jackson Whittemore, his old teammate and neighbor. A boy he'd been on livable terms with...that ended up being the kanima, killing his father, and taking off like he didn't have to apologize for anything. That wasn't the worst part, though. After Jackson left, Isaac learned all about how his neighbor knew about the abuse and said nothing. And now he was gone, so the teen didn't even have a chance to glare in the halls at the bastard that would condemn him to suffer if only to protect his own posh lifestyle. And this asshole had the nerve to say Isaac wasn't worth looking after. Was it true? His father always told him it was his fault and he didn't deserve anything better and here Jackson was confirming it all. The message sent a chill down his spine and he felt like he'd had the air knocked out of him.
Isaac had never felt more out of control, he felt the surges of adrenaline coursing through his body and he knew it was coming. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself from lashing out at every single person that came near him...he started to lose seconds of his time to the blood lust, blipping in and out like he was losing consciousness. He managed to get the messages out to Scott and Derek and it was all he could do. Phone pocketed and clawed hands gripping too hard onto the bed frame he sat on. He just had to hold it together until someone got there. Just a few more seconds. But his mind was swimming with thoughts and memories and a blind red rage that told him he needed to feel the warm rush of Jackson's life in his teeth.