Who: Isaac, Sam, Dean, Scott (mentions of: Sheldon, Alana, Krissy, Lydia, Allison, Carol, Caroline, Peter Burke, Sheriff Stilinski, Sidney, and Will Graham) What: Dick unleashes his secret weapon upon the weak When: Tonight Where: Prison Warnings: violence
Be good.
He had just been minding his own business and surfing the net on his phone when he saw it. For a moment he was nothing and nowhere at all and then... just darkness. It felt like someone flicked the switch on his mind and rebooted his entire system. He stood and tossed his phone down to the bed, he would never need it again.
In an instant he knew that he'd never see his friends again after tonight and it didn't bother him at all. It was just the plan of life. His purpose. His entire existence had been leading up to this moment.
After weeks of turmoil and angst he was now hollow and in full control. The wolf took over with ease, eyes a bright gold, fangs and claws sharp as bloodlust trickled through his veins. Josh was in the infirmary working once again, so Isaac had no problem leaving his cell and starting down the hall. His only drive was to find a Winchester and destroy them. Both by the end of the night.
Nothing about Isaac was normal, not even the way he walked, everything about him was darker and more determined. He was different. When he stepped into the main hall he saw people but they didn't look like people to him, they looked like casualties. Hurt anyone in his way, kill him if he had to, that was just one of the rules. One of his tasks.
Krissy and Lydia were standing off to the side and Krissy noticed him, eyes going wide at the sight of him in full werewolf form. If they said anything to him he didn't notice. Instead he stood there and waited, eyes focused on the ground, and when she got close enough he looked up and grabbed at her neck, pulling her face to face with him. If there was any humanity left in him at all he might have recognized her as a friend or thought to hesitate...but any shred of morals he had were gone.
The animal dragged his tongue across his fangs with a grin, claws digging into her neck and hand bruising as she thrashed and grabbed at his hand. Lydia was screaming in a panic and moving to act but his focus was zoned in on the girl in his hand. The entire hall had erupted with screams and the panicked flurry of movement. Lydia stood nearby, gun in hand, pleading with him in that tremor filled tone...she wanted to trust him to listen to reason or maybe she just knew there was nothing she could do. He didn't care. He rose his spare hand to swipe at Krissy and end her thrashing, to put out that pitiful light in her eyes...but before he could he felt the impact of a bullet burrow into his back.
The wind was knocked out of him and he staggered forward a step. It didn't stop him though and he kept a firm hold on Krissy...then another bullet buried into his side. Lydia. She shot him...he was more amused than anything but still, in a rage, he threw Krissy away from him, arm raising to backhand Lydia and send her flying the other direction. He turned, faced with Will Graham. Just as he stepped forward to deal with the shadow-eyed man he heard a familiar voice yelling his name. Allison. She'd seen Lydia hit the ground and she was making her way towards him with a tazer in hand, but he didn't hesitate to grab her wrist and squeeze until she dropped it. Then he pulled her close enough to get a hold on her and threw her into the wall with all the force he could muster. Satisfied by the way she stopped moving.
Another person's pleas for him to come off the attack drifted to his ears. Will was too preoccupied tending to Krissy to bother him. The woman who greeted him when he turned was no one he'd noticed before. But it didn't keep him from stepping up to her and ignoring all her comforting words. The blonde kept going on about how it was going to be okay if he could just calm down and he sighed, looking down at his claws as he continued to walk up to her. He seemed like he was going to walk past her but when he stood next to her he stopped, putting a hand on her shoulder, and pinning her up against the wall they stood near. "Shut up... you're wrong. It's not going to be okay." but he wasn't scared, or sad, or angry... he was calm. He flashed her a fangy, lopsided grin and then pulled her back far enough to hit her against the wall again, knocking her out and letting her body slide to the floor.
Enough fun. He looked around at the unconscious bodies back the way he came and inhaled deeply. "Sam." He could smell the Winchester approaching. With all his pungent vigilante heroics. It was just like Dick told him, harm the innocents and the Winchesters will always show up.
Before Sam could come there were more victims that thought themselves to be heroes. Stiles' father and some other man he hadn't seen before came out with their guns up. Sheldon was behind them, staring through the others and past Isaac..but the werewolf knew no one was there. What was he looking over there for?
Oh. Sheldon pushed past the gunmen and tried to run past Isaac, hugging the wall to stay out of the way...but the wolf was too quick. He caught the little mouse and held him up like a shield as he approached the gunmen. He thought sentimentality would keep Stilinski from shooting him, but the other man he didn't know what to expect, so he took Peter Burke out first, grabbing at the wrist that held the gun and turning him so that if Stilinski did want to shoot, he'd be shooting the human. Peter dropped his gun and Isaac used Sheldon as a weapon, knocking their heads together to kill two birds with one stone.
All that was left was Stiles' father. He let Sheldon fall to the ground and advanced on the man. He heard a gunshot but it went past him...it wasn't like the man to miss, so surely he'd let sentimentality and the fear of shooting a child get the better of him. So he stood before him and after a moment of heavy silence simply said "Idiot." before raising an arm to knock him aside and into the bars of a cell.
Sam rounded the corner and stood at the end of the hall, panting, eyes wide with panic as he took in the situation. Isaac couldn't keep himself from staring, a murderous desire in his eyes and as Sam looked at him...really looked at him...he smiled. The smile was all Sam needed to know what was going on, Isaac heard him curse under his breath and then he turned and took off.
"Oh so this is how we're playing, Sammy." he leaned over and let out a loud growl, flexing his claws, and then started down the hallway. He didn't want to go too fast, didn't want this to all be over so quickly. This thing inside of him wanted blood and chaos and wanted to hurt everything that ever dared to stand in the Dick's way.
No matter how Sam yelled he couldn't run and articulate quick enough. The chase was on and anyone who stood by was taken down as collateral. Throwing Carol, Sidney, and Alana out of the way as he ran by was easy enough. Before too long the scents of the people began to clear and he knew what Sam was doing. Getting them alone. Isaac had no issues with that, he didn't care if there was an audience or not when he tore Sam Winchester's face from his body and made his brother wear it.