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Liam's P.O.V.

"It's Isaac," Scott explains.

"As much as I wish it was Allison, it's not. It's Isaac,"

It was almost like a giant tension bubble popped in the room and everyone breathed out in relief.

"Oh thank god I was getting a little freaked," Stiles says clutching his stomach.

"Same here," Lydia joins in and sits down, thinking.

"I hate to admit it but I do wish that it was Allison just a tiny bit," Kira says innocently.

She quickly adds, "Just because I've never seen her before! I'm sorry was that mean that sounds mean it was mean I'm sorry Isaac," Kira looks at Ben who's looking up at her frowning.

"It's okay Kira, I think we were all having a little hope too. It's okay," Scott says.

Well, not that this matters, but I felt bad for Isaac. Especially when your unwanted baby.

"Well, why did he stop crying in Scott's hands then?" Stiles says.

"Well, I mean, if it were out of all of us I probably would be the one. He doesn't really talk to you guys that much actually," Scott shrugs it off.

"He doesn't talk to anyone that much," Stiles mutters.

"He talked to Derek," Lydia says.

Scott and Stiles look at her.

"Sorry. Bad timing," She says.

"Okay yes he talked to Derek too. Isaac's been around for awhile but he hasn't really gotten around. And Allison's dead and he was devastated too so he limits the people he talks to so what?" Stiles says.

"I'm not saying I matter I'm just saying that I'm part of it why do you care anyway?"

"I don't care about him, I care about you.........and him!" Stiles points out.

"I'm sorry! Why are we arguing about who the hell Isaac talks to!?" I barge in.

Everyone looks at me and it gets quiet.

They sigh and shake their heads.

"I have no idea," Scott says.

"Well good. Cause while you idiots were arguing, I came up with an idea on how to stop Max from functioning properly,"

"What?" They say simultaneously.

I smile. "If he hurts his arms, he'll be useless in normal things. But. If he hurts his legs he'll be useless in a hell of a lot more than just normal things," I say.

"You're right," Scott says. "His charm and his crime rely a lot on his legs. In a way their more important than any other body part,"

"So how do we break them?" Lydia asks.

I think.

"The ice cream shop is pretty tall, right?" Lydia says.

We look at her and Stiles nods. "Yeah, there's another store on top of it why?" He says.

"Well what if Mr. Ice cream man went to save the day and help a little kid from the top of the building. And what if the kid just happened to.....nudge him off the roof by accident," She says, smiling.

"Oh my god," I mutter. I walk over to the bed and sit on it, covering my face. "If we go to jail I'm pinning the whole thing on you guys," I say.

"They'd actually, probably buy it," Lydia says. "Because you're gonna be the little kid Liam,"

I pop my head up. "No. Freaking. Way," I say sternly.

There's absolutely, no way I'm getting on top of that building!

And here I am.....on the building.

I look over and see the drop. A shiver runs up my back as a breeze hits.

I jump back from the ledge. I dial Scott's number and hold the phone to my ear.

"Hey," A deep voice says.

"Do I have to do this!?"

Scott takes a deep breath. "I swear it'll be over soon just.....do exactly as we told you and everything's gonna be fine I promise," Scott explains.

I gulp, hang up the phone, close my eyes, and count to ten. I open my eyes again.

I search the roof for the hook. I spot it on the side of the building. I clip it to my shoe and clear my throat.

"Here goes nothing," I say.

I start yelling as loud as my lungs at this altitude would let me. "Help! Help me! I'm stuck help!" I scream.

I see the commotion starting from below. People shouting and pointing.

"Someone help! I need help! Please!"

We were literally going on a hunch, hoping, no, praying that Max would be the hero in this and climb up here.

"Help! Please! Someone help me! I can't get down!"

Is this even legal?

Finally, Max comes out of the shop and looks up. He says something to some stranger and I can see him climbing up the fire ladder thingy.

I keep yelling until my throat is sore.

Finally, Max gets to the top of the building.

"Oh, thank god I'm so glad to see you," I lie.

Then, I don't even know what happened until it was happening.

And I was falling.

Max had pushed me.

My instincts took over.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him down with me.

And we were falling.

It was like a battle of bones and limbs, and it wasn't that far to the ground.

He had my hands clutched in his. But not in the good way.

I felt something sharp digging into wrists.

Claws.

That's when I remembered.

I'm a freaking werewolf.

I growl and knee Max in the stomach.

He bounces back and I kick him so he's now a foot away from where I am.

I pull my claws and scratch them down the building, trying to slow myself down.

It doesn't work out very well.

I falter and I find myself falling, the ground so close I can taste it.

And then I'm not.

I'm completely still.

My breathing is jagged and fast but when I look to my right, it slows.

It's Stiles.

He caught me.

I'm actually okay.

He puts me down and the whole gang crowds around me.

Scott pushes through and leans down next to me. "Oh my god Liam I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault," He says.

I smile and get up. "Their just a few bruises. I'll be okay Scott," I smile for a split second then go back to a neutral expression.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my back and I flinch.

I turn around and see Marcus.

He's holding a needle and he yanks it out of my body.

"What was that?"

He looks up at us, looking pissed.

"A syrum. I just saved your freaking life your welcome,"

"What do you-"

"I saw the puncture wounds on your wrist. He pierced your skin with his claws. Jacks' claws contain poison that can kill someone in an instant. Because you're a werewolf your body was trying hard to fight the poison, but I don't have to be a vet to know that it wasn't working out so well," Marcus glances at Scott who rolls his eyes.

"How do you know so much about them?" Scott asks.

Marcus looks at him and sighs. "You should've told me about this earlier," He growls.

We head back to the hotel and once we're in Scott's room Marcus starts to explain.

"Before I met you guys, I was staying with a friend in Florida. Max was the friend. We weren't that close but he lived alone and he promised to protect me. I stayed with him for a whole year. That was until I found this book. It was a record about Jacks. It told me everything about what he was. When I asked him about it, he got mad. He started freaking out and then he just started attacking me. Their not as harmless as they seem, their vicious beings,"

"Yeah no kidding," I mutter, rubbing my neck.

"Yeah, that poison was one of the things I read about. That's how I got away. In that book was everything you could ever know about them. Plus, I'm me and I can beat the crap out of my grandma if I wanted to," He shrugs.

"So the key to getting rid of them is the book. I mean in that case we can just lure them to Beacon Hills and take the book. Do you still have it?" Lydia says.

"If I did, then I wouldn't be alive right now. They practically treasure it and I only remember so much. But I do know that they travel in packs. Every Jack has to have a pack, either that or your practically dead on your own. A lot like wolves," He points out.

"Well, I haven't sen anyone other than that Curtis guy so how many more can there be? Plus they'd feel way more intimidated in a place where their not familiarized," Stiles says.

"You said that Mason's a Tripsy right?" Marcus says bluntly.

"Yeah why?" Scott says.

Marcus doesn't say anything he just walks out of the room and down the hallway. We follow. He storms into Mason's room and searches it.

"What're you looking for?"

"Mason.....duh," He says.

"Here I am," We all turn to the doorway and see Mason holding a pizza box.

"The chaperones are ordering us to stay in the hotel until further noticed so I went out to get this pizza real quick," Mason says.

He sounds so innocent that I almost feel bad for just being here.

Marcus grabs Mason's wrist and drags him inside. He puts the pizza on the counter.

"What'd I do?" Mason asks.

Marcus forces Mason down on the bed and gets on his knees so he's at his eye level.

"Give me your hand," Marcus reaches his hand out.

Mason hesitates before putting his hand in Marcus'.

Marcus covers Mason's hand with his other one and takes a deep breath.

When he exhales a gold light appears from his hands.

And then, Mason's eyes start glow the same color.

He becomes completely out of it.

"What'd you do to him?" Scott asks, inching closer.

I kneel next to Marcus.

"Relax. It's a bond that people like us have with Tripsies," Marcus says, letting go of Mason's hands.

"You ask him a question about someone with supernatural abilities and he answers it to the best of his ability. They don't know everything. And don't worry, he's not Mason anymore. Tripsies are rare creatures so don't take this for granite your freaking lucky," Marcus sits on the bed next to a zoned out Mason.

Scott leans down next to me and so does Stiles.

"Can he hear us?"

"Yes,"

We all flinch at his voice. It's sort of like a godly sort of voice. It booms throughout the room and it sort of echoes.

"Um......Mason?" I say.

"Yes?"

"Do you.....remember me?"

"You are Liam Dunbar. A werewolf. You once obtained powers from Marcus without realizing but they were then transferred back to Marcus. You were bitten by Scott McCall, an alpha, in an accident on the roof of the hospital building where your step dad works. You are very courageous and care free. But you can be compassionate too," Mason says.

"Wow. He knows a lot more than the real Mason does," I mutter.

"Oh and by the way-" Marcus starts but Mason continues to talk.

"And personally I think you're very stupid to be doing all of this while in high school. In fact, you're all idiots thinking you can save the world from chaos," He says.

It shocks us all.

"-they like to give their opinion.....a lot," Marcus finishes.

"I guess he doesn't remember our friendship," I say.

"You're also a great friend to Mason. And personally I think your friendship is.....cute,"

I smile at the compliment. "Thank you........weird version of Mason,"

"You're welcome," He says.

"You guys are missing the point! These guys know practically everything about people like us! We can use this to our advantage!" Marcus says.

"You mean we can use my friend?" I say.

"You know what I mean," I growl at Marcus.

"He's right," Malia says. "We can use your friend," She nods.

"But-"

"Come on Scott tell him," Malia says.

I turn to Scott who looks guilty. "Only if Mason wants to," Scott says.

"What?!" I snap. "No! He can't know!" I say frantically.

"So you don't want him to know, and you don't want him to not know either?" Scott says.

I'm at a loss for words. So I just sigh and say, "Just use him," I say.

I have no idea why, but I feel like a crappy friend.

It's a shame that I am.

Thought this would b a good ending. Hope I'm not wrong. Anyway. You guys are gonna love the next chapter! Only if you like babies. If you don't then it's probably gonna suck for you. I've said too much.
Good bye my talking angels. :*