Beacon Hills, Sunday Evening FT
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nomoresportscarsJackson was at his old school. Contain your shock. It was the best place in Beacon Hills when you were a teenager wanting to use the gym for private weight training, okay. And private was necessary when you were sure you should have had more strength than you seemed to, and wanted to test the theory.
It wasn't really working, though. He could practically feel the scepticism pouring off of Danny who was watching over his efforts as he tried to bench press… way heavier weights than he should have even tried to. In fact, Danny grabbed the bar when he struggled with lifting it back into place.
"No," Jackson snapped, "I said don't help me!"
Even upside down, Danny's face looked unimpressed. "Don't help you as in don't spot you," he asked, "or don't help you as in let the bar crush your throat?"
Jackson hated that he had a point. "I should be able to do twice that," he groused. Danny shook his head. "On the surface of the moon, maybe." He stepped back and took some of Jackson's extra weights off the barbell. "I'm hitting the shower," he informed Jackson, already walking towards the showers. "If I come back and you're lying dead underneath a pile of weight, I'm taking the Porsche."
Jackson gave a heavy, frustrated sigh – then immediately got distracted. He could hear… sounds. Water dripping from a faucet, far off. The fans turning round and round. The metallic screech when Danny turned the water on. All normal sounds, but they were sharper than usual. Louder. Some of them he shouldn't have been able to hear at all. And they were almost getting painful right now. And then he closed his eyes, and breathed in, and everything went back to normal volume. He reached up for the barbell again, lifting it up and over his chest. It was still really too much, though. He was struggling, sweat getting in his eyes. It was a relief when he felt the bar getting grabbed and lifted out of his hands.
"Thanks," he mumbled, trying to catch his breath.
"Anytime," replied an unfamiliar voice. A girl's voice. His eyes opened wide. Above him, there was Erica.
And then she grabbed him by the throat.
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So that was the opposite of fun, getting dragged by Erica to God knows where. She wasn't exactly forthcoming with information. And was prone to shoving him around when he got too loud with his questions and curses. Besides, it became all too clear once Isaac greeted them. By grabbing Jackson's other arm. He'd been brought to Derek, who was just… sitting, holding something sharp in his hands. He didn't even look up when his minions brought Jackson to him.
"What happened to you on the night of the full moon?" Derek asked, sounding obscenely calm from Jackson's point of view.
"What? Nothing." Jackson still found it in himself to sound defiant. He felt defiant. "Nothing happened."
(Except… Was that really the truth? He still didn't know what was on the tape. And he wanted to believe.)
Derek looked up. "You're lying." And he still sounded calm. Jackson didn't know why that was so unsettling. But when he rested the sharp thing on his lap so he could pull on a pair of black gloves, that's when Jackson decided it was time to start freaking out a little. "No, wait," he said, quickly. "No, wait, I can... I can prove it. I taped myself."
For whatever reason, Isaac chuckled. "You taped yourself?"
"Yes," Jackson snapped, getting in Isaac's face like he really had any other choice when the baby werewolves had him by the arms. "It was the full moon. And maybe while you were curled in the corner having an existential crisis about turning into a monster, I was preparing for the so-called gift your big, bad Alpha promised me, and what did I get? Nothing." Isaac was still looking amused, so Jackson turned his attention towards Derek. "You want proof? Let me get the video."
Derek almost smiled. Again, that was more unsettling than most other things he could have done. "No," he said, shaking his head, picking up the sharp object from before. It looked like a… like a piece of a mirror. "No, I have a better idea."
"What is that?" Jackson asked, although before the words were even out of his mouth, he was down on his knees on the floor, and being held there by Isaac and Erica. They were pulling his head back, too. Isaac had his hand on Jackson's chin.
"You know, Jackson," Derek said, as he came closer, "you've always been kind of a snake... And everyone knows a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom." Jackson had no idea what he was talking about. But even more than that, he was terrified. All the moreso, when Erica and Isaac forced his mouth open. There was something on the mirror shard, some kind of liquid. And he tried to struggle against them, but it was no use. Derek let the liquid slide off the shard, and it was just one drop but it fell into Jackson's mouth and it was enough.
When they let go of him, he fell to the floor, unable to move, feeling like he was choking while his vision blurred. And they were all just watching him. After a moment, Derek crouched down beside him. "You're still a snake, Jackson," he said. "Just not the one we're looking for." And then walked away. Or at least out of Jackson's severely limited field of vision.
Only to be replaced by Isaac.
"You're still gonna have to do one more thing for us. Well, actually, for me."
And how was Jackson supposed to object when he was paralyzed?
[ooc: NFB, NFI, yadda yadda. Taken from TW S02E05, 'Venomous'.]
It wasn't really working, though. He could practically feel the scepticism pouring off of Danny who was watching over his efforts as he tried to bench press… way heavier weights than he should have even tried to. In fact, Danny grabbed the bar when he struggled with lifting it back into place.
"No," Jackson snapped, "I said don't help me!"
Even upside down, Danny's face looked unimpressed. "Don't help you as in don't spot you," he asked, "or don't help you as in let the bar crush your throat?"
Jackson hated that he had a point. "I should be able to do twice that," he groused. Danny shook his head. "On the surface of the moon, maybe." He stepped back and took some of Jackson's extra weights off the barbell. "I'm hitting the shower," he informed Jackson, already walking towards the showers. "If I come back and you're lying dead underneath a pile of weight, I'm taking the Porsche."
Jackson gave a heavy, frustrated sigh – then immediately got distracted. He could hear… sounds. Water dripping from a faucet, far off. The fans turning round and round. The metallic screech when Danny turned the water on. All normal sounds, but they were sharper than usual. Louder. Some of them he shouldn't have been able to hear at all. And they were almost getting painful right now. And then he closed his eyes, and breathed in, and everything went back to normal volume. He reached up for the barbell again, lifting it up and over his chest. It was still really too much, though. He was struggling, sweat getting in his eyes. It was a relief when he felt the bar getting grabbed and lifted out of his hands.
"Thanks," he mumbled, trying to catch his breath.
"Anytime," replied an unfamiliar voice. A girl's voice. His eyes opened wide. Above him, there was Erica.
And then she grabbed him by the throat.
So that was the opposite of fun, getting dragged by Erica to God knows where. She wasn't exactly forthcoming with information. And was prone to shoving him around when he got too loud with his questions and curses. Besides, it became all too clear once Isaac greeted them. By grabbing Jackson's other arm. He'd been brought to Derek, who was just… sitting, holding something sharp in his hands. He didn't even look up when his minions brought Jackson to him.
"What happened to you on the night of the full moon?" Derek asked, sounding obscenely calm from Jackson's point of view.
"What? Nothing." Jackson still found it in himself to sound defiant. He felt defiant. "Nothing happened."
(Except… Was that really the truth? He still didn't know what was on the tape. And he wanted to believe.)
Derek looked up. "You're lying." And he still sounded calm. Jackson didn't know why that was so unsettling. But when he rested the sharp thing on his lap so he could pull on a pair of black gloves, that's when Jackson decided it was time to start freaking out a little. "No, wait," he said, quickly. "No, wait, I can... I can prove it. I taped myself."
For whatever reason, Isaac chuckled. "You taped yourself?"
"Yes," Jackson snapped, getting in Isaac's face like he really had any other choice when the baby werewolves had him by the arms. "It was the full moon. And maybe while you were curled in the corner having an existential crisis about turning into a monster, I was preparing for the so-called gift your big, bad Alpha promised me, and what did I get? Nothing." Isaac was still looking amused, so Jackson turned his attention towards Derek. "You want proof? Let me get the video."
Derek almost smiled. Again, that was more unsettling than most other things he could have done. "No," he said, shaking his head, picking up the sharp object from before. It looked like a… like a piece of a mirror. "No, I have a better idea."
"What is that?" Jackson asked, although before the words were even out of his mouth, he was down on his knees on the floor, and being held there by Isaac and Erica. They were pulling his head back, too. Isaac had his hand on Jackson's chin.
"You know, Jackson," Derek said, as he came closer, "you've always been kind of a snake... And everyone knows a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom." Jackson had no idea what he was talking about. But even more than that, he was terrified. All the moreso, when Erica and Isaac forced his mouth open. There was something on the mirror shard, some kind of liquid. And he tried to struggle against them, but it was no use. Derek let the liquid slide off the shard, and it was just one drop but it fell into Jackson's mouth and it was enough.
When they let go of him, he fell to the floor, unable to move, feeling like he was choking while his vision blurred. And they were all just watching him. After a moment, Derek crouched down beside him. "You're still a snake, Jackson," he said. "Just not the one we're looking for." And then walked away. Or at least out of Jackson's severely limited field of vision.
Only to be replaced by Isaac.
"You're still gonna have to do one more thing for us. Well, actually, for me."
And how was Jackson supposed to object when he was paralyzed?
[ooc: NFB, NFI, yadda yadda. Taken from TW S02E05, 'Venomous'.]
