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002 // Cold Steel Wolf

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[ Jackson hated the woods. They were filthy, exposed and unnecessary. Not to mention the insulting lack of supplies. The message, however, was a welcome invitation. But he didn't care about us-versus-them. It was him versus everyone else. Even what remained of his pack wasn't safe, if they chose to cross him. He could always bite more people.

Because Jackson? He was an alpha. A cold, uncaring, ruthless alpha. He never spent time as the kanima, lacking the issues that had led to that for his counterpart. He'd need some semblance of a heart to be anywhere near that. But he was also from a little further along the timeline. Having taken on the Alpha twins and taken their power from him.

He could be found stalking through the woods. Seeking his pack. Seeking infiltrators. Seeking anyone he could find an excuse to kill. ]

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[ In looks, he is no different. But in voice, he certainly is. There's a cold stillness to him. An overwhelming sense of control. Making him sound closer to Peter Hale than the little ball of fury that was the original version of Jackson. ]

There is only one person who's going to win this. And no one will stand in my way. So we're going to work out a little deal. Anyone in my pack--[ The word sounded like poison on his tongue. ]--should already know what that is.

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I think you're over-estimating your own abilities, Jackson.

[She certainly doesn't expect this. She doesn't expect him to come so close and reach out for her. Her jaw clenches and she wonders if he knows about her. About her screams. Her other self has no problems hiding it and she wouldn't put it past her to just scream at him, to hurt him just because she can.

...But then. Jackson is the reason why she's at the Barge. Her deal is so they both can be rid of Peter. He's the reason she joined Peter in the first place. She gave up everything for him. Including her freedom. And if this is his reaction to her, Lydia can't help but be angry on her other self's behalf. She may be a bitch, but even she doesn't deserve that.

Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head up.]

Funny. You were pleasantly gone for a long time.

Right. How could I forget.

You're an alpha?

[ He gave another sniff at her words. His sneer deepening even further. ]

Because you've been seeing someone else.

[ His hand shot out, to her throat. To pin her to the tree. ]

I never over-estimate myself.

[ Simple fact. Unlike his other self, it wasn't arrogance. To drive his point home, his eyes flared brilliant, glowing red. ]

Uh huh.

[He's not impressed. To illustrate the point, he rolls his eyes and feigns a yawn.]

Here's hoping you get your ass kicked out there. [He winks, smirks and disconnects the feed.]

[ His claws dragged down over her neck. Pressing just a little harder. Not enough to break skin, but enough to remind her that he could.

Unlike what she knew, he wasn't quite like the Jackson her counterpart had known. He never cared about her, or anyone for that matter. She was just another person to use. Someone to exploit on his way to power. It's what led to the death of the alpha twins. Proof that she couldn't escape him until he allowed it. He didn't really take well to people defying him.

His hand shifted, thumb wrapping around the front of her throat. A suggestion. A threat. Smirking, cruelly at her words. ]

Oh, but I'm not the Jackson you've known.

Shouldn't you know the answer to that?

[ The Scott he knew certainly did. ]

You don't say.

[She does have mountain ash in her backpack, something she knows will be effective against him. But unfortunately, her backpack is on the floor, next to where she was sitting moments ago.

The fact that he's touching her throat does make her wonder if he knows. She knows that to try and push him away now will only make it worse. So she remains completely still.]

What do you want, Jackson?

[She doesn't give him the satisfaction of showing any reaction to the grip, having learned long ago that it could show a weakness. Instead she relaxes her body under his hold, meeting his gaze.]

Yes I have... Although seeing isn't necessarily the right word.

[Touching, reacquainting, making up for lost time - time Jackson had taken away from her... Time she'd thought he was dead. She wants to challenge him, speak out against him - scream and rage about what he'd done, but she knows she can't. Not yet.]

Do you want the details of what I've been doing or can you put together those pieces for yourself?

[ An arrogant little smirk tugged onto his face at the question. Oh, there was so very much that he wanted. Especially from her.

He moved even closer. His body pinning her to the tree. His lips so close to hers, she would feel his breath. As if he might kiss her, his eyes still locked on hers. ]

To win.

[ He said with a sudden tenseness to his voice as his hand on her throat suddenly tightened. Not quite yet enough to stop her breathing entirely. He wanted this to last. ]

[At his words, she laughs. It's mocking and angry and as she focuses on his face again, no matter how tight his grip is.]

That's right. [She shifts, trying to loosen his grip bus she knows it's pointless.]

You need to win at everything to hide how much of a loser you really are. But it won't matter, Jackson. I know everything you are deep down. So go ahead and kill me. It won't make you win. It won't make you better.

It will just make others who are better and stronger than you come hunt you down.

[She pauses, eyes narrowing with a smirk.]

And you will still be just. a big. loser.

[ His grip remains, firm and strong. And he remains unphased by her words. Insults like that may have shaken another version, but he was far more confident in himself. He had no hang-ups like the ones she was trying to exploit.

His own smirk turned into a full, cold, confident smile when she said he'd be a loser. His eyes glowing red. ]

I never lose. Set back, maybe. But you seem to have confused with someone who cares about such things. And maybe you won't stay dead, but it will still count. And I will be temporarily RID of your infuriating voice.

[ As he spoke, his hand slowly tightened around her throat. Until that emphasis on the word "rid" when he suddenly shoved hard, squeezing tighten enough to cease her breathing all together. ]

[The one thing Mickey has going for him is that he's quick, but only quick for a human. He spins as he hears the sound, but it's not enough to keep him from catching the kick -- it just hits him in the arm instead of the jaw. He grunts and jerks back, trying to follow Jackson's movements. If he can get a good idea of how he moves, if he can anticipate a target point...]

[Lydia gasps, her eyes widening when she sees his eyes are red. Jackson is an Alpha. A Jackson that doesn't seem to have the same humanity that her Jackson does and that is terrifying.

When he tightens his grip on her, she lifts her hands to his hand, trying to pull his fingers away from her, her eyes tearing up as she tiptoes, trying for any means to free herself.

She's trying to look at him and see anything that might remind her of the boy she loved, anything she might be able to reach for, but there doesn't seem to be anything for her to find.]

[The Scott he knew hasn't worn a human face in a month. Scott's gaze turns shifty, and he clears his throat.]

Yeah, I mean, uh, why would I pay attention to you?

[ He gave another sharp inhale, eyes flaring red. He knew it was far more than merely seeing Isaac. That idiot's stench was all over her. ]

You're going to STOP seeing him. And if I ever smell him on you again...

[ He moved closer. Close enough for his breath to be felt on her lips as he spoke. Teasing something that had once been so promising to her. ]

I'll rip his throat out.

[ Jackson hits the ground. Rolling with the momentum. Twisting with impressive grace to once again face Mickey, his feet under him. He launched at the kid from a crouch. Not going for a bodily attack, but dropping low. Trying to throw his shoulder into his opponent, and knock him off his feet. ]

[ That humanity she sought had never been there to begin with. It never developed. The Jackson she knew took being adopted as a personal failing. Driving to prove himself because of it. It humanized him. This one, however, went the opposite direction. The other version craved the connection he'd never had. This one thrived on not having it.

And he was so very satisfied, watching her struggle so very hard. His hand remaining, unhindered by her attempts to remove it. ]

What are you looking for, Lydia? Remorse? You won't find it.

[ But even as he said it, his grip loosened. Just enough for her to breathe again. He wanted to draw this out. Devastate her. Destroy her. Crush her before he killed her. So if she did come back, he could watch her crumble all over again. ]

[ He didn't know that. He'd only been on the barge a few days. ]

Who do you think you're fooling, McCall?

[This time, the werewolf is coming straight at him, and although there's not a lot to hit with him moving so fast, it's enough that he tries. He fires off two shots, grimacing as the recoil reverberates up the arm Jackson just smashed into.]

[No, apparently she isn't going to find remorse. But it finally dawns on her that Jackson, her Jackson is very likely to remember this. So she knows she has to do something to stop it. She can't let him have that memory. It was hard enough on Scott. It will destroy Jackson.

When his grip on her throat loosens, she finds her opportunity. Lydia takes a deep breath instantly but instead of letting it out, she opens her mouth and screams.

It doesn't feel as sharp and strong as her mirror self's. But it makes her entire body vibrate, like all of her strength is going into that scream. She just hopes it works.]

[ He didn't expect her to be able to scream like her counterpart. Or at all, really. She was too weak. As as she drew her breath in, his thumb started to caress her throat.

But that scream. It ripped through him worse than any claws. He yanked back from her, hands clamping over his ears. But it did nothing to help. His eyes glowed red and angry. Snarling hard.

Nothing but fury in his face, he tried to shake the effects off. Growling. Reaching for her. ]

[Kira has been going out on a regular basis, searching for others she can draw into the group that she and Allison had been collecting. She'd been working in a spiral, venturing further out as time passed.

Regardless of the distance between their two points, the scream pierces Kira's eardrums, forcing her to pause and clap her hands protectively over her ears. Except some instinct makes her realize - this is not a call of death, but a cry for help.

She takes off at top speed, withdrawing the katana from its sheath and moving it into a strike position as she streaks through the forest toward Lydia.]

[Lydia instantly lifts her hands to her throat, her eyes wide as she stares down at him. Instead of running, though, she reaches for her backpack. She knows she will never outrun him but she can if she traps him.

Even as an Alpha, Mountain Ash will still work against him and should contain him long enough for her to get away.

As Jackson reaches for her, she steps away, out of his reach and searches the bag for the pouch Stiles gave her.]

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