30,000 words in and although I had decided to wait til I was completely done writing this, I kinda wanted to throw the first chapter or few up there, just to gauge everyone's reactions. so PLEASE review and tell me what you think? it will help me a lot. thanks.
Title: The Hunt 1/?
Summary: Catalina Danvers was as blissfully ignorant as the next student in Beacon Hills. But when her knowledge and skills are needed, she has to decide whether to step into a whole new world and let them know she has more to offer than they could even imagine. Follows the fb game, season 2.
Disclaimer: This isn't mine. I own the OC.
AN: Really, this whole idea isn't solely mine. If anyone is on the Teen Wolf fb page, there is a game they have on there, called The Hunt. Which in you play a student aide out to help the Teen Wolf crew. So I thought, wouldn't it be neat if this became a fan fiction and voila! So I kind of delved in further but this does follow elements of the game which does follow the series (season 2). BUT you should know, that there will be changed elements and the likes. Pairings from the show are not set in stone... So please let me know what you think?
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It started like any other day. She woke up, got ready for school, went downstairs, made breakfast for her dad and left, all the while lamenting the fact that she had to walk, yet again. Unfortunately on her dad's meager salary, another car couldn't be afforded so she was stuck walking. It didn't help that the streets were practically empty at this time of the morning and with the recent mountain lion attacks, it made her nervous. But she was a student aide at Beacon Hills high school, and as such, she was behind on some work that she wanted to get done before class started. Not unusual, sometimes she left right after school or skipped her afternoon shift with the intention of coming in early the next day. It was completely normal, just another day in the life of sophomore, Catalina Danvers.
With a sigh, she moved her books from one hand to the other before pushing her glasses up on her nose, annoyed by the fact that they kept sliding down. She adjusted the bag on her back and pushed her headband back smoothing down her hair. She looked drab and she knew it but ever since they moved here, in the middle of freshman year, she had been ignored by pretty much everyone. Her friends were few and far between so as a result, she just quit caring about doing her hair and make-up, not like anyone would even notice. She knew people thought she was weird, she gave off this certain vibe, always had, in fact that was why her dad moved them to Beacon Hills. So they could put what happened behind them and start over.
"Hey." She heard someone yell, just as a horn honked.
She spun around, startled but thinking in no way someone would be calling out to her.
"Catherine right?"
She looked at the jeep that had pulled up behind her as two guys exited and immediately she blushed at seeing who it was. Scott McCall and Stiles- well, she actually didn't know if that was his real name or a last name. She had a few classes with each of them , thought they were both definitely on the cute side but knew that Scott was with Allison Argent or recently broken up, she heard rumors about that and as far as she knew, Stiles was over the moon for Lydia Martin, one of the most popular girls in school. Come to think of it, she had heard that Lydia was in the hospital for some kind of animal attack that happened at the formal but she really didn't know, she hadn't gone, as usual.
"Cat." She replied. "Catalina."
"Sorry." Scott replied with a smile, making her blush more. He was cute, beyond cute and at one time, very recently, on the fringe of the high school cliques much like her, but at least the guys had each other and now that Scott was a star of the lacrosse team, they were far more popular than she could ever hope to be. Which left her confused as to why they were here, at this hour, seemingly looking for her.
"We need to talk to you."
She looked behind her, making sure that no one else was behind her before turning back to them, a look of confusion on her face. "Me?"
"Yes, do you need a ride to school?" Stiles asked, looking slightly agitated.
Cat hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, sure?"
Being the smallest, she squeezed into the back, waiting for the other two to start speaking, still at a loss that she was actually in Stiles jeep. Sure he was kind of nerdy but in a totally cute way.
"You're a student aide, right?" Stiles asked as he put the car in gear.
"Yes." She slowly replied, finally figuring they probably wanted her to change a crappy grade one of them had received. "But I'm limited on what I have access to."
Scott turned around, his brown eyes piercing into her blue ones. "But you could have access to more if you wanted to, right?"
She hesitated before nodding. Her computer skills were well above average and she knew she could get into restricted files. Her one and only sort of friend, Erica, was a student aide with her who suffered from seizures so did this for the extra credits while Cat did it because she really had nothing else to do. Once in a while when it was slow, they would test just how far they could get into the system, Cat surpassing Erica no problem, whom was average at best on computers.
"How do you know?" She asked.
"That other girl that works with you, Erica? she told us in a roundabout way that you were really good with the computers. We need your help with something." Scott said, a pleading look on his face.
She shook her head. "I'm not changing your grades."
Stiles looked at her through the rear view mirror. "You can do that?"
"I could, I just never have." She cocked her head to the side in confusion. "If that's not what you want, then what are you guys looking for? If it's changing the cafeteria menu, I already did that." She slapped a hand over her mouth. No one, not even Erica knew that but really? Fish sticks? Gross. Pizza was a much better choice.
"I like this girl." Stiles said with a big grin.
She hesitantly returned his smile before looking back at Scott, waiting for him to tell her what they needed.
"You've heard about Lydia being attacked on the lacrosse field at the winter formal, right?"
Cat, shot a glance at Stiles who was now tense as he stared straight ahead. "I heard rumors but I don't know what really happened."
"Something attacked her." Stiles snapped, "The rumors are true."
"And now, she's missing." Scott finished, with a glance at the driver.
Her eyes widened. "Missing? From where?"
"The hospital."
Stiles reached over and put his phone on speaker and she leaned forward as a police dispatcher came over the line, informing all units that a girl had gone missing from the hospital and was in a manic state and quite possibly… naked?
"where did you get that?" Cat asked in disbelief.
"My dad's the sheriff." Stiles replied as though it was no big deal. "But we need to find Lydia, like right now. We were hoping since you worked in the principal's office you could help out in getting people to look for her. Flyer's, search parties, milk cartons, whatever it takes."
"No offense, but why would anyone listen to me? I'm just that, a student aide, the most I can do is slip it into the day's announcements, maybe print out a lot of flyers?"
"That's great, really." Scott reassured her "but we need something else from you and this is a little harder but I'm sure Lydia would appreciate it."
Cat couldn't hold back the snort of disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Lydia has spent the last year ridiculing me when she actually noticed me."
"So you won't help us?" Stiles sounded disappointed and she was quick to reassure him.
"I never said that, of course I'll help, but you don't have to say Lydia will appreciate it. Don't insult me."
The two guys quickly shared a look before Stiles continued on. "This time, she actually might. This is about the certain perks you have, and access to sensitive material."
Scott quirked a small smile. "You make it sound so sketchy."
"Well it kind of is." Stiles reminded him.
"How about someone just tell me what you need and I can decide." Her eyes kind of widened at her tone. She hadn't spoken like that to anyone. Ever.
Scott looked at her again. "Cat, we need you to hack into the school's hard drive to delete the archived video footage of Lydia getting attacked on the lacrosse field."
She stared at them in shock, unsure if she heard right. "You want me to hack into the security cams?"
"Can you?" Scott asked, his eyes intense as he stared at her and she couldn't help but look away to Stiles who was also looking at her through his rear view mirror again.
"Won't that help the police find out who did it though? If it's there it should go to them."
"No." Stiles all but shouted. "Trust me; this is something the cops don't need to know."
"What's on there?" She asked.
They exchanged looks again and Stiles gave a small nod.
"We can't stop you from looking at it but when you do, your whole life is going to change. It's up to you if you want that to happen." Scott warned her.
"This sounds… scary."
"It is, it really, really is." Stiles said.
She bit her lower lip as they pulled into the school parking lot. Stiles parked the car and Scott got out, grabbing her stuff before holding out a hand to her. She blushed yet again and mentally rolled her eyes at herself before taking it, gasping when she did.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Scott asked, peering closely at her.
She shook her head, trying to shake away the image she just saw, it made no sense and right at this moment she couldn't think about it either.
"I'll do it." She whispered. "I'll delete it but I want a full explanation when I'm done."
Scott handed her, her bag but held on to her books as they walked to the school. "You have no idea how much you're helping us."
"No, but I have a feeling I will soon enough." Cat muttered to herself as Stiles opened the door them. "Luckily, I'm the only one in the office this morning." She held out a set of keys. "I'm trustworthy."
Stiles had a look of relief on his face. "That has been the best news all week."
"But I need to go alone. If someone else shows up and you're here, it will only raise suspicion."
"Here, give me your phone." Scott held out his hand and she dropped her phone into his palm without a second thought, making sure not to touch his bare skin. A pretty face, and she was doing whatever he asked. This could not be of the good.
He programmed something into it before handing her phone and the books he was holding back to her. "My number is in there. When you're done your work, let me know and we can meet up."
Oh god, she had Scott McCall's number, in her phone. She would not hyperventilate. She just had to nod and go into the office. That's all she had to do. She forced a smile on to her face and nodded as she began to walk backwards, stumbling as she hit the door. Her face went bright red and she quickly turned around, unlocking it and scurrying to the student aide desk.
Could she be anymore awkward? They were probably laughing at her right now and she wanted to bang her head against the desk but knew she only had a short amount of time to get into the system and delete the footage.
It didn't take her long to hack in, having done it many times before but she knew she needed it to be done before anyone else showed up, especially if she was going to watch the footage. There was no doubt that she wouldn't. She was curious by nature and it was that curiosity that helped her learn her way around the school's system. Sure she changed the cafeteria menu's once in a while but she never touched the grades and until now had never tampered with any of the security footage.
With a deep breath, she entered the security cams and looked for the appropriate date, clicking on the footage as soon as it appeared.
She could only stare in shock.
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"Why hasn't she messaged yet?" Stiles asked, pacing up and down the hallway after morning lacrosse practice.
"I'm sure she has other work to do as well." Scott reminded him.
"The bell's going to ring soon."
"Calm down, we have 10 minutes. Did you notice though? When I helped her out of the jeep, it was like she momentarily zoned out and was somewhere else."
"yeah, so?"
Scott shook his head. "I don't know, it was just weird, like she was seeing something only she could see."
His phone buzzed and he looked down at it, relief flooding through him. "It's done. She says she'll meet us at her locker, it's near Allison's."
"Convenient." Stiles muttered.
They arrived at the locker just as Allison was closing her locker.
"What are you doing here?" She hissed. "did you find Lydia?"
Scott couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face whenever Allison was near. He still couldn't believe that she loved him, even though she already knew about his werewolf status and it was her family's job to hunt his kind down.
"We're meeting someone." Stiles explained. "She's a student aide and deleting the footage, Catherine something."
"Catalina Danvers." A new voice corrected him.
All three turned to see Cat walking towards them, her glasses askew, skin pale. Her hands were slightly trembling and it was probably unnoticeable to the others, but Scott could pick up on it.
"Hi." Allison said with a big smile. "Cat right? We have history and science together."
She nodded, turning to her locker and trying the combination once, twice, a third time before letting out a sound of disgust. "What the hell?" she cried.
"I don't think that's your locker." Allison gently told her, exchanging a look with the two guys. "You're two down from me I think, and this one is mine." She pointed to her locker which was 3 away from the one Cat had been trying to open.
"Of course." She muttered, opening the correct locker and shoving her bag inside.
"Did you watch the footage?" Scott asked.
Cat didn't look at them, instead concentrating on putting away the books she didn't need and grabbing the proper ones for her morning class
Allison exchanged another look with the guys. "I'm pretty sure Cat saw the werewolf bite Lydia."
Cat turned on Allison, shock and relief flooding her features. "So I wasn't imagining that?"
All three of them shook their heads.
"I don't know whether I should be relieved I'm not crazy or start freaking out 'cause I really saw that."
"It sucks, but now you know why we had to get rid of that footage." Stiles told her.
"Cat, I'm really sorry for getting you involved but we really needed your help." Scott did sound really sorry and Cat wanted to reassure him that it was all okay, she'd rather know then be dumb to what was really going on but she couldn't quite get the words out just yet.
"And you can't tell anyone what you saw, that's not the only werewolf in Beacon Hills." Stiles continued.
Her eyes shot to him in disbelief. There was more? "Who-who else?" she asked.
"I told you, it was a whole other world you're stepping into Cat." Scott said and she could only nod at that.
"She can handle it." Allison assured them all.
"If Lydia is changing, we need to find her fast, before the police do, they can't know." Stiles ran a hand over his head in frustration.
"And before the werewolf hunters." The dark haired girl interjected.
Cat stared at her. "Hunters? There are hunters too?"
The three others exchanged a nervous look just as the bell rang, saving them from explaining further.
"It's the bell; I'll see you in history Cat." Allison left, Stiles following after her with a wave.
"We'll talk more later." Scott promised. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, closing her locker and turning to her homeroom, surprised to see Scott walking beside her.
"You don't have to walk me." She told him.
He smiled at her. "I don't mind."
"I'm not going to break."
Scott chuckled. "I don't think you will."
She knew she wouldn't either, not again.
She wanted to ask how he got involved in all this, if he was somehow connected to this whole werewolf thing like she suspected but they were already at the doorway to her homeroom and with a smile turned to walk in, her head completely spinning by all she had learned.
Yes, she sarcastically told herself, just like any other day.
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