Monday Late-Morning, January 10th, 2011. Somewhere even nearer to Beacon Hills, California....
Lucas ran to Beacon Hills on foot. Not only because he simply didn't have a car but also because he wanted to test his limits.
He didn't really know what he was doing when he fought Peter until after he'd had his back torn open and shoulder turned into a chew toy.
So, through the forests he ran.
It took a bit of effort, but he selectively transformed specific parts of himself— starting with his legs.
Thankfully, he was always a good multi-tasked.
He only tripped once, but afterwards, he was speed.
With only his legs transformed, he topped out at at least eighty miles per hour— his means of measurement was defined by the speeding Porsche he raced down the highway below him as he ran atop the cliff edges of the forest bordering it.
He assumed transforming the rest of his body would only boost his speed based on the body mechanics of sprinting.
Faster moving arms equals a more fluid kinetic chain that produces faster movement. Larger lungs equals more oxygen and— who gives a damn about the science of it?
Lucas fully transformed and left the speeding Porsche in the dust. The last time he used his enhanced vision to gaze into the car below and eye the speedometer, he was running at one hundred and fifteen miles per hour.
And truthfully, it had to feel better than speeding in a Porsche. He was one with the world. On top of it. Dominating. Everything cleared a path for him. The trees that didn't? Wood splinters on the wind as he bashed through some and jumped on others to swing from branch to branch and all but fly.
He soared— not high enough for any newscast helicopters or planes to see, and took in the wind with a primal exclamation of joy. Of virility and embracing of his second chance at life.
It was safe to say he reached Beacon Hills in good time.
He also reached Beacon Hills with no clothes on.
Or at least he would've….
Along the way, he found an old blanket hanging from a tree and a pair of torn rubber overalls obviously belonging to some botanist or forest researcher probably eaten by Peter.
He wore the overalls and pulled the blanket about himself like a cloak as he left the forest coverage and entered the city.
It was desolate, aside from a few parked cars and walking civilians in the distance.
"I guess the emptiness makes sense. If I remember correctly, it's the first day back to school and probably sometime after eight am as a result. Hmm….. I should've been able to get here faster. I guess I'm technically a newborn lycan. So even with all my benefits and gifts— that I know of, I'm limited by age. Maybe I do need to go to the dragonball verse. A hyperbolic time chamber would do wonders. For now I'll settle for clothes and a haircut, though."
A car honked as it drove past him and three girls poked their heads out of the car to look at him as the winds blew open his blanket covering.
"Heyyyy!" One of them yelled after him.
Lucas watched them go and thought to himself, "Where were y'all during season one?"
They hit the end of the block and took a left, disappearing as Lucas crossed the street and entered a clothing store.
Again, not very active.
"Welcome in." The front desk worker said as he fumbled with something under his desk.
Lucas raised an eyebrow and looked around the store for cameras.
None.
"Oh….. you can't be serious." Lucas thought before his legs began to partially transform.
He took off in a blur, blowing past a few shirt, pants, jacket and shoes racks before the bell at the stores door rang again.
The front-desk worker stood up, "Welcome….. in?"
The winds Lucas generated from his speed rustled the workers hair as he looked around to find the store empty. And a little less cluttered than before.
"Hey! Where'd my tip jar go?!"
An hour later and Lucas stepped out of the Beacon Hill's barber shop looking very different. At least no longer covered in blood and naked.
He now wore a pair of loose fit blue jeans, a white t-shirt, black leather jacket and had his long hair cut down to a buzz cut.
Under the sun, his black Diamond earrings glimmered in tandem with his rings.
"Pretty privelege is crazy." He thought before setting his sights on his next goal.
School.
As a child or teen, he'd never experienced public school. His father was a multimillionaire who gained his fortune being a cold-hearted and cutthroat business tycoon, so, Lucas was tutored from beginning to end by weird family professionals and educational staff on payroll. For safety.
He hated it.
It's part of what got him into watching Teen Wolf.
So, going to highschool was part of his plan for living. It was also part of his plan to not die in this verse. Beacon Hills high was sort of the nexus point of everything plot related and gave him good cover to work around the Hunters until he decided to run through them. Season two required a few of them to live though. And season two was the start of everything dangerous after activating the nemeton.
Plus, if it wasn't obvious, hot girls.
Not to mention he needed to test more of his abilities as an Alpha with exactly one Beta in the form of Scott. Not that it would stay that way. A replacement would be ideal actually.
Lucas rolled his eyes in thought. "My day was off to a great start too. Either way, I'm hype. School lunch has to be better than the shit I had to eat before….. FRENCH FRIES!!!!!"