Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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LIT ONLY BY THE BLUEISH GLOW FROM THE CRESCENT MOON IN THE NIGHT SKY, Scott McCall blinks, trying to see in the darkness. All he can hear is his own nervous gasping until silhouetted bodies flit by, bringing sound hurtling back. People hurry off the bleachers, players rushing from the field. Scott blinks and all is silent again. He searches with his hearing, focusing on familiar voices.
"Scott! Scott, where are you?" Melissa repeats frantically.
"Everyone listen--listen to me!" Noah Stilinski orders.
"Back off, just get back-" Coach yells.
A player accidentally runs into a fan charging off the bleachers. The crash of bodies and shouts of panicked parents blasts back at Scott in full volume.
He spins toward the field. When he blinks again, his eyes are glowing, the blue light from the moon replaced by the yellow of his werewolf eyes.
Now seeing with heightened vision, he glances from one person to the next, finding neither Jackson or Gerard. Eyes simmering back to normal, Scott spots a crowd gathering on the field and races ahead, almost knocking into his mother.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine--I'm fine. But someone's hurt. Someone on the field."
With an electric crackle, the stadium lights burst back on, blazing to life one-by-one. Field once again illuminated, both the Beacon Hills team and their opponents are revealed gathered around a fallen player.
"He's not moving-"
"-someone call an ambulance."
"All right, get back, get back!" With Coach pulling his frightened players aside, Scott and Melissa reach the body to discover Jackson.
Scott stops in his tracks, shocked at the sight. Lydia hurtles past him, pushing aside lacrosse players twice her size.
"Jackson? What's happening--What happened?"
"Can we get a medic over here! Tate!"
Melissa kneels by Jackson's side and takes his wrist to feel for a pulse. Then puts her ear to his chest. A quiet comes over the waiting crowd.
"He's not breathing. No pulse."
Lydia starts to tear up, "Oh God--there's blood--there's blood on him."
While Melissa locates punctures and tears on Jackson's jersey, Isaac appears at Scott's side.
"Look."
Isaac follows Scott's eyes to see blood on the tips of Jackson's fingers, perfectly matching the puncture wounds.
Issac frowns, "He did it to himself?"
Sirens rising in the distance, Melissa begins CPR chest compressions. Helpless, Coach can only watch while a tear-stained Lydia kneels next to her former boyfriend.
