*WAS CRUEL SUMMER*
"The pain of it slashed through my body in nauseating waves before settling heavily in the pit of my belly. I tried to hold it together, to hold it down, but I couldn't."
{ scott mccall x fem!oc }
{ season three - six }
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the benefactor
With his best friend following right behind him, Scott McCall rushed through his house, needing the assistance of the only person he saw fit to handle the mess that he had gotten himself into, a big mess. One that could cost both him and someone else their life. If Araya Calavera ever found out what he had done, he was dead, she made that clear in Mexico. He didn't know what to do, it wasn't as though he had done this before. Neither had Stiles, but his best friend was smart, they always managed to figure something out together, this had to be the same. He hoped.
He could barely think straight, all he could hear was his own heart beating ten to the dozen. He'd always thought of himself as a good person, someone rational, maybe even fair. He was careful, he tried to do the right thing. But tonight there was no telling what was the right thing, what was fair, rational, or whether he would be claimed as a good person for what he did. He was trying to do what he always did- save people. That was all he ever tried to do, it never usually ended in an obnoxious mess like this. Perhaps he had saved someone, two people, including his mother who was attacked by a wendigo, a kid named Sean, but it was the other person he had saved that left his mind reeling. Liam Dunbar, the freshman. The new lacrosse player. A boy who was only in the hospital because of him putting him in there because his jealousy had taken over, his ego got the best of him. Saving the boy came with consequences. Big ones.
What else was he supposed to do? When a fifteen-year-old was clinging onto the edge of a roof it wasn't as though he could step back and let nature take its course. He had to help. In any way he saw fit in the moment. And with a wendigo hanging off of his back like a buckaroo, he was left in a jam, with only one option at hand. To bite him. He had never had any intention of building his pack, biting someone, and putting them through the same hell he went through. That was why a threat like that from Araya never concerned him too much, he thought it was impossible. There never seemed a possibility before. Now, it was his reality.
"What did you do with him anyway?" Stiles Stilinski asked as he followed his best friend through the house.
Scott stopped at the bottom of the stairs, biting his lip as he thought of an answer. "He's... lying down." He mumbled lowly, raising Stiles' brow. He didn't elaborate, he would let what waited in his bathroom do all the talking. With every moment that passed Stiles became more concerned, unsure what waited for him, he had a few ideas, with the little information he had, he had to be conscious of all possibilities. Despite all of the possibilities he thought of, none matched up with reality. He slowly drew the shower curtain back, revealing Liam Dunbar in Scott's bathtub, taped in every place possible, restricting him, silencing him. The boy looked petrified, and rightly so, a usual Thursday night didn't consist of being kidnapped by the lacrosse captain.
His eyes darted between the two Juniors, hoping that the newcomer might save him from what was clearly a psychopathic friend. The duct tape muffled his plead for help, Stiles couldn't speak as he stared at the boy, his jaw on the floor while Scott guiltily stood beside him, hoping that this wasn't too far and that they couldn't fix it somehow. He waited for reassurance, but Stiles didn't know anything that could help in a situation like this. Instead, he slowly covers Liam up with the curtain, a temporary solution to their problem.
