BEACON HILLS PRESERVE
[It is a dark and foggy night as several Beacon County Sheriff's Department deputies pull up to the Beacon Hills Preserve in their police cruisers. At least a dozen officers get out of their vehicles, some with K9 unit dogs who are barking and whimpering amongst the radio chatter. Flashlights in hand, the deputies begin their search in the woods]
MCCALL HOUSE
[Scott McCall is sitting on his bed in his room, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, as he re-threads the laces on his lacrosse stick. Once he's determined that the net on his stick is secure and loose enough, he tosses the stick on his bed before walking toward the bathroom door, where he has a bar mounted on the lintel. After doing a series of chin-ups, Scott goes into the bathroom, where he brushes his teeth and washes his face before bed]
Allison looked away blushing furiously seeing her ex boyfriend only wearing a pair of gym shorts.
[Suddenly, Scott hears a noise outside and pauses to listen for danger. The scene cuts to the front porch, where Scott, now in a red hoodie, walks outside with a wooden baseball bat in hand as he investigates what is causing the noise. Suddenly, a figure appears hanging from the roof, and Scott yelps in terror, almost hitting the person in the face with his bat until he realizes that it is Stiles Stilinski, his best friend, who is yelping just as loudly]
SCOTT & STILES: [simultaneously] AHH! AHHH! AHHHH!
[Scott huffs in frustration and annoyance before lowering his bat]
SCOTT: Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!
[Stiles looks just as exasperated as Scott as he eyes the bat in his best friend's hands]
STILES: You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?
SCOTT: [annoyed] I thought you were a predator!
STILES: A pre... Wha?
"Really a predator? Stiles? Predator?" Peter says incredulously.
"HEY!"
[Stiles looks at Scott, clearly appalled by the implication, before scoffing and changing the subject to why he's there]
STILES: Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-- they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.
Noah give Scott and Stiles a pointed look.
SCOTT: [frowns] For what?
[Stiles has difficulty concealing his glee regarding his answer]
STILES: Two joggers found a body in the woods.
"Sorry" Stiles mumbles to Hales.
[Reaching up to pull himself free of the trellis, Stiles lands on his feet in front of Scott, who still looks confused]
SCOTT: What, a dead body?
Everyone give Scott a look.
[Stiles reaches up and leans on the railing to look at Scott at eye-level with a sarcastic expression]
STILES: No, a body of water.
[Stiles rolls his eyes]
STILES: Yes, dumbass, a dead body!
[Scott looks unnerved about this news as Stiles climbs over the railing to join him on the porch]
SCOTT: You mean, like, murdered?
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FanfictionWhat happened when a group of supernaturals was brought together to watch their future with their future kids? In which the future kids shows the future of their past parents in hopes of changing their fate.
