After the Hogwarts War, your parents became worried about you and decided that staying with your father was better than attending Hogwarts for another year.
What awaits you in Beacon Hills, where you only spend your summer breaks? Can you achieve yo...
In the parking lot, the night air heavy with tension, Stiles and Lydia went outside in search of Scott, their worry visible on their faces. The weight of uncertainty hung in the air as they met up with Allison, who had been tirelessly searching for Scott.
"I can't find him anywhere. It's like he vanished into thin air." Allison said, her voice filled with concern.
"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles asked nervously.
"It has to be. Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?" Lydia said as she looked around.
Her gaze wandered across the desolate parking lot, her eyes scanning for any sign of their friend. And then, they saw him. Scott stood there, drenched from head to toe, holding a lit flare in his trembling hand. His eyes held a deep sadness, one that struck their hearts with a heartbreaking intensity.
"Scott! Oh my-" Allison gasped.
But Scott's despair was deep-rooted, and Allison's pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. He gestured toward the surrounding puddle of gasoline, emphasizing the danger he posed not just to himself, but to those around him.
"There's no hope." He said.
"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison said, her voice trembling.
"Not for me. Not for Derek."
"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault." Allison cried out.
"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed." Scott was in a very bad state.
"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now..." Stiles tried to approach him.
"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all." Scott said desperately.
Allison and Stiles exchanged glances, their hearts breaking at Scott's belief that death was the only answer. They needed to reach him, to break through the darkness clouding his mind.
Scott's tears mingled with the gasoline-soaked ground as he stared at Stiles, a flicker of hope wrestling with his overwhelming despair.
Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're... Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother.
And then, Stiles stepped onto the gasoline-soaked ground, his voice filled with determination yet trembling nevertheless.
"All right, so... so if you're gonna do this, then... I think you're just gonna have to take me with you. All right?"
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