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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IN THE MIDDLE OF A SHADOWY LACROSSE FIELD, a terrified Stiles looks up from Lydia's unconscious and bloodied body to Peter who still holds onto Luna.
"I told you what I know... let her go... please."
Peter chuckles nodding before he lets go of Luna's neck then slams his elbow on her shoulder, knocking her out cold.
"What the hell?"
Stiles moves to bend down to check on Luna but freezes as Peter shakes a finger, "Ah Ah Ah."
Stiles looks at the two unconscious girls. Lydia bloody all over and Luna with claw marks in the side of her neck and Lydia's blood all over her.
"No. We can't just leave them here."
"You're coming with me, Stiles. You don't have a choice."
Stiles shakes his head, "Then kill me. I don't care."
Two important girls in his life were hurt and unconscious in front of him. There was no way he would leave them here with no help. He'd honestly rather die.
Peter eyes him, head craning forward as if to determine Stiles's conviction by scent or heartbeat.
With a satisfied nod he replies, "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where they are. That's all you get."
With a trembling hand, Stiles pulls his phone from his coat. After telling Jackson where the two girls are, Stiles follows Peter to his jeep and drives away.
A few minutes later, Jackson runs out the school building to the lacrosse field and falls to his knees in front of Lydia's body. He looks around in fear and confusion.
Luna was nowhere to be found.
Screams burst all over the parking lot of the school. Girls point in terror and heads snap around to look at the nightmarish sight stepping out of the woods.
"Somebody help me! Help me!"
Jackson races between the cars with Lydia in his arms, her dress in tatters and saturated in blood. His shouts for help become louder and more urgent, even reaching the ears of Peter. Who turns only slightly at the whisper of a scream through the window of Stiles's Jeep. He glances back to the worried boy driving beside him.
"Oh, don't feel so bad. If Lydia lives she'll turn into a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."
"And once a month she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."
Peter shrugs, "Actually, considering she's a woman... twice a month."
Stiles throws him a glare of pure hatred and pushes the pedal to the floor.
...
Under the glow of a florescent bulb, Scott sits on the floor in the back of the Animal Clinic, his only refuge. Knees pulled to his chest, he puts his head in his hands.
