A Little Bit Of This And A Little Bit Of That

Parties and bodies

"Stiles! Stiles!" Scott continues to yell.

Stiles finally hears the last attempt to call his name, but the split second of distraction caused the nearby K9 officer to start barking at him, scaring him so much he falls backwards onto the ground. The deputy with the search dog immediately points his flashlight at Stiles as he tries to recover from the shock.

"Hold it right there!" The deputy yelled pointing his flashlight at Stiles.

Stiles puts his hands up while I push Scott behind a nearby tree, pressing his back to it, closing his eyes as though it will keep him from being seen, and I keeps hand over his mouth to keep him silent. Just then, another male voice is heard-- it is Noah Stilinski, Stiles' father and the Sheriff of Beacon County.

"Hang on, hang on..." Stilinski 1.0 said. "This little delinquent belongs to me." The sheriff sighs.

"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles asked and I was tempted to let out a dry laugh at his attempt to play it cool and not get all three of us in trouble.

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" The sheriff asked causing Stiles to laugh sheepishly.

"No. Heh..." Stiles answered before continuing, "...Not the boring ones."

"Fucken idiot should have kept his mouth shut." I muttered.

"Now, where's your usual partner in crime? Or Danny I know that she would tag along." Sheriff said.

"Who, Scott?, Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. And Danny's at her uncle's house sleeping getting ready for school she not just naturally that beautiful." Stiles rambles and I rolled my eyes at the idijit. "It's just me... In the woods... Alone... Looking for azaleas....." Stiles continued.

"Idiot need to shut up before I shot him with a dart." I growled silently.

"Scott, you out there? Scott?" Sheriff calls, "Danny, how 'bout you?" After a minute the sheriff continues, "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car... And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called "invasion of privacy."" Sheriff snapped dragging Stiles off.

As Stiles and the Sheriff leave, Scott closes his eyes and hits the back of his head on the tree, mouthing "Damn!" under his breath when he realizes that by hiding himself, he lost his way home. We wait until the coast is clear before heading in the opposite direction through the woods, following the same path we took to get there. Thunder and lightning flickers overhead as we carefully makes our way back, Scott pulling up the hood to his sweatshirt to try to keep his head dry from the steady rain. Personally I like the rain and it tames my hair so win win. It's evident that he's unnerved by the sounds of the forest animals around him, but when we make it to a foggy clearing, he becomes unnerved by the fact that it falls completely silent. He pulls his inhaler out of his hoodie once again and shakes it, intending to take another hit, when suddenly a herd of deer begin frantically stampeding toward us, trampling him and me over and causing his inhaler to fly several meters away. Once the deer have cleared out, Scott, still in shock, gets to his feet before helping me up and we start looking for his inhaler using our cell phones as a light source. He's about to search through a pile of dead leaves when he's startled, I walk over and figured out why he's startled he found the other half of the body that Stiles had told us about-- young, white, with dark hair and very clearly bisected at the waist. The shock of this sight stuns him so badly that he loses his balance and tumbles down the hill behind him and into a ravine. I take a picture because Stiles wasn't here to see it and follow where he fell. I got to him and we heard a growl from behind us causing him to freeze in fear. We slowly turn around, only to find a large, bestial wolf with glowing red eyes standing before him.