421
by
THE WILDBIRDS
She was running.
She didn't no where she was going or why she was running threw the woods, but she was and it felt rite, she had watched her brother do the same but that wasn't shy she ran. It was like something in her was telling her to run. it was a powerful feeling coursing threw her veins filling every inch of her body telling her this was the rite way.
'Your running angel, your running again'
A distorted voice sounded in her head, confusing her but that was the least of her problems, her biggest problem was that she was beginning to run faster, her legs carrying her faster than she could imagine while soaring past the trees.
She could see a faint building in the distance and but her legs weren't stopping and it didn't matter how hard the girl tried they just wouldn't stop, a look of fear crossed her face as she panicked.
What the hell?
Her eyes shot up as she stopped as her legs suddenly stopped, dropping her to her knees before she took in her surroundings noticing were she was.
The Hale house.
"Why did you take me back here?" she questioned to herself, slowly rising from the ground.
Before she knew it she was walking further towards the burned down building, curiosity taking over.
Once she reached the door step she pushed the door slightly forcing it to creek open as she stepped inside, it was burned and the wood was charred as she had suspected.
Lifting her hand up she placed it on the burnt railing in front of her, letting her fingertips run over the ashy wood as a small blur clouded her vision.
She was crying.
A small tear droplet rolled down her cheek and hit the floor, the feeling washing over the girl wasn't one she was familiar with. It was like she could see this perfectly happy family and all of their memories slowly fading away.
Her phone buzzed suddenly, snapping her from the feeling as she pulled it out her jean pocket, it was a text from stiles.
Stilinski <3
Games about to start we're are you? X
Your starting to really worry me lia.
Please answer.
"Shit."
She swore before slipping her phone back in her pocket and speeding out the door.
....
The whistle blew sending Jackson, Scott and the team charging off the bench and on to the field as she arrived at the game. Stiles remained with the other bench warmers, nervously chewing the fingers of his gloves.
"Hi, Sorry I ran after Scott and got lost-" stiles shot up from where he was sitting. "Angel! Thank God you ok, I was so worried about you and once I found Scott I figured you had just gone home-" the taller boy wrapped his arms around the girl trapping her head under his chin, he let out a sigh of relief, "please don't do that to me ever again." she hugged him back with just as much force, the girl felt truly safe in his arms.
Scott walked out to take his position, pulling his helmet down and briefly closing his eyes as the pair slowly come apart, "im sorry, I got lost and-" she paused taking a glance up at him.
His eyes were full of love, pupils dialated and the small smile the signaled how much he cared for the girl. "Can i talk to you later?" he smiled. Little wider, "I'd love too"
They both took there seats on the bench, looking up at the match. "Please, let this go okay." She said under her breath, Scott was glaring at jackson from underneath his helmet watching as he walked confidently on to the field before turning his back to Scott.
Sheriff Stilinski taped Stiles on the shoulder from behind him. "Hey kiddo's. Any chance you'll be seeing some action tonight Stiles?" Stiles looked from the field to the girl next to him, "Action? Definite possibility." The pair exchanged glances before turning back to the field and watching everything happen in front of them.
Jackson moved to face the opposing team member at the draw as the Ref placed the ball on the grass. Scott looked like anxiety was pooling inside him, about to burst out at any moment. "Please... please..." angel crossed her fingers when The ref slowly brung the whistle to his lips. Jackson tightening his grip on his stick, teeth clenched down on his mouth guard as the whistle blew.
....
Coach screamed, "That's it Jackson! Get fired up!" While Scott was glancing up behind them, catching Angels attention. Up on the bleachers Allison and Lydia reached down and pick up a piece of poster board, raising it high above their heads.
'We luv u Jackson!'
"Brutal." Stiles huffed as Angel turned back to her brother seeing him grow more and more fuming, staring up at them in disbelief. "This is not going to be good." She sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them.
Scott stood with his gloves twisting around the stick, looking like he was about to snap it into little pieces when the whistel blew again. He looked eye contact with his sister, looking up at her through his helmet.
His eyes turning yellow.
Shit.
....
Scott stood hunched-over, face masked in shadow under his helmet. "You okay, kid?" the ref asked him before Scott noded very slowly, his body rose with each breath, looking as if he's about to launch off the ground to attack.
The Whistle blew andw was off again, moving for the ball as it was caught by the other team. The opposing player, freaking out and just tossed the ball to Scott.
Coach crouched down beside stiles, "Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" he questioned. "Yes, I believe so, Coach." stiles sighed, still chewing at his glove. "Interesting." coah spoke as Scott shot the ball straight threw the pocket of the stick and into the goal.
Fans in the bleachers cheered as the ball hits the net, twenty seconds left on the clock. The Beacon Hills crowd cheers, the game now tied. While the opposing team changes up goalie sticks, Jackson looks back to Scott who keeps his head down.
Scott was breathing hard, mouth full of fangs, eyes yellow. Trying desperately not to let anyone see him.
Stiles shot up along with angel, the air both watching in fear. "Scott, no-" angel pleaded as scott was no longer charging at the goal, but charging toward the closest player, charging toward prey.
Suddenly he blinks, the glow in his eyes simmering back down, his animal side calming down just as he shot the goal, the ball hitting the net. Everyone was cheering and coming towards him, people jumping off the bench to congratulate him. His mother, Allison and Lydia stepping down as well. And worst of all... Argent.
Stiles collapsed onto the bench, angel soon following after while still nervous wrecks. Behind them, his Dad gets off his cell phone.
"Dad? What's wrong?"
....
Stiles and Angelina rushed into the changing rooms to find Allison and Scott kissing, they couldnt help but watch as Scott and Allison pull away from the kiss, smiling at each other with the kind of sweetness known to first love.
"I need to get back to my Dad." Allison sighed making Scott nod, flashing a love filled smile as she steped away. "Stiles, angel." she started before turning to walk out. Stiles gave her an awkward nod making angel snort out a laugh as she passes by and then turned to Scott. "I kissed her." he spoke with wide eyes and a huge smile. "I saw." stiles was clearly uninpressed but that didn't matter to Scott.
While smiling hestated, "She kissed me." completely in a love transe. "I saw that too." Scott nodded, practically drunk with happiness. "It's pretty good, huh?" Scott huffed, an obvious expression on his face. "I don't know how but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."
"Yeah. We'll talk later then." Stiles turns to go as angel grabbed a fist full of his jersey and pulled him back towards Scott, "i don't think so." she sighed letting go of it. "What?" Scott questioned, confused. Stiles hesitated before he finally spoke up. "The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found." scots face scrunched in confusion. "And?" he questioned.
Angel chewed on her bottom lip with anxiety. "I'll keep it simple. Medical Examiner determines killer of girl to be animal not human. Derek is human not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail." stiles let out making Scott's jaw drop. "Are you kidding?"
"No, and here's the bigger kick in the ass. My Dad ID'd the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."
"Hale?" Scott questioned with gaping eyes.
Angel sighed.
"Derek's sister."
AU-
I FINALLY FINISHED EPISODE TWO😭
The end parts of this chapter are so bad because I genuinely
Don't no how to write lacrosse games😭
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