As Scott looked up at Allison's startled face he knew everything was over. He may as well let the hunters, or the alpha for that matter, have him. The life he once knew was officially over. He turned away from Allison and looked around him. He couldn't see a way out; the hunters were closing in on him from all sides. He was just about to jump up over the bus and try and run away when something hit him in the neck.

The tranquilizer dart hit Scott's skin before he could even fathom what was happening. But it didn't stop there. Seconds later he felt the silver bullets collide with his chest. His eyes met Allison's. She was standing there looking at him with a horrified expression on her face. He kept his eyes on her face so he wouldn't cry out in pain. She was crying and he wanted nothing more than to be able to run to her and wipe her tears. But he couldn't. The bullets had made him weak. "Hey!" He heard someone yell and vaguely saw Jackson running towards him, "You said you wouldn't hurt him!"

"Stay back!" He heard Allison's dad, Argent, yell at Jackson. Jackson's footfalls stopped.

As Scott dropped to his knees it felt as if everything was in slow motion. Stiles came rushing into the parking lot carrying a bloody Lydia, the hunters were closing in on him and Allison was still frozen. "Scott." She whispered and her brown eyes were wide. "It's you."

"Allison." He mumbled as the blood poured from his mouth. "I love you." Scott wondered briefly if he would heal from this but he didn't think so. At least if he didn't the last thing he said would've been his true feelings for the only girl he'd ever truly loved. So without another word Scott dropped down onto his back and closed his eyes catching one last look at Allison's beautiful face as he went. Thinking that if he did die then at least the last thing he saw was the most beautiful sight in the world.

"Scott!" Stiles screamed as he handed Lydia over to Jackson and rushed over to his best friend. They'd shot him. They'd shot Scott! Stiles didn't want to believe it. As he looked upon the limp form of his werewolf best friend he didn't want to believe he was dead. He couldn't be. Scott and Stiles had been best friends ever since they were little boys. Neither of them had had much family and they'd never had any brothers or sisters so they were the only siblings each other had. "Scott!" Stiles yelled again but Scott still didn't move. He was almost to him when someone grabbed him and pulled him back.

Allison's dad was holding him back. "Let me go!" Stiles roared and struggled in his grip.

"I'm sorry but that isn't an option right now. You need to let us take care of this."

"No." Stiles grunted as he kept struggling.

"You don't understand boy!" Argent said as he tried to contain Stiles. "Scott is a werewolf!"

"I know." Stiles yelled and kicked out at Argent. He hit him square in his chest and Argent fell away from him upon impact.

Stiles climbed up onto the hood of the two cars and approached Scott. He didn't think he'd ever seen his best friend look so damn pale. There was blood everywhere. "Scott?" Stiles asked and shook his best friend. "Scott?" He asked again after there was no response. He shook him again. Nothing at all. "Scott!" He yelled shaking him furiously. "Damn it Scott! Get your ass up!" Still nothing. Stiles was vaguely aware of the crowd forming around them. The dance had ended and everyone had filed out of the school to see them. They were all staring open mouthed. Not that Stiles could blame them. Scott was all but dead, Lydia was a bloody mess and Allison's father and various other people were surrounding them with guns.

Stiles turned back to his best friend. "Scott?" He asked again and he couldn't help the tears that pooled in his eyes. "Scott, please wake up?" He placed his hands on the other boy's shoulders. "Please? I need you here Scott. You're the only brother I've ever had. Please don't die?" Scott still didn't move. Just at that moment lights started flashing and the police and ambulances had just pulled up. Scott's boss was among the people in the ambulance and Stiles briefly wondered why on earth a vet would be riding around with paramedics. But he couldn't keep his attention on them for long. Allison had climbed out of the bus and had come over to Scott. Tears were steaming freely down her beautiful grief ridden face. "Scott?" She whispered and shook his other shoulder. He still didn't move. "Scott?" She asked again whimpering at the end. Nothing happened.

"Move away from the wolf." Argent said as he came up behind them on the bonnet. "Now." Neither Allison nor Stiles moved. "Allison, move now!" He roared and Allison moved back. "You too." He said and tried to pull Stiles back.

"Get off me!" Stiles shouted and shrugged him off.

"No! Get away from him! We need to take him away!" He'd grabbed Stiles again.

"Fuck off! You asshole! He could be dead!" Stiles didn't even realise what he was doing until he'd hit Argent in the face. Argent fell backwards and slid off of the bonnet, hitting the ground with a loud thud. Stiles turned back to Scott and saw that they weren't alone on the hood anymore. Derek Hale was with them and so was the Alpha.

"Get away from him." Stiles said as he looked upon the Alpha.

The Alpha smiled. "Sorry kid can't do that. He's part of my pack."

"No, he's part of mine. You may be werewolves like him but he was my brother first. Now fuck off." Stiles' heart was beating furiously in his chest and he never would've usually talked to a werewolf like this but he couldn't help it. Besides if Scott was dead why shouldn't he be dead too?

"Move Stiles." Derek pleaded as Stiles had moved his arms in front of Scott so that he was forming a protective cradle around him.

"No." Stiles replied reading himself for whatever punishment was sure to come from disobeying creatures at least ten times more powerful than himself. "I won't let you take him."

Stiles was vaguely aware of the fact that the other hunters were closing in on them and was sure that they weren't just after Scott anymore. The other students were still watching with horror struck expressions and Stiles could see his dad coming up along side the car. He wanted to yell out to him to stay away from the car but he couldn't do that without pointing out to the Alpha that he meant something to Stiles; Stiles could handle it if they punished him but he couldn't handle it if they hurt his father. "Stiles!" His father shouted, "Stiles get down from the car now."

"No." He said back to his father his eyes still locked on the Alpha's. "I'm not moving."

His father sighed. "Alright. You two off the car now!" He shouted at Derek and the Alpha. The Alpha just smiled at him and Derek wouldn't take his eyes off of Stiles. Infact they were all so immersed in their little staredown that Derek didn't notice when the police grabbed him, the Alpha didn't see the tranquilizers until they hit him in the neck and nobody saw where the bright white light was coming from until it was blinding them all.

Everybody was surrounded in a glowing white light and Stiles heard a loud thrumming sound inside his head. His breath was becoming shallow and dark spots were dancing in front of his eyes. He blinked. Everybody around him had dropped to the ground like flies, including the Derek and the Alpha. "What's going on?" Stiles shouted to anyone who could hear him. But nobody shouted back. Instead there was a heavenly voice that sounded inside his head.

Don't worry, all will be fine. Just relax your mind to me.

"No." Stiles mumbled; he was getting weaker.

It's okay. I promise. You shall be fine. So will Scott.

"Promise?" He asked his eyesight dimming.

Promise. The voice replied and Stiles nodded. At that instant his eyesight dimmed even more and then everything went black.

A/N: So that chapter was really short and may not have been the best piece of writing you've ever read but it will get better. Just please be patient and read on ;) Also, don't forget to R&R. :D