CHAPTER 1: Big, Bad Wolf
"Watch out!" Stiles had yelled.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
It all happened so fast, just like what had happened to Allison. Scott had never saw it coming, no one had saw it coming. Poor Stiles had never saw it coming. Scott's eyes widened as he started to realize.
They were ambushed by a group of hunters, and one of them was aiming their rifle at Scott.
Stiles saw this and slammed his baseball bat into the hunter, the gun still went off three times, but into Stiles' chest.
Scot could hear the chilling sound of Stiles screaming out, from every bullet that went through him.
Scott just stood there in shock, Liam had started shaking him, yelling at him to get his attention. But Scott heard nothing, he just stared at Stiles laying there in his own pool of blood, screaming in pain. There were bullet wounds in Scott's chest.
Lydia gripped her mouth, and started to sob. She tried to warn everyone, but it was way too quick for anyone to stop what had just happened in time.
Scott's shock quickly turned to anger, and he pushed Liam off of him. He could only see red, the color of rage. Scott roared and rushed into the hunter that had fired the gun. Scott grabbed him by the throat, and started beating him mercilessly.
"Stop, Scott!" He ignored the yell.
"SCOTT!"
"SCOTT!" Malia yelled louder, Scott turned to her and stopped beating the bloodied hunter. "We need to go!" How could she be so calm about this, Scott thought. Until he looked into her eyes for a brief second and saw that she was holding back tears. Scott nodded, and picked up Stiles, the pack ran out of the woods.
Scott looked at his friend, and bit his lip. The idea he had in mind could possibly kill him, but he had no choice. Scott breathed slowly, and sunk his fangs into Stiles' neck. Stiles' eyes opened quickly and he started to scream louder than Scott had ever heard. Stiles went back into an unconscious state as soon as Scott pulled his fangs from his neck.
Stiles groaned as they headed towards the hospital in his Jeep. The pack was silent, but they all knew the truth, even though Scott didn't want to think of it. Stiles was dying quickly, and they wouldn't get to the Beacon Hills Hospital in time. How was Scott going to look the Sheriff in the eye and tell him his son is dead because Scott was reckless?
Stiles breathed slowly and with a heeze, in the back seat with Malia holding him close. Liam was in the front seat, looking out the window and Lydia just sat there.
Scott stopped the car at the McCall house and everyone got out. He helped Stiles up, and Stiles groaned. He couldn't let his best friend die, not like this. They knew each other since they were kids, and he refused to let go.
He gripped Stiles' arm and attempted to ease his pain, but it wasn't working. He suddenly remembered the same thing with Allison, she couldn't feel the pain. "Scott…." Stiles muttered quietly. Scott shook his head, he already knew what he was about to say.
"Just stay with me, alright?" Scott said. Stiles slowly nodded as they walked into the house. Melissa's welcoming smile instantly faded away. He just needed to stay alive long enough for the Werewolf healing abilities to kick in. Scott had to believe that he saved his friend, for his own sake, and not have killed him.
"Mom, help him. Please." Scott asked.
After Scott's mom had placed Stiles in a bedroom, Lydia had walked up to Scott. "If that's not the worst idea you've ever come up with, Scott..." Lydia scowled at him. Scott looked down at the floor, he wasn't thinking when he bit Stiles. And a full moon was coming up soon in January. Scott sighed, "I know..."
Scott ran his hands through his hair. Hours had passed and soon enough, Scott's mother walked out of the room with a look on her face that told him she had teared up. "Scott, can you come with me?" She asked quietly so no one else can hear, it sounded like that voice she used when she knew Scott would dislike the answer.
Scott walked into the room along with his mother, and sat in a chair next to Stiles. "The bullet wounds… they've healed." His mother said, and Scott turned to her.
"What did you do?" She asked him, suspicion in her voice.
"I did what I had to, okay!?" He snapped, he looked to see his mother's expression. "I'm sorry… I just had to." His mother slowly nodded.
"What will you do if Stiles learns that you bit him?" Melissa asked him. Scott rubbed his temple, looking at Stiles sleeping on the bed, with bandages covering his chest.
"I don't know, mom." Scott frowned, "I don't know."
Later That Night..
The rest of the pack had left the house but Scott. As much as Lydia and Malia wanted to stay, they needed to go to school. But Scott refused to leave Stiles' side. Scott snored in the chair, laying back. He suddenly heard movement and his head turned to the bed quickly.
He looked up and wiped his eyes to see yellow glowing eyes staring directly at him. "Scott?" Stiles asked.
Author's Note: You are probably wondering, why are you remaking this? Well, the reason why, is that I re-read the original eight chapters for All It Takes. They were not satisfactory at all, to be honest. Yes, it had 11 followers and 11 favorites, and over 1,000 views. But I still felt like something was wrong with it.
Something just felt wrong, y'know?
So I felt like remaking it to satisfy me and possible readers who found issues as well. - Silent Protag
