The first few chapters will be based on the first episode of MTV's Teen Wolf. This is the first story I've written in about three years, sooooo... constructive criticism is much appreciated, though, downright nastiness is not accepted. Anyways, on with the show and I hope that you like it.
"Stiles, can you please tell me why we are searching for the rest of the body of a dead girl?"
"Because it will be awesome." Stiles replied to me.
"You are seriously twisted, my good man." I "complimented".
Scott, Stiles and I were walking through the woods in search of a body that Stiles' dad, Sheriff Stilinski, had been called to find and investigate. As we continued walking, torchlights appeared up ahead. The three of us scrambled to find a place to hide. Scott and I managed to find two trees to peep out from behind. Stiles wasn't so lucky. A gun cocking echoed out through the trees. "Don't. He belongs to me. You guys go ahead, I'll take care of this." Sheriff Stilinski said.
I let out a breath I didn't realise I had been holding. "What are you doing here?" the Sheriff sighed.
"Looking for the body." Stiles says, as though this sort of thing is a normal occurrence.
"Where's Scott and Eti? They're usually around when this sort of thing is going on."
"They're not here." Stiles blurted.
"They're not here?"
"Yeah they're at home. Not our house, but you know, they're houses." Stiles rushed.
Sheriff Stilinski breathed out heavily. "Go home now."
I could tell Stiles was going to argue, but that would just alert his father to our presence. Scott and I looked at each other as we heard footsteps receding on either side of us. Once we knew it was safe to move out from behind the trees, we spoke. "What the hell are we going to do?" I barked. "He leaves us stranded in the middle of the woods while there's a murderer on the loose. Some friend."
"We know where we were parked. We can go back in that direction." Scott reasoned.
We stumbled through the forest, when Scott tripped over something. "Ah!" we both screamed together.
I guess that solved the mystery as to where on half of the body was. A growl resonated around us. I whipped around in time to see a big, black thing, right before it tackled me to the ground. As I hit the ground, pain ripped through the area around my collarbone. A small yelp from behind me let me know that the beast had tackled Scott too. I hoped that he hadn't been bitten like me.
The pain around the wound subsided and I began to wonder if it had only been a scratch. Not wanting to alarm my friend, I pulled my jacket tight around me to hide the blood. A howl rang out and we ran for our lives.
Once we reached the town, Scott led me to the veterinarian surgery the he worked at. I watched Scott peel of his shirt and gasped at what I saw. "You were bitten too!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me, wide eyed. " You were bitten. Why didn't you tell me? Once I'm done bandaging myself, I'll help you."
I unbuttoned the first few buttons of my shirt and show Scott my wound. He didn't say anything as he cleaned and applied gauze to the top of my chest. Once he finished, he murmured to me, "Go home. It's the first day of school tomorrow."
I gave Scott a tight hug and thanked him for helping me, and walked home. My adopted parent were already asleep when I got home. To stop my self from making any noise, I climbed up the stairs on my hand feet. As soon I arrived in my room, I changed in to my pyjamas, cuddled into bed and slept.