The police had found half a body in the woods. Not exactly sure which half yet, but they had found it. But I was going to find it, maybe get some evidence on who it could be even. I mean sure, if my dad found me, I'd probably be dead, but I was willing to take the risk to find the body; whichever half that was.

"Stiles. Stiles!" I turned around to look at Scott, my best friend. "Listen, dude, if you keep screaming like that, I can most definitely bet that somebody is going to hear you." He just looked at me. "Who's going to hear us? We're completely alone out here." I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe the other half of the body might, and it'll come crawling here to kill us, tracking the sound of our voices."

"Wait, it can do that?" he exclaimed.

"No, of course it can't. It's cut in half, and probably lost a lot of blood in the process. Now would you shut up already!" we kept going after that, but he kept complaining.

"Stiles, I wanted to get a good night's sleep for tomorrow."

I scoffed. "Wait, why? You're always benched and whenever you ARE up to play, it's because half the team has been sent to the hospital. And plus, this is an opportunity we may never get again, whereas you, and possibly me, will be able to play this season maybe once. So, if you don't mind, shut it, and keep walking." Scott got quiet after that, making the only sounds around us a combination of crunchy leaves, our breath from climbing and the occasional animal sound.

When we came to the top of a hill, I stopped, putting my hand out to stop Scott; a row of flashlight beams were not too far in the distance. The search party! Oh crap, Dad!

"Get down!" I exclaim, throwing Scott down, and ducking quickly after that.

"Ow man, what the hell?! I think I'm going to have a concussion or something."

Yeah yeah, whine whine, I thought to myself. But I recovered from my thoughts. "Dude, do you want my dad to see us? Or do you like getting yelled at?" Scott just looked.

"Wait here. I'll divert them so you can get home. Don't want you in trouble for the big moment tomorrow." Scott rolled his eyes, before I ran off. I could hear footsteps behind me, signaling that he was following me. Not focusing on my surroundings, I slip and fall, right into the range of light. The guard dogs started barking, fighting against their leashes, but the police held strong. I heard scuffling in the background, which told me that Scott jumped behind a tree. Glad he did that, because this would have been even more awkward.

"Hold it..." Familiar voice; Dad. "This one, belongs to me." He exhaled, picking me up by the scruff of my neck.

"What are you doing here, son? Don't you know this is a private area?" I couldn't really concentrate on what my dad was saying, because it felt like I was losing feeling in my neck. "Well, you see I was..."

Dad rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know what this going to answer to. Son, the police have this under control." As he let me go, he stopped me. "Your normally not alone in these situations... where's Scott?"

"Dad, he's home. Wants to get a good night sleep before the big benching event tomorrow." I scoffed, laughing at my own joke inside my head. Dad, however, wasn't buying it.

"Scott? Are you out there?" No response, making my lie actually the truth. Or, at least partially.

"See Dad? I told you so... Now, can you please let me go home? It's kind of chilly out here." I said, rubbing my arms even through my jacket.

"Go straight home. No detours to Scott's or anywhere else. Okay?" I nodded, looking at him. He raised an eyebrow

"Do I need to walk you to your car?" I jump. "No no! I get it; straight home, no detours. I'm not a teenage girl, last time I checked..." dad rolled his eyes. I smiled as I walked back to my car, fishing for my keys, feeling yearning for my bed now. A few minutes later, I got back to my jeep, finally fishing my keys out of my back pocket. Weird, because I don't remember putting them back there.

Something didn't feel right though; like, something or someone was watching me. Couldn't be someone, because I doubt that there would be anyone out here, with the police snooping about. But I looked up anyways, to make sure I wasn't right. Then I saw them; glowing, red orbs that looked like eyes. Being me, I almost flipped out.

But, they looked like they didn't hold threat. Or, like they even wanted to hurt me; they were just... watching me. So, like an idiot, I jingle my keys up, to show what I was doing, getting what seemed like two blinks, probably signaling that I was okay. So I got in my jeep, and drove off, wondering about those odd red eyes, and who they belonged to.