AN: Inspired by the latest Teen Wolf sneak peak. Warning: Character Death
Jackson blinked twice before his vision came into focus. He was flat on his back on the lacrosse field. When he tried to get up, he winced as a sharp pain shot through his left side. He groaned drawing Stiles Stilinski's attention.
Stiles shoved his best friend lightly. "Shit. Scott. SCOTT. Jackson's awake." Jackson narrowed his eyes when he saw the nerdy boy trembling. Something had happened.
Jackson groaned again as the two idiotic boys hovered over him with concerned faces. They both looked like crap, faces completely drained of blood. "What the fuck happened?"
Stiles swayed slightly on the spot. "I can't- I'm gonna be sick."
Jackson didn't see it but he heard Stiles hurl. His co-captain turned away, attention focused on his best friend. So Jackson spoke up. "What the fuck happened?"
Scott screwed up his eyes like he didn't want to be the one telling him. "It wasn't your fault."
This time, Jackson managed to sit up. "What wasn't?"
Scott looked like he was on the verge of tears himself. "When you're the Kanima, you're being controlled. It wasn't you."
"When are you going to get straight to the point?" Jackson rubbed the back on his head. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small crowd. "What's going on there?"
"It wasn't your fault," Scott repeated in a small voice.
Jackson wanted to punch the guy. What the fuck was wrong with him? McCall had one job, to tell him what happened, and he couldn't even do that. Jackson took a deep breath as he hauled himself to his feet, head pounding at the sudden movement. "If you won't tell me, I'll just have to figure it out for myself."
"I don't-" Scott started, but Jackson shoved him out of the way.
"What is your problem?"
Scott stuttered as Stiles approached from the side of the field, minus his stomach contents. The Sherriff's son shared a look with Scott before trying himself. "Jackson-"
But Jackson wasn't in the mood for small talk. Something was seriously wrong. He didn't know how he knew, he just did. "Move out of my way."
As he limped over to the crowd, he could feel the best friend duo following him. He shoved his way to the front of the crowd and instantly understood why Stiles had hurled. He covered his mouth, inclined to do the same. In front of him was a mangled body, covered in blood. The face is completely ripped apart, beyond recognition. Lacrosse uniform torn completely to shreds.
"Who?" He managed to choke out.
But then he spots it. Lying on the grass next to the body.
The stupid keychain.
And suddenly he knew who it was.
They had been thirteen and Danny had just told Jackson that he was gay. The guy had been so scared that Jackson would hate him, but Jackson had just thrown his arm around him and told him that they were going to skip school. They'd spent the whole day at the arcade, blowing Jackson's weekly allowance, and by the end of day they'd just been left with pennies. Using his last penny for the slot machine, Jackson managed to win a keychain. He'd shrugged when he got it and had handed it to Danny. "Just so you don't forget. I'm your best friend. Nothing's going to change that."
Jackson faintly heard Scott's voice behind him as he slowly backed away. "It's Danny, Jackson. You- The Kamina killed him. Gerard ordered the Kanima to kill him."
I promise I love Danny. I love his and Jackson's friendship but this just came to me and I couldn't shake it off.
Please review, even if it's flames or saying I'm evil for posting something like this.
DDF
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