Chapter 1: Silence

Knock! Knock! Knock! I could hear him banging on my door.

"Stiles your going to be late for school kiddo! Wake up!" he yelled.

I could hear my dad yelling from downstairs, probably leaving for the police station.

"STILES STILINKSKI! YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" he yelled again.

"OK! OK dad, I'm up!" I grunted.

I was not in the mood to go to school. After all, I only got about 2 hours of sleep last night. I don't even know how I even got sleep after what happened.

Time to get up and start my day, even thought that was the farthest from my mind.

All I could think about was how on earth, I was going to face Scott at school today. Was last night real? How could I have just left him there? I read my text messages when I got up, Scott sent: STILES, WE NEED TO TALK ASAP. No shit.

Scott's my best friend, always has been. I can tell him anything. Lately, things have been kind of weird around him ever since I told him my deepest, darkest secret. How could I honestly face him after last night? He was there for me every time, and I just left him. I needed to see him, needed to know if he was all right. Running late was one thing I hated but, hopefully I would make home room on time. I got ready and headed out the door for my dinged up cerulean blue Jeep.

I raced across town to get to school as fast as I could. I passed the woods from where I was last night. I got chills, and suddenly remembered those eyes. Those eyes that I could possibly never forget, eyes that might haunt me forever.

I pulled up to Beacon Hills High School, the worst place on the planet, I always thought. Not only had my day started of shitty, but Jackson, the captain of the football team had taken my parking spot. I really hated that guy. Already running late, so I just hurried up to class. Running towards the science building was always a marathon since it was practically across the world.

As I was sprinting, I noticed Alison was getting her books out of her locker. I needed to avoid her, at least until I talked to Scott. Alison is Scott's girlfriend, Miss Perfect, at least thats what they say about her. I don't really notice anything anymore, especially her. Scott always acted a little bizarre when he was with her, maybe because he really liked her. There was something about her that I never really liked, or maybe it was because she was the new girl. We did not know anything about her, but Scott liked her, so then I couldn't judge.

"Hey Stiles! Hold up!" she yelled. Tugging at my football sweater.

I was going to be so fucking late to class. Maybe she had talked to Scott today.

"Yeah Alison? What's up?" I asked.

"Have you talked to Scott today? He hasn't replied to any of my calls or texts. Thats bizarre right?" Alison asked with an almost worried look.

I'm so late. I'll probably get detention again.

"Um yeah I haven't talked to him since last night, but maybe he's sick or something? I'm sure you have nothing to be worried about" I replied.

"Well, Alison, you have made me so unbelievably late for home room, and with that note, I'll see you during lunch!" I quickly hurried off to class.

I ran into the science building and again sprinted towards Mr. K's room. Everyone was already in their seats so I knew I was going to make a scene. I dashed across the room.

"...Sturgmore, Rachel; here; Stilinkski..."

"HERE!" I yelled, cutting off my teacher, stumbling across the room to find my seat.

"Glad you made time out of your busy schedule to see us, Mr. Stilinkski," Mr. K said, with the most annoyed tone in his voice.

Mr. K carried on about how molecules and atoms, blah blah blah. All I could focus on was what I was going to tell Scott about the other night. I was going to see Scott in third period, so I could rest easy and enjoy my rest of my horrible week.

Slowly, I began to drift off and daydream...Everything rushed into me, it was so vivid.

Last night was no different then any other night. My dad was home watching football with a beer in his hand. I was upstairs looking at YouTube videos when I heard the phone ring. It was almost midnight, and nobody calls my house past 10 unless its something police related. I rushed to my dads bedroom to pick up the phone and eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Sheriff, you need to come down to Old McLane, by the woods, its bad," some deputy demanded.

"Deputy Cox, what happened? Is it a murder?" my dad asked.

"It is sheriff, a couple was wondering in the woods when they saw the body. Its missing its upper half. Its severed right at the lower abdominal. It almost looks eaten. It's a female. Young female," Deputy Cox answered.

"I'll be right over deputy, hold the fort down. We can't let the media get onto this story," my dad replied.

I could hear in his tone of voice that it was serious. Nothing like this has ever happened in Beacon Hills, not that I know of anyway.

"Stiles! I'm going out! Don't leave this house you hear me!" dad demanded.

I acted as if I had not heard one word on the phone.

"Where you going dad? Can I tag along this police ride?" I asked.

"Stiles, your 17 years old, you have school tomorrow. You're crazy! I'll be back in awhile." He replied.

He took off in his police cruiser and I immediately called Scott. We had to go search for that body.

"SCOTT! They found a body in the woods, well half, but we have to go look for it! TONIGHT!" I rushed.

"OK, your crazy. NO, I am not going to the woods to search for some half body thing. No way!" Scott asserted.

"Please Scott! Please!" I begged.

"OK fine." Scott sighed.

"Well, that was easy?" I laughed. "I'll be there in about an hour and a half. I need to shower and get stuff together for the search!"

We hung up and my adrenaline was pumping. Scott and I were always the adventurous ones who always seemed to get into the worst possible situation one could possibly get into.

It was about 1:30 a.m when I picked up Scott to go exploring for the body. I could see Scott jumping down from his window on the second floor. He ran towards my car and we were off.

We couldn't afford to be seen.

"I can't believe you always get me to do these stupid things Stiles!" Scott snapped.

"Scott, no one is forcing you to come along. You know you love the rush! Imagine if we find the body, we'll be heroes!" I said.

"...Or everybody will think we did it and were just trying to claim a prize or something! Did you think about what if we DO find the body, what then? What is your dad going to think about us wondering the woods when there is clearly something wrong!" Scott continued.

"I haven't thought it out all the way through, give me some time. Anyway, I don't think my dad would mind if we became Beacon Hills heros for finding the body. Well, thats even if we find it. It's more for the rush to see if we find something!" I said.

The town seemed so empty, so lush with silence. Somehow the town seemed frozen in time, but only Scott and I were able to move. The dew from the tress were wetting my car, and growing my anticipation to find the body that the whole police department were after. Today seemed like a good day to do something like this, I knew it was serious situation to begin with but I had to go exploring for the body. I had an impulse to go looking for the body, like if I knew I had to do this. Something was telling me I had to find the other half, something greater than myself.

I finally reached a part of the woods where I thought my dad would not find my Jeep. I would have been in SO much trouble if my dad would have found Scott and I. Between Scott and I, we carried a flashlight and our cell phones just in case something happened. Just in case we found the mutilated body.

"Stiles, are you sure we are not going to get in trouble for this?" Scott asked.

"I don't think so? I mean, we DID come out here to take a walk" I sarcastically replied.

"You think your father is going to be OK with that explanation?" Scott asked with the most perplexed face.

"That excuse is as lame as the one you told your dad about hiding those gay magazines under your bed for someone else," Scott laughed.

"OK, so that excuse was not my best, but hey, he found out I was gay didn't he? It saved me the awkward conversation with him, which I was dreading!" I jokingly replied.

"Not the point Stiles!" Scott replied and walked forward a bit.

The next few minutes were quite. I was sure Scott was still uncomfortable with my recent 'coming out," Everyone that I told was. I really wasn't the type to be gay or the type to be searching for a missing body in the middle of nowhere. Nobody really knew I was gay, because I was on the football team. Nobody ever suspects a guy thats on a football team to be gay. It was so hard to tell Scott. When I finally told him, he said he always knew and accepted me either way. I think it still made him uncomfortable. There was only one other gay guy at Beacon Hills that I knew of. Danny was openly gay and part of the football team. Our school is weird. No one knew about me, or at least I thought.

Something about this body being found in the woods attracted me. Nothing happens in your bum town. The most exciting thing to happen to Beacon Hills was the arrival of a Target store. My dad pretended to be out solving crimes, but in reality, it was him being at the station answering phone calls about vandalism and arresting 12 year old boys. We must have walked about a good hour or so, and no body. I was being to think that my dad had just pulled the biggest prank on Scott and I. As I was about to tell Scott we should call it a night, we both stopped. We stopped to the sound of twigs snapping. Something was out there. Something was watching us. Waiting for us to walk ahead.

"Stiles, what the fuck was that?" Scott demanded.

"I have no fucking idea man, maybe a bunny?" I laughed, trying to cover my tone of nervousness.

"Whatever THAT was, it was NO fucking bunny!" Scott whispered.

"Scott, I forgot to mention, the deputy said they thought the other half might have been eaten" I shrugged.

"Stupid ass! You tell me this NOW?" Scott asked.

"It didn't seem likely that it was a bear or something" I replied.

Branches cracked and leaves disintegrated as we stood in silence. Waiting for whatever was around us to come out. Darkness and empty woods surrounded our innocence. In the distance I could see somethings breathe coming from the bushes. Whatever it was, it was not human. I could hear it; waiting for us. Whatever it was, it wanted us to walk ahead.

Suddenly I saw what was behind the bushes. It howled and snarled in front of us. A wolf. Bright, aureloin eyes, easily capturing my soul in a split second. Grey fur covered the powerful animal. Shades of ash and cinereous covered his fur. Specks of white around his face made him beautiful. He stood out in contrast with the darkness in the woods. The perfect silent killer. Scott and I had been wandering around in the woods, too busy to notice the ghost. Something about this wolf, something about his eyes that I knew this was no ordinary wolf. Something about the way he stared at me, never breaking eye contact with me. He was smarter than any animal I had ever come across. I could see his teeth, perfectly white and sharp as a diamond. He was mesmerizing.

I could hear my heartbeat, irregular and fast. No moment can describe how much fear and fascination I had with this wolf. The wolf snarled, Scott and I froze. We could hear each other's whimpers and heartbeats. I could see his breathe in the air. Cold and fragile. I was ready to crack. Ready to make a run for it. With no words to exchange, we must have been thinking the same thing because we both ran in a split second. There was certainty that one of us would meet the fate of the wolf. I just ran as fast as I could. I had no recollection of running in a different direction that Scott, how could we have stayed together. We must have seen the wolf for no more than 5 seconds. The wolf was all I was thinking about.

I ran as fast as I could. Not knowing in which direction I was headed. Only letting my feet guide me. The trees brushed up against me, making it difficult to escape. The fog was dense and covered the ground in wet, slippery dew. I looked up and saw trees, nothing but trees. Not even one star, nothing. Again, I could hear my own heartbeat racing, faster than before. I was exhausted from running. The spot I had stopped at was empty, it seemed as if no wildlife had ever habited the area. I knew I was in trouble.

I kept running straight, looking for my jeep. Suddenly, I tripped on a branch and I was down. I could see the stars above me, glowing. The trees seemed to stare at me, watching my every move. I must have laid on the cold wet floor for 10 minutes. I knew I had to get up and keep running. I lifted myself up and saw my jeans were ripped, dirty, and bloody. My shirt was torn on the side, brown and wet from the mud on the floor. I had to keep running. I was thinking the worst. The wolf must have gotten him. He must be already dead. Laying in blood waiting for me to find him, or worse, the wolf had caught my scent and was after me.