Stiles day had started off like an other day in Beacon Hills...with a possible supernatural creature running rampant and terrorizing the town. It had started about two weeks ago with a few pets going missing and turns up mauled and eaten. But something changed. Like small household pets weren't enough. Which of course led to people. As of five days ago five people had gone missing. Of course they weren't that sorely missed. They all were mean spirited people who did harm to others so it was an surprise when no one showed worry about them. But a few did notice. Noticed when newspapers weren't taken into the house, mail still in the mailboxes and people not showing up for work. The police were called and in every house they found that the missing persons bedroom windows were open. The people thought that maybe they were abducted by a crazy madman, the neighbors thought that they had all ran away to join a cult but the others? The ones that knew that there were other things out there? The ones that knew that there were really monsters? Things that go bump in the night? They knew that it could be many of things. There are many creatures that find it easy to steal someone away in the night with none the wiser. Stiles had woken up, did his daily hygiene routine, ate breakfast with his dad and was off to school. Except this day? This day was a little different. For the past week Stiles had something out of the corner of his eye almost constantly. At first he thought it was Derek Hale being his usual lurking self and being unable to make regular human contact. But Sunday when he thought he saw something, Derek had been right in front of him and being his (also usual) sourwolf self so that was negative on that one. Now it was midway through the school day and he was late of Chemistry. Mr. Harris was going to give him detention for the rest of the year because he was a horrible, horrible person like that. Plus he hated Stiles so there was no getting out of it. He was the only one in the hallways and was just about there when he once again saw the movement from the corner of his vision. He was smart. He knew not to stop and look. But something beckoned him to come to it. To follow it. Stiles couldn't have resisted it even if he tried. Oh but he tried. But it was like his body wasn't his own anymore. Like he was just a viewer watching a movie, telling...yelling at the character to not go into the dark and scary house. But his body didn't listen. It was worse than when he was paralyzed by Jackson and his Kanima poison. His body was making it's way out of the school and across the Lacrosse field. For what? He didn't know and wouldn't know for a while. Because at the moment he hit the treeline everything went black.
Should I continue? This was just something that popped inside my head.