Author notes: Honestly I didn't want to do this, its now like my third take on 5x11 or something but one of my close friends legit would not shut up about it like asking me 20 times a day and then she hit me with the "a early birthday present"…. So here I am hope you guys like it.
Stiles didn't know how he ended up at the school library, but he did. He was just human yet he could almost taste the coopery metallic smell of blood. The first thing he noticed was the line of mountain ash the black powder spread along the length of the doorway, a small gap between the lines were some human had opened it.
The second thing Stiles noticed was the mess. The tables were broken and laying on the floor, bookshelves had been knocked over and the books lay open on the floor abandoned in the mess. The large glass window had holes in it. And the blood. There was blood everywhere. If there was one thing Stiles could tell you about the fight was that it was supernatural and a nasty one.
The last thing Stiles thing Stiles noticed was the body he didn't know why he hadn't noticed that first. But there was a person laying in the middle of the library, dead or alive he couldn't tell you. Stiles walked through the mess feet echoing through the quiet room.
Once he got closer to the figure he noticed it was male. And the man was covered in blood. It dripped down his hands onto the ground, the dark shirt was stuck to his abdomen in the sticky substance. Stiles walked closer maybe he could help the man…..
A few steps was all it took for Stiles world to come crashing down, the man lying on the floor wasn't a man, it was a boy. It was Scott.
Stiles rushed over to his best friends side. the once time he had a fight and Stiles left him alone. He did this. Once Stiles was close enough to Scott he finally saw the full extent of his injuries, the deep long claws marks along him arms and legs, the bite mark along his collar bone and shoulder, the deep scratches on him face. And worst of all the deep gouge in his chest.
"No, no, no" Stiles mumbled as he pulled Scott shirt up and got a good look at the deep hole in his chest.
"Scott, come on buddy wake up" Stiles cried urgently he shook Scott's shoulders and Scott's limp body rattled like a doll at the movement
Stiles saw Scotts chest motionless and desperately searched for a pulse, he couldn't find one.
Stiles heart sank lower, his best friend since they were 4 was gone. Next to him lay the broken and bloodied body of Scott McCall, he was a true alpha who had never killed. He had tried so hard to protect the ones he loved. And he was gone, what was Stiles going to tell Melissa
" Scott!" Stiles cried out.
And then the anger kicked in, Scott a sweet loving boy who put everyone in front of himself, that held the weight of the world on his 17-year-old shoulders. He was forced into the life of a werewolf and not a year or two later was forced into the life of an alpha, he thought it would be over. But once again it didn't stop Stiles was possessed and his first love died in his arms, months later he was forced to curse a 15 year olds life and have the responsibly of a beta . Nothing in Scotts life had stopped.
Yet now his heart had.
And Stiles was fuming. He started pumping Scotts chest, his ribs giving willingly underneath Stiles fingers sticky with blood, "come on Scott breathe" Stiles canted under his breathe as he continued pumping air into his best friends body, he bent down and gave him mouth to mouth.
"Scott roar" Stiles cried "come Scott ROAR"
Scott remained motionless, "You're an alpha and not any alpha your too strong to die like this" Stiles said pumping harder, hot tears streaming freely down his face,
"SCOTT ROAR" Stiles screamed growing angry and tired he bought up a fist and bought it down square it the middle of Scotts chest "Scott Roar"
And Scott did,
Years of anger and pain, sadness guilt and regret came out as his red eyes glowed but didn't hide the pain behind them his fangs descended, Stiles scrambled back by the ferocity of the roar. And as Scott sank back down to the ground gasping desperately for breathe, Stiles breathed out a sign or relief and Scott on the verge of conciseness wished he was back in the darkness and soon once again darkness took over.
K finally done, don't know if I should do a sequel or not but, finally my friend can stop bugging me. A new chapter of wolves and Gladers should be out soon
