The suspense is killing me, and I've only seen the Season Finale trailer. SPOILER! If you haven't seen it, I suggest doing so. This is only MY prediction of what will happen.
I was shocked at the Alpha reviling. I personally thought it was Danny. "But everyone loves Danny." I don't know, I just kinda suspected that maybe it would be him? Nope, I was wrong. And honestly, I might be wrong in this prediction of mine.
The story takes place with Lydia on the Lacrosse field. My predication, it was a school dance, so that's where I have it at.
Sadly, I don't think it will go well for my girl Lydia. If she dies, I will be super pissed off.
I don't own Teen Wolf.
Her bare feet sank into the fake, Lacrosse, green grass. Her blue painted toes sinking into the dry, perfectly cut pasture. Her right hand was occupied, holding her black flats against her finger tips. They were about to slip from her hands until she swiftly caught them. Her left hand was busy wiping the black mascara off her pastel cheeks.
Though she hated to admit it, it pained her to see Jackson dancing with the majority of girls in the smelly, crowded gym. She couldn't handle the jealously, and she made a run for it. Thus, her now walking on the Lacrosse field.
Stiles had asked her, and she was going to deny, but at the sight of Jackson chuckling with another girl made her weak. So, she accepted his offer. At first, the dance was unpleasant. Stiles continued to run off with Scott towards the bathroom. But, that didn't really bother her that much. That part that got under skin was Jackson.
He was dancing with Allison playfully. She was laughing, and he was chuckling. Both showing signs of entertainment. Lydia was envious with pain.
The bright lights were blinding under the dim, murky night. One by one, the row of light bulbs that hung by the poles where lit. It wasn't like a game was showing. She wasn't even sure why they were on in the first place. Lydia dropped her shoes onto the lawn. She stared at them for a moment. Just thinking of what all happened last night. She slid her perfect, pale feet into them as she hugged her stomach.
She was in agonizing pain. She felt betrayed, cheated on. Like she was a piece of meat that was thrown around. Her stomach aching with nausea. Nothing could stop the internal and mental suffering. Her legs felt weak. The smallest but only thing she could do to release at least the slightest bit of agony is by crying. And she did just that.
Both her hands found her frail face, as she covered her eyes. She felt weak and useless. Her hands soon slide from her face, and down by her side. Her knees were about to give in, but she controlled it as a voice took over her train of thoughts.
"Lydia!" It surly was a male. It wasn't as deep, and low as a teacher, but definitely a student. She recognized it. She hoped it would be Jackson. Running towards her to apologize and beg for her forgiveness. But she was smarter than that.
The yell was clearly out of horror and not passion. She turned, slightly frightened at what her eyes would find. His white shirt stood out in the dark night. His black tie perfectly camouflaging with the murky down-fall. It was Stiles, running after her.
"Run!" He ordered. His breath was hitched, panting for oxygen. He ran past her, stopping, however, once she didn't fallow behind him.
He turned towards her, grabbing her petty wrist, he began to pull, "Lydia, come on," he pants. "I can't explain, just come with me." He orders sweetly, yet out of fear.
She looks at him. Pure horror written along her facial features. She looks back at where he arrived from. A dark feature came running towards the two. The animal on feet and hands, running towards them. Her heart stopped. It's the same thing from the video store. The piercing red eyes pounding her insides, bringing back hatred memories.
She swallowed hard. Hoping the pain in her throat would disappear. Her hands shook, and she was sure she was going to pass out. Stiles released her hand, and began to flee for his life. Lydia surly didn't hesitate to fallow.
She could hear the heavy breaths, in and out from his nostrils. This isn't happening. This is not, happening right now. She thought. Debating weather this was a horrid nightmare, or if this was reality.
Lydia quickly ran behind Stiles, and she was slightly joyful that she wore flats instead of heels. She was prepared for the sidewalk. It seemed as if the gray concrete was miles and miles away from her, and if she was closer to the school: more witnesses. But would it stop him from killing her and the entire Beacon Hills.
She knew one thing was for sure, whatever it was, it surly was not Derek Hale.
She could feel new, warm tears falling once again. It was getting closer towards her, and she feared for the worst possible outcome. I'm going to die. I'm going to get eaten alive. I'm going to end up on the news, just like the other victims, and no one would care. She was already too convinced this was going to happen.
But as she ran, she slightly tumbled. Her arms flailing like a windmill as she tried desperately to keep her balance. She didn't know what this thing was behind her, and why it wanted to kill her, but what she didn't need is to trip, and give it a head start on killing her.
But because of this, she slowed down for a moment, making the deranged animal behind her grow towards the advantage. She felt the pain in her ankles first, as she fell on her face. Her body making a loud 'thump' onto the green grass.
The pain in her ankles was unbearable. She could feel the stinging sensation spread across her feet, and up her lower half of her legs. She yelped, "Stiles!" She shouted. Her voice squeaking in fear. Her short, stubby nails digging into the fake grass, but it didn't help.
The animal drew her close to his presence. She could feel his claws digging deep into her legs as she tried to crawl away, and it pulling her closer and closer. The fur running roughly against her fragile skin. She could feel blood running down her nose and lying on her upper lip from when she fell onto the hard ground. Her head aching with the sudden movement.
It was as if one thousand burning needles were jabbing into her at the same time, shooting up and down her body as he clawed at her, dragging her. A flop of swear burst out of her, and wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks.
Her ankles growing worse with each passing second as his deathly claws pounded them again and again. Her muscles cramping up on her, tearing bones. Lydia tried her hardest to flight back. To kick away his beefy claw or to dig her way back up to Stiles, but she was unable to do anything except suffer. She couldn't even call out for help. Her breath was knocked out of her. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, as she gasped and panted.
Please stop, please make him stop. She continued to think. Praying in her head for the lords forgiveness. She somehow grasped her thoughts that maybe he'd spare her. That maybe he's decided to let her live out of all the others.
"Stiles, help me!" She managed to yelp. She could feel the deep claws pound her back, scratching her with all his might. Anywhere his claws could find, it didn't think twice at hurting her. Her painful screams piercing the night sky.
Stiles turned, and watched as Lydia was being pulled. He panicked, and ran towards her. He grabbed her hand, but felt the sudden feeling of pain in his ribs, as he was tackled to the floor. He looked up, Jackson rising to his feet. Though, he wasn't alone.
Stiles almost let out a small smile at seeing Scott. He tackled the Alpha from Lydia's badly bloodied body. Lydia crawled quickly away, and Jackson held her in his arms. He picked her up in a quick, swift movement, and ran towards the entrance of the school.
Stiles quickly fallowed, already calling an ambulance. Jackson paced his way towards the oblivious teens. They were about ten yards away from the crowded entrance, as the dance began to die down and many left to go home.
"Hello, I need an ambulance here now..." Stiles panted, "I'm at Beacon Hills high school..." Stiles listened, "Thank you." He hung up, timid. Stiles looked over at Lydia. Jackson was holding her bridal style. His hands under her wounded knees, and the other under her scratched up back.
Her head laid back, revealing how graphic her wounds really seemed. He gulped, closing his eyes for a moment. The sight, nauseated him. And he knew he should be worried for her, which he was, he was also worried for Scott.
"Someone!" Jackson yelled, jogging towards the crowd of peers. "Help! Help me!" Several screams of terror was heard, after the sight of Lydia's bloody body. Most ran off, scared at what was the cause.
"The..." Stiles began, panting nervously. His hands found his buzzed hair, "The-the ambulance is it's way." He stuttered.
Jackson panted, looking down at Lydia. Her lifeless body in his arms. "She's not moving!" He yelled, looking up at Stiles as if he'd have the answer. "Why- why isn't she moving?"
Stiles looked down at her. Her scratched face questioned her beauty. Her red hair was surly not as red as her oozing blood. Her dress was just about ripped off her body. "I-I don't know..." he swallowed the lump in his throat.
Jackson looked around, not seeing one red and blue light in the sky. A siren wasn't in hear. Jackson looked down, "Dammit this is taking too long!" He shouted. His thwart expression telling Stiles to start up his Jeep.
Stiles quickly ran towards his Jeep, and Jackson looked down, "It's alright Lydia." He cracked, scared that this might be the last time he'd see her again.
I keep watching the trailer, trying to think if that's Lydia on the hospital bed, or Aunt Kate? Tell me watcha think in a review.
And also, should this be a one shot? Or should I continue on?