Another loud bang ran through the silence, the brunette's body jolting as the second bullet lodged itself in the muscle of his shoulder. Then the blood came. Crimson staining his shirt, he looked down at the patch over his stomach. Pure terror over his face, all the colour that once sat in his brown eyes washed away. Thats when he fell, his body hit the floor no emotions left in his face; just the look of death, you didn't have to be a doctor to see that this boy was going to die soon.
A pool of blood began to form around the boys body, and his eyes began to close.
"Stiles!" Another brunette cried, the boy now known as stiles obviously means some thing to him. "Stiles... Open your eyes." The other boy seemed to have glowing red eyes that soon turned to a dark brown. He had placed his hands over the wound on his friends stomach. "Stiles please..." He begged his eyes beginning to fill with tears. A girl kneeled down next to Stiles, she had strawberry blond hair; she was pretty. She placed her hand on the shoulder of the lifeless boy. Her eyes began to fill with tears. "Scott, y-you need to bite him!" Her voice was shaken and she choked on her words.
Scott grabbed Stiles arm, his sharp teeth bared and as he looked as his friends face he lowered his arm, his face twisted in pain. He wanted to do it. He wanted to do it so bad, he just couldn't bring himself to.
"I can't. Lydia I can't do it." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, as Lydia slumped her shoulders in defeat.
"Listen... Stiles, you just need to hold on for me." The only sign of life was the slow rate of his chest rising and falling. "We're going to get you to hospital..." But you could see on his face he knew he wouldn't make it.
A few other people began to crowd around Stiles' body, all sad faces, all bloodied and bruised. They all stood there looking at their friend. Scott clasped Stiles hand in his own, black veins moving throughout his arm as tears flowed down his cheeks. He let out a heart wrenching, pain-filled sob as the pain left Stiles face and his breathing even out slightly, instead of being ragged. He knew it wouldn t take long now.
His heart beat was now reduced to nothing, his chest no longer rising and falling, his body limp, muscles relaxed and nothing going through his head. That was it, he was gone. He had left them and was never going to return.
They stood there in the rain, black clothes, blank faces, pain filling their hearts as they gather to say goodbye to a loved one. Tears ran down their cheeks as they were silently breaking inside, it was painful to watch let alone be apart of. To know they would never be able to see his face again, to know they would never hear his voice. Just to know he wasn t there.
No one spoke as they looked to the coffin, the shiny wood surface reflecting the little light that was in the sky. The sound of sobs filled the air as he was lowered into the ground. Scott hadn't just lost a friend, he'd lost a brother, someone who was there when one one else was, someone who could make him smile, someone who could make anyone smile, someone who cared about his friends and family but now he was gone, taken away, stolen from this world. And the person who did this would pay.