So this was just something that popped in my head today. This my first non-romance story so tell me if it's good.
Stiles ran through the woods as fast as he could. The sound of crashing branches all around. His heart beat at a thousand miles an hour and he couldn't catch his breath. He knew he just had to make it to Deaton's. It was still too far. He couldn't believe this was how it was all going to end, killed by his best friend. He didn't think twice when he stayed at Scott's during the full moon. He'd been in control of the wolf for months. How could he have known a blue moon was so strong? How could he know that not even an alpha could keep control?
It had been a normal night. They sat in Scott's room playing video games and discussing who was better Superman or Batman. The next thing he knew, Scott was screaming for him to run, as fangs pushed their way to the surface and eyes turned a bloody red. He'd done as he was told. He ran right out the door and down the street. He didn't have much choice of where to go with the wolf herding him into the woods. It played with him, getting close and jumping on top of him before retreating back into the shadow. It was just a game and he was a chew toy. That's why he was sprinting through the woods, branches ripping at his skin and thorn bushes scratching at his legs.
"Help!" Stiles screamed for what felt like the hundredth time. Who could even help him? The hunters didn't patrol the woods anymore. Why would they, when the wolves had control over their shifts? A growl sounded from behind him, this time much closer. He screamed as was pushed to the ground. "Scott," he whimpered, his face pressing into the dirt, hot breath breathing down his neck. "Scott, please," he whimpered.
The alpha howled at Stiles, leaving the boy's ears ringing. Another scream echoed from the boy's mouth as sharp claws dug a few inches into his back. Scott growled again, sounding almost like laughter. The weight disappeared and Stiles tried to get up. He stumbled when he was back to full height, going face first into a rock. Tears fell from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks. Another growl gave him the strength to get to his feet. He limped farther into the forest, as fast as he could with the burning pain shooting through his body. Dark movement passed to his left, but he ignored it. It didn't matter where Scott was, he could kill him from any direction.
The trees thinned, the only light coming from the silver disk in the sky. He fell against a tree gasping for air. "Help!" he screamed once again. "Hell-ahhhh," he screamed as the claws returned in his shoulders, this time piercing all the way through his bone and coming out the other side. Fangs scratched at the back of his neck, leaving long bloody marks. Once again the weight vanished, Stiles breathing in relief. Unlike the last time though, the claws appeared at his side. Flipping him onto his back, gravel and dirt pushing into his open wounds.
Stiles stared up into two glowing red eyes, no sign of human thought inside them. Scott moved his head until his face was inches from his best friend's. Stiles wanted to gag. The wolf's breath smelled of blood, his blood. Scott roared and dug his teeth into his best friend's forearm, ripping it from the shoulder. Stiles screamed a high pitched scream. His world grew fuzzy, shapes and sounds only half there.
He faintly heard Scott tearing at his severed arm, ripping the skin and muscle off the cracked bone. After finishing with the arm, Scott went back to Stiles. He clawed at Stiles's chest bringing his mouth to the bleeding meat. Stiles' screams urged Scott on, wanting to make his prey suffer as long as possible. Stiles died, screaming his best friend's name.