Chapter II: Zeros to Heroes
A/N: This is turning out to be a fun story to write! I reordered and changed some things for the purpose of taking up less time. This chapter is unbetaed unfortunately. Lexim325 helped a bit though. Enjoy the update! SSD
After they finally got to their lockers and put their lacrosse gear in them, the twins and Stiles went to their first class of the day, English. Thankfully, the seats that they preferred were still free.
As they waited for class to start, Scott took a look at his twin sister. Like him, she had dark hair, but her hair was a dark jet black that cascaded down to slightly below her shoulder blades in a tight, thick braid. That was her usual way of attempting to tame her hair. She then pulled one of the few stray locks of hair back over her ear. Sam rubbed her dark eyes to try and chase away the tiredness that she felt. Neither of them had gotten much sleep the night before once they got home.
A short time later the bell rung and pretty much everyone else in the class strolled into their seats. Promptly the teacher said,
"As I sure you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night. And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."
Giving into small groans, the entire class started reading the syllabus. Or at least making it look like they were reading it for the most part.
A short time later, the sound of a cell phone ringing made Sam jump and the thud of Scott banging his leg on his own desk told her she was not the only one.
Scanning the room, the twins thought they were going insane until Scott looked out the window and motioned Sam to look that way as well. There was a new girl outside of the school talking on her cell phone!
"Mom three calls on the first day is a little overdoing it." The girl was rummaging through her bag. "Everything except a pen. Oh my God I didn't actually forget a pen." They then noticed that the vice principal was walking out to meet her. "Okay gotta go love ya."
The vice principal apologized saying, "Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying that San Francisco wasn't where you grew up?"
"No but we lived there for more than a year which is unusual in my family." The girl's voice then faded out.
Sam scrawled on a piece of paper, to Scott asking *Service Brat?* Scott shrugged his shoulders.
Then they could hear a thumping heartbeat. It was of someone who was supremely nervous. Sam was sure that she was losing her mind.
Then they heard the vice-principal again saying, "Well hopefully Beacon Hills is your last stop for a while." Nodding to the teacher, then turning to the students saying, "Class, this is our new student Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."
Sam noticed that her brother had not taken his eyes off of Allison from the moment the girl had entered the room. Sam did give the girl a small smile as she passed.
Out of the corner of her eye, the female McCall noticed that Scott had turned around to give their new classmate one of his spare pens. Softly Allison said, "Thanks."
The teacher continued on with, "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133."
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Through the class hours leading up to lunch, Allison was in three more of Sam's classes and two more of Scott's. Judging by the look on his face and the fact that he'd been making goo-goo eyes at her, both Sam and Stiles had come to the same conclusion: Scott was totally whipped.
Once they got to their usual table, Sam and Stiles plopped down on either side of Scott. Sam drawled, "So, Scott: When are you going to actually talk to her, instead of just giving her a pen?"
Focusing on his lunch, Scott said, "When the time is right, Sam."
Knowing that this was the opportunity to tease him, Sam snickered, "Well if you don't get on with it, Scott, you'll likely die a virgin." Stiles suppressed a snort, but only just.
As Sam went up to get her lunch, which was Cheesy Chicken, Stiles turned to Scott saying, "Relax don't be nervous. What's the worst thing that could happen? Of course she's already become a part of Lydia's clique and that will make her even more difficult…" Stiles trailed off as Sam finally got back with three sandwiches.
"So what were you two jokers talking about while I was gone?" She asked as she gave Scott one of the sandwiches. Stiles had brought his lunch.
"Your brother's chances at getting a date with the new girl," Stiles replied.
"Those odds are slim and none!" Sam snickered.
"You two don't need to tell me the odds." Scott said moodily. With that, they changed the subject to something more school related. They'd all heard horror stories about the chemistry teacher, Professor Harris. If he liked you, his classes would be infinitely easier for you. If he didn't like you… he'd make your life a living hell.
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Finally, it was the last class of the day. Well, it was a study hall for Sam and Earth Science for Scott. She'd been unable to take it this semester due to her taking Auto Shop. She would have to make it up at another time.
Walking into the library, Sam looked around at the seats still left. Thankfully, Lydia wasn't in this study hall. She couldn't stand her.
But Sam did notice that the new girl Allison was still sitting by herself. Taking a deep breath, Sam went over and asked, "Is this seat taken?"
Allison looked up, surprised to see her there, but replied, "No it isn't." Sam proceeded to place her backpack on the floor and take out her history book. Mr. Dietrich had already assigned homework, and since she wouldn't have any time to do this after school with lacrosse tryouts, Sam had to do her homework now.
As she was about to get started, Allison said, "You're in a lot of my classes aren't you?"
"Counting this class, we have six classes together, Allison." Sam replied without even looking up from her assignment.
"I'm sorry; there have been so many new faces today. What's your name again?"
Putting her pen down, Sam replied with a crooked smile, "My name's Sam McCall. You may have seen me with my twin brother Scott."
Nodding in recognition, Allison said, "I thought you two looked alike. Except your skin tone is paler than his."
"How are you doing getting around school? Did you get lost?" Sam asked kindly. She'd gotten lost so many times last year, it wasn't even funny.
"No, not really." Allison replied. "Lydia's actually been really helpful."
Sam barely suppressed a snort. Lydia was only ever friendly to people if she thought she could get something out of them. The teacher in charge of the study hall gave them a dirty look for being noisy.
The rest of the study hall was spent in companionable silence.
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Shortly after school, Sam and Scott quickly got themselves into their lacrosse gear and made their way to the field a little early for some passing practice. This for them meant that they would pelt each other with the ball at top speeds until tryouts started.
"You won't believe who I have in my last hour study hall, Scott." Sam said in a singsong voice as she whipped the ball at Scott.
"And who might that be?" Scott asked, humoring his sister tossing the ball back towards her.
"Allison. She seems pretty nice. You have better taste than Stiles." Sam said as she flung it back at her brother as their friend walked up.
"Who has better taste than me?" Stiles asked petulantly.
"He does." Sam said pointing at her brother with her stick.
With that, they began walking their way towards where the others were gathering.
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"If you two play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you guys really going to do that to your best friend?" Stiles pled with them.
"I can't sit out again. My whole life has been on the sidelines. This year I have to play." Scott said.
"I feel the same way too Stiles. We're at least going to give it our best shot." Sam smiled sadly at her friend.
"McCall!" The coach barked. Both Scott and Sam turned around as Stiles asked, "Which one coach, there's two of them right here!"
"Can the smartass, Stilinski. Scott get your butt over here."
Once Scott had ran up obediently, he was told, "You're on goal."
"I've never played." Scott protested.
"I know- Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing. Get 'em energized, fired up!" the coach said excitedly.
"What about me?" Scott asked.
"Try not to catch any in the face. Let's go! Come on!"
"What an asshole. Using my brother like that. I hope Scott proves him wrong." Sam thought vindictively as she got into line to score.
Unfortunately, the first ball that was shot at him, Scott caught it with his facemask.
"Hey, way to catch it with your face McCall!" Jackson guffawed loudly. Sam fought the urge to knock the guy on his ass. She vowed to get him later for that.
Scott got back up on his feet. Sam smiled at that. He never gave up.
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Sam couldn't believe her eyes. Scott was stopping every ball that was thrown at him.
Then Jackson pushed the next person in line out of his way. Sam was holding her breath. She could tell that her brother was too. Jackson then haymakered the ball in direction of the goal. Sam nearly looked away, but then she saw the miracle of miracles: Scott caught the ball neatly and even managed a trick throw over his shoulder.
"McCall in the goal, get over here!" Finstock barked. He was probably as shocked as hell.
Once Scott had got over to him, he asked, "What was all that?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders saying, "I did what you told me to do. Guard the net."
"You certainly did, McCall. You're first line."
Sam smiled as she heard that. One of them so far had gotten their dream. Now it was time to see if she could manage that as well.
They would be doing another drill for lacrosse. It was a relatively simple one. One player had to get past two defenders and the goalie. Sam was up first. Noticing that the two defenders were Jackson and one of his cronies, Sam grinned evilly. She would enjoy doing this a lot!
As she ran up to the goal, Jackson and his friend moved to block her, Sam just crashed through them, knocking them to the ground hard and then scoring. Scott and Stiles were cheering while the rest of the team stood there thunderstruck. Sam was a lot smaller physically than Jackson and his buddy, yet she'd just knocked them over like bowling pins.
For the second time that day, Finstock barked, "McCall, get over here."
Smirking as she walked over, Sam said sweetly, "What is it coach?"
Figuring that it was not a good idea to think twice about the gift he'd just gotten, two players who had been horrible, and were now phenomenal. Though there would be some suspicion that they were juicing.
"You just knocked down two guys that have at least six inches and 50 pounds on you like bowling pins. How'd you do that?" He asked Sam.
Sam shrugged her shoulders, saying, knowing that Jackson was listening intently, "I guess I just kept on going."
Not thinking on the matter any further, Finstock said, "A pair of twins on first line. This should be a good year. You're first line Sam!"
Sam gave her brother a megawatt grin. Their dream had come true.
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After practice and before the twins had to go to their respective jobs, Scott, Sam, and Stiles went for a walk in the woods to talk. And look for their inhalers. Stiles was peppering them with questions about their showing of skill on the field.
"I don't- I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott explained.
"And what about you knocking those guys over, like they were nothing?" Stiles said pointedly to Sam.
"It was like I knew where to hit them just right and their size didn't matter. I felt…stronger than them. And that's not the only weird thing that's happened to me today. I could hear a cell phone conversation all the way outside. What about you Scott?" Sam asked her brother.
"I could hear that cell phone conversation as well. I can also smell things." Scott said uncomfortably.
"Smell things. Like what?" Stiles queried.
Interrupting her brother, Sam said "The mint-mojito gum in your pocket." Scott nodded that he had smelt as well before saying,
"What if it's an infection, like our bodies are flooding with adrenaline before going into shock?"
That got Sam's attention. She hadn't thought of that.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Stiles declared,
"You know, I actually think I've heard of this– It's a specific kind of infection."
Giving Stiles an impatient look, the twins said at the same time,
"Are you serious?"
Figuring that he needed to make his point fairly quickly before they lost patience with him, Stiles said,
"Yeah, I think it's called– lycanthropy."
"Is it bad?" Scott asked worriedly.
Sam rolled her eyes, telling her brother, "He's suggesting that we're werewolves, Scott."
"Oh it's pretty bad. But only once a month." Stiles replied, hitting his stride.
"Once a month? That doesn't sound too bad." Scott said.
Sam grumbled unintelligibly. She did not need another thing to worry about once a month.
Stiles went on saying, "Mm–hmm. On the night of the full moon." He paused to howl for effect before continuing, "Hey, you're the ones who heard a wolf howling."
Figuring that his twin wasn't in the mood to reply to Stiles, Scott shot back,
"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with us!"
Snickering a bit, Stiles said, "I know! You're both werewolves! Rrr!" After both of them gave him acidic glares, he backed off slightly with, "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon."
They continued their walk into the woods to where they had found the body. Noticing that it was no longer there, Sam immediately said,
"Where the hell is that body? It was right here last night!"
"This is near where we dropped our inhalers." Scott mentioned. He too was obviously worried.
"The killer probably moved the body. Wouldn't be the first time." Stiles muttered.
Sam muttered, "I hope he left our inhalers. Those things cost like 80 bucks."
Suddenly the three of them heard a guy say threateningly,
"Hey, what are you doing here? Huh? This is private property."
Slowly backing away, Stiles found his voice first saying, "Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know."
Scott cut in with; "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but…" the guy had tossed the twin's inhalers, back to them. He awkwardly, "Uh, forget it. Uhm. All right, come on, I gotta get to work." The trio began walking away in the other direction, with Sam being the only one who looked back for one last look. The guy was gone.
Stiles immediately said, "Guys that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us."
"Remember what?" Scott and Sam asked at the same time.
"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."
With a faraway look in her eyes, Sam said what they all were undoubtedly thinking, "I wonder what he's doing back."
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Sam had been working on her homework for about three hours when her brother came home, with a giant grin on his face. He sat down at the swivel chair at his desk.
Going into his room, Sam leaned against the door and asked, "Alright. What's got you in such a good mood?"
"Can't I just be in a happy mood?" Scott asked, swiveling around to face his twin.
"When you have that goofy grin on your face, it's usually about a girl. So spill!" Sam demanded with a grin.
After a few moments of thinking it over, Scott told Sam, "I've got a date to the party on Friday night. With Allison."
"Good for you." Sam replied with a full smile.
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When Sam woke up the following morning, she was not in her room. Instead, she was out in the middle of the woods, in her pajamas which consisted only of a tank top and some athletic shorts!
She had to get home and quick, before her mom got home and checked on her and Scott in their rooms. Sam had a bad feeling that Scott was also out in the woods.
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The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The high point of the day had been when Sam and Stiles ribbed Scott about his date with Allison.
Until after lacrosse practice, it would turn out to be.
Sam had just finished up getting dressed in the girl's locker room, when Jackson ambushed her saying, "Alright. You're going to tell me where you and your joker of a brother are getting your juice."
Confused and quite pissed, Sam snarled, "What do you mean "juice" asshole?"
Slowly like he was speaking to someone who was developmentally challenged, Jackson repeated, "Where. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?"
Sam thought for a moment, before comprehension dawned on her. She knew what he was asking about.
"You think that my brother and I are doing steroids? We're not that stupid. We know we get drug tested."
Losing his patience, Jackson yelled, "What the hell is going on with you and your brother!"
Calmly, but still with some heat in her tone, Sam replied, "It's really none of your damn business what's going on with me and my brother." Pausing for a moment, Sam smugly said, "And you better get out of the girls locker room. You wouldn't want to get slapped with a sexual harassment issue, now would you?"
At that, Jackson stalked out of the locker room, slamming the door. Sam grinned to herself. She'd gotten him, and good!
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Scott and Sam went over to Stiles's house; he'd been calling them like a madman.
Once they arrived, Stiles said, "Get in. You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading– websites, books. All this information."
Noticing how manic their friend seemed to be, Sam asked, "How much Adderall have you had today?"
Barely pausing, Stiles said, "A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen you two."
Scott then asked, "Oh is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"
Their friend said, "No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."
"Oh, the sexy guy in the woods that we saw the other day." Sam said with a grin. Both of the guys gave her a look.
Stiles said, "Yes. But that's not it, okay?"
The twins gave their friend a look that said to get to the point.
Finally taking a breath, Stiles started with, "Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf–the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
Sam yawned saying, "Should we?"
"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em.
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked with a disbelieving tone in his voice.
Stiles gently said "No–Werewolves."
Scott then got quite irritated before asking, "Are you seriously wasting our time time with this? You know we have to get to the party in an hour!"
Knowing that he was pissing off his friends he said "I saw you two on the field today, Okay, what you were doing wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible."
Sam scoffed saying, "Yeah, so I made a good shot. So what?"
"The way you two were moving, your speed, your reflexes. No normal person could move like that."
Losing patience finally, Scott said, "Okay dude. I can't think about this right now. We'll talk more tomorrow."
Stiles squawked saying, "Tomorrow? No, the full moon's tonight! Don't you two get it?"
Rounding on him Sam and Scott, pushing him into the wall with Scott snarling, "What are you trying to do? We just made first line. I've got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in our lives is somehow perfect."
Sam snarled "Why are you trying to ruin it for us?" Smirking cruelly, she asked, "Are you jealous?"
Ignoring Sam's comment, Stiles said, "I'm trying to help. Both of you are cursed. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you both to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."
Pausing for a moment, Scott asked, "Bloodlust?"
Seeing that his friends had calmed down momentarily, Stiles said, "Yes, your urge to kill."
Giving Stiles the fish-eye, Sam said, "I'm feeling the urge to kill right about now."
Knowing that he was running out of time, Stiles continued, "You gotta hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now."
As Stiles whipped out his phone, Scott cried out, "What do you think you're doing?"
Stiles said "Cancelling the date." As if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Give it to me!" Scott snarled again, making a grab for the phone.
Sam managed to get it as Scott slammed Stiles into the wall of his room and quickly disconnected the call. Calming down a bit, Scott said, "I'm sorry. I've gotta do this."
With that, the twins left their friend's house.
Scott and Sam were nearly ready for the party and were quite excited. They were prepared to enjoy every second of it. Sam was looking forward to spending time with her friends while Scott was so looking forward to spend it with Allison. Melissa was standing in the threshold of Scott's bedroom which was where the twins were meeting each other.
"So, Scott, is this a party or a date?" Melissa asked with a sweet smile.
Scott then says "Both I guess," with a shy smile.
"What's her name?" their mom asked with a smile.
"Allison." Scott replied with a goofy grin on his face.
Sam nudged her brother with her shoulder lightly. He smiles up at her and she returns it without hesitation.
"I'm so glad you two rely and trust each other so much." Melissa said with a giant smile. She has no idea, the twins thought as they returned her sweet smile. They'd neglected telling her about getting bitten by some wolf in the middle of the night. The twins knew that they would have been in trouble up to their eyeballs.
"So you should have no problem with having to drive to the party together."
"What?" The twins yelped at the exact same moment.
"You heard me. You two are not going separately," Melissa said in a stern yet loving voice. "No buts. What I said is final. You two go together."
"I was gonna get a ride from one of my friends though," Sam said in a slightly disappointed voice.
"I have a date with Allison. Mom, you can't be serious," Scott said with pleading eyes.
"You're going together. End of discussion," she said before leaving the room.
Sam and Scott quickly turned to each other. Sighing, Sam said "Since it seems we have to go together, there are ground rules that have to be set. I'll make myself scarce in the car."
"And I'll stay away from you and your friends at the party," Scott said with a slight nod. "Agreed?"
"Agreed," Sam said as they shook hands to seal their deal.
At the party, Scott was dancing with Allison while Sam was chatting away with her friends. Stiles was there as well, keeping a close eye on both of them.
Scott whined in pain as the moonlight shines directly over the backyard. Sam had been grabbing herself a water bottle when she felt a sharp pain as well. She quickly dropped the bottle that had been in her hand and began holding her head in her hands. Scott had started walking away from Allison and into the house. He was sweating heavily and bumped into Stiles.
"You ok man?" Stiles said with complete concern for his friend.
Scott just continued walking towards the car. He felt a tingling feeling in the tips of his fingers and felt uncomfortable in his own skin. Sam was walking in the direction of the car. She felt a sharp pain in her finger tips and met Scott out in front of the car. Scott quickly got into the driver's seat and they sped home. Allison ran after them but they had already left.
"I'm Derek, a friend of Scott and Sam's. Need a ride?" Derek asked from behind Allison.
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The twins rushed into Scott's room. Scott quickly went into the bathroom hoping a cold shower would help the burn sensation all over his body. Sam quickly lay down on his bed hoping that would ease the pain deep in her stomach. Scott was seated in the tub and examining his fingers, sharp claws had replaced his fingernails in a matter of seconds. His eyes felt as if they were burning and his gums felt like something was trying to break through. He quickly turned off the shower water and ran to the mirror. He looked at his reflection and watched as fangs replaced his canines. His eyes were burning a bright golden and his ears were pointed at the tips. He groaned in agony.
Meanwhile, Sam felt what she believed to be a knot in her stomach become unbearable. She sat up wrapping her arms around her stomach tightly as she hunched over hoping that would help with the pain. She changed into a navy blue sports bra and athletic shorts to hopefully lessen the heat. She grabbed the hand mirror she had brought to Scotts room when they were getting ready for the party and looked in the mirror. Her normally brown eyes had turned a bright golden color. At the same time, Sam watched her canines transforming into fangs. She placed on mirror face down on the bed. Her fingernails quickly sprouted into sharp claws. Her gums were on fire and she felt tingling in her ears. She groaned in pain and heard Scott doing the same.
Scott came out of the bathroom in sweatpants and without a shirt. They noticed that the other was the same way. They snapped their heads toward the room door when they heard running up the stairs. They quickly ran to the door and began pushing against it so the person couldn't get in.
"Scott! Sam! I know you two are in there. I wanna help. Let me in." Stiles shouted as he pushed against the door from the outside.
"No, Stiles, stay away from us. We could hurt you." Scott said in response, still pushing the door shut.
"Get out Stiles. We're too dangerous." Sam said while trying to ignore the fog creeping into her mind that wanted her to let go and stop fighting it.
"Allison. Stiles, Allison's still at the party." Scott said frantically.
"No, she's not. Once you two left she got a ride home." Stiles said trying to push harder against the door but it wasn't budging.
"It's Derek. He's the werewolf. He's the one that bit us!" Scott shouted to Stiles while urging the fog to disappear.
Stiles then said, "Scott, he's the one who drove Allison home."
Scott quickly jumped out the window and Sam soon followed after him. Stiles stumbling into the room since he had still been applying pressure to get it open. Stiles had only seen them jump out; he didn't have enough time to even try to stop them. Just standing there staring at the window in horror, Stiles thought, "I hope they're okay."
Looking out at the full moon outside, Stiles nodded sadly. Scott and Sam would need all the luck they could get to make it through the night.
A/N 2: There is a poll on my profile page that concerns this story. I would love to have your input. SSD
