(ScottPOV)
"Hey Stiles, do you notice something about Isaac?" I asked.
"Yea, he always looks so dead." He answered taking a sip of his Sweet Tea.
"I mean did something bad happen to him when we left?" I asked.
"I don't know but I defiantly smelled fear and pain just coming to me in waves." He said taking a bite out of if burger.
"Yea me too, we should go see if he's alright." I suggested, as I finished up my fries.
"Yea lets go now." He said throwing away our trash.
We walked in silence to his jeep and drove off. I started picking up his scent coming from the northeast.
"Northeast." I said.
"Smells like his in a place with a lot of died people." He said wriggling his nose and I did the same thing.
"The Beacon Hills Cemetery."We both said and High 5d each other. We drove in silence for a little while longer, and there it was again. Fear.
"You think that its gone?" He asked.
"Most likely, if it wasn't then he would have been pulling pranks on the teachers and students." I answered remembering the three of us playing jokes on the kids while me and Stiles howled and Isaac moved things in their room.
"He probably still has it, I mean like that thing was permanent." Stiles said making hand gestures.
"Yea we just need to reopen it." I said, thinking of ways to help him.
We pulled up into the graveyard, and started walking around. His scent was everywhere, I mean everyone. I couldn't smell anything but I could hear somebody yelling. Stiles and I shared a look and to off towards the voice, when a little office shed looking thing came into view.
"Sorry ain't gonna cut it." somebody said.
We looked through the window and saw Isaac on the ground laying helplessly as some guy sat on top of him.
"That's what he meant when he said,'He lost' " I said.
Stiles already shifted made a sign for me to come and follow and copy him, I shifted too and stood by him. He held up 3 fingers and counted down. Three. Two. One.
We busted open the door and saw the guy turn around and get up.
"What the hell are you." He said stopping in mid-punch when he saw us.
"Your worst nightmare." Stiles said, of course using the most cheesiest line, but it works.
"I'll deal with this ass wipe, you go get Isaac." He said as he punched the guy in stomach.
I ran over and gently picked up Isaac, he was unconscious, he had a black eye and his nose looked broken, cheeks are bruised and I know there was much more all over his body. He look like a scared child, afraid and helpless. I held him closer to my chest.
"Hang in there Isaac, your strong." I said shifting back.
"How is he?" Stiles asked.
I just showed him, he looked back over at the guy and punched him on more time.
"Get the tape." I said as I started opening the door. I started walking out when Stiles called,
"Got it." He made his way to us.
"You never lost." He said as we made our way to his Jeep."Because now you us."
"The two coolest dudes on the plantet." I said.
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