DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf. But if I did then Jeff Davis and I could be best friends and that's pretty awesome.
Previously on the Green-Eyed Girl: Matt had all of them trapped in the Sheriff Station until the Argents arrived. All the chaos forced Scott to transform in front of his mother for the first time. Then as they all were fleeing the station, Kinley saw that Scott was working with Gerard and that Gerard had drowned Matt to take over control of the kanima.
The events at the Sheriff's station were obviously being kept as hush hush as possible. So, obviously that meant everyone was gossiping about them Monday morning at school. As Kinley made her way to her first period World History class, she tried to ignore the chatter. Everyone knew she and her friends had been there and that Matt had died. No one knew specifics; so Kinley could just imagine the crazy stories people would be coming up with. None of them would be good or even close to accurate stories, so she steered clear. Luckily as she walked to class, she ran into what she thought would be a friendly face.
Allison was at her locker, picking up books and getting ready for her morning when Kinley stopped to talk.
"Hey," Kinley said and leaned on the locker next to Allison's.
Allison nodded at her and then went back to her books.
"Are you doing okay? I heard about you mom." Kinley said.
"Yeah, I'm fine. No thanks to you." Allison said angrily, then slammed her locker door and stomped away down the hall.
"Allison, wait. What are you…" Kinley tried to yell after her, but it was no use. Allison was weaving through the hallways and just running into anyone that got in her way. Kinley reminded herself that Allison was grieving and that gave her the right to be angry. Kinley just wished the girl wouldn't take it out on her.
Since Kinley wasn't going to talk to Allison any time soon, she went straight to her class hoping to see Scott and Stiles. Maybe they would know better how Allison was doing, but when she arrived, neither were there.
She started walking to her usual seat and wondering where they were when the teacher then called her up to his desk and gave her a note. The note told her to go to the guidance office. She was set to have an appointment with the school guidance counselor/French teacher, Ms. Morrell. She had never made this appointment and the fact that one was made for her caused her stomach to flip. However, there was no way out of this so she took her things and headed to the office.
When she arrived at the Guidance Counselor's, she handed the receptionist the note. The receptionist took it and told Kinley to take a seat because Ms. Morrell was still seeing someone. Kinley sat down and waited. Then a few minutes went by and Stiles walked out. Kinley stood up and rushed over.
"What is this about?" She asked him.
"The other night." He replied. "The school thinks we need to talk to someone about it."
"Oh," Kinley replied and thought maybe it was actually a good idea for some of them. So many of them had never dealt with these evils. Kinley always had her family to talk to about it, and they understood the perils of this life. It always made things slightly less stressful when she was able to rant about all the things that were happening. Stiles and Scott didn't have family like that. So having someone would be good. But then again, how much could someone really talk about something where most of it had to be kept secret?
"Kinley Wesson." Kinley heard Ms. Morrell say.
Kinley turned and saw Ms. Morrell standing in her doorway, holding a large file in her hands.
"Guess it's my turn." Kinley told Stiles. He gave her a quick hug, and then she headed into her appointment. She turned and looked at Stiles one more time before entering the office. He gave her a reassuring smile and her stomach stopped doing flips for just a moment. Kinley then stepped into the room and Mrs. Morrell shut the door behind her.
This was Kinley's first time in this school's guidance counselor's office. The room was very tiny and very bare. It had stark white walls with none of the usual motivational posters that Kinley was used to seeing in this type of office. The only things in the room were the two chairs and a plain wooden desk. It almost looked like this was a temporary office. Nothing in it that made it different from any other room.
"Please, take a seat," Ms. Morrell told her after she took her own seat at her desk and placed the large file in front of her.
Kinley sat in the chair in front of Ms. Morrell's desk. The chair was the usual uncomfortable plastic that she had come to hate. Kinley never understood why it was always so uncomfortable in a space that was meant to help you feel comfortable sharing your feelings. She shrugged off the notions and focused on the story she knew she would have to tell. Kinley had been sent to guidance for many reasons over the years, usually being anti social, but it never had anything to do with her cases. This was new. She really had been in one place too long.
"So I have seen you with Mr. Stilinski quite a bit. Are you two good friends?" Ms. Morrell asked.
"You could say that." Kinley replied.
"Oh, so you're more than friends." She stated.
"You could say that too." Kinley replied and didn't really like this woman prying into her personal life even though that's kind of what therapy is for. "Aren't we supposed to talk about the incidents from the other night?" Kinley asked.
"We can if you would like." Ms. Morrell replied.
"I just thought that, that was the point of this meeting." Kinley said.
Ms. Morrell took a deep breath. "It is the initial reason why this meeting was set up, yes, but we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I am here to listen to whatever you want to talk about."
"Well in that case, can I just go?" Kinley asked. "Look, it's really nice for the school to care and all, but I've dealt with things like this before. I really don't need any counseling for it." Kinley started to get up but stopped when Ms. Morrell spoke again.
"So you've dealt with losing a classmate you've known for more than a few months?" Ms. Morrell inquired.
"Well, no, not exactly, but I'm pretty sure that file can tell you that strings of unfortunate incidents tend to follow me around." Kinley replied and pointed to the large school file in front of Ms. Morrell. "Loss is a part of my daily life. I'm used to it." She told the counselor.
"Hmm." Ms. Morrell said and nodded. "This is the school you've stayed at the longest in the past 7 years, is that correct?"
Kinley realized she wasn't getting out of here and sat back down. "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" Kinley replied.
"You say you have dealt with loss, but how many of those people, besides your parents of course, were you all that close to?" Ms. Morrell asked.
"I-I, I mean not many. I'm always moving, so I never really develop close relationships with the people that I meet. There's no time. What difference does that make anyway?" She replied.
"Well, looking over your file, I've noticed that you've been brought in for counseling on the matter of not having friends and isolating yourself quite a few times. I'm just wondering if this place is not like all the others you have been to. You seem to be doing very well here...well except for you grades, they seem to be a constant no matter where you are. Here though, you have friends and have developed relationships with people like Mr. Stiliniski "
"Can we not talk about Stiles?" Kinley asked.
"Is there any specific reason you would like to keep him out of our conversation?" She asked.
"I just like to keep my private life private. Look if you want to talk about the other night then great, but if you don't, I have class." Kinley said.
"The reason I bring up Mr. Stilinski is that I think that this place and these people mean more to you than anywhere else you have been, Mr. Stilinski especially. And because there has been a lot of loss in your life, you don't realize that the loss here will be different. Everything that happens here will have a much greater impact on you than you expect." Ms. Morrell explained.
Kinley couldn't believe what just came out of that woman's mouth. "You think that the people in those other towns didn't mean anything to me? That their losses were just unfortunate incidents in my mind? I carry all of those people with me everyday. I feel the the emptiness they left behind in every moment. I know what I almost lost here last night, but I don't want to sit around and talk about it. I wanna do something. I wanna to keep going. Why? Because if I don't, there will just be another loss to add to that file and the crushing guilt I feel everyday. My life can be hell, Ms. Morrell, and I think Churchill said it best, 'if you're going through hell, keep going.'"
"Good." Ms. Morrell responded.
"What?" Kinley replied and really just wanted to punch this woman already. What did this woman want from her. Kinley was beyond frustrated.
"You're more of a hunter than Deaton even claimed you were." Ms. Morrell said.
Kinley just stared at her with a quizzical and slightly angry expression. Kinley had no idea what just happened. "Okay, is everyone in this town in on the supernatural or do I just attract them?" Kinley inquired.
"Well someone as powerful as you will attract more phenomenon than others. You're almost like a Beacon." Ms. Morrell said and then laughed since they were in Beacon Hills at the moment. But she quickly regained her serious tone. "You should,however, remember that fact when you're trying to care for those around you. You may be so powerful that no one can stop you, but there are many ways for your enemies to break you and those are the ties you're forming here. I am not saying to leave, but I am saying to be careful of who you attach yourself closest to. They will be the first target." She warned.
Kinley had enough of this woman and was furious with Deaton for speaking with her about anything having to do with her fae status and powers. Kinley grabbed her bag, walked out of the room, and slammed the door behind her.
It was too late to go to history after her appointment, so Kinley headed to her next class. The day went by in a blur. Most of her wasn't there. She was in a fuming state about Deaton and over-thinking her and Stiles and even her friendships with Scott, Lydia, and Allison. So by the time the day ended, she only had a one track mind. She needed to go and yell at Deaton for whatever he told that crazy woman.
She met with Stiles briefly after school and then told him she had some business to take care of and then she angrily drove to the Animal Clinic. She saw Scott was already there. His bike was chained up front. She didn't care if he was there. He knew everything anyway and nothing mattered in that moment but getting to Deaton.
She stormed into the animal clinic and yelled Deaton's name. She could hear the seething anger in her voice, but Deaton replied with a very casual, "Back here," which caused her to be more annoyed.
She followed his voice back into one of the exam rooms and saw Scott and Isaac standing over a dog who was lying on the table. Isaac had a goofy smile on his face and it looked like he had been crying too.
"What's going on?" Kinley asked as she looked at the odd scene in front of her.
"I was just showing Isaac his ability to take away pain." Deaton replied. "He helped this dog with cancer. The wolves can smell the disease and can help the animal through it."
"Oh…. Weird." Kinley replied and then she refocused. She was on a mission when she came here. "Deaton, I need to talk to you," Kinley stated in as serious of a tone as she could through her irritated state.
Deaton nodded and waved her to follow him to his office. She did as he requested. They got into his office which looked more cluttered than usual and Deaton sat down behind his desk and asked, "What do you need to talk about?"
"Ms. Morrell." Kinley replied and said nothing more. However, Deaton didn't say anything either. He was waiting for her. She glared at him, wanting him to admit what he had done, but he sat there with a pleasant smile and continued to be patient. Kinley gave in, knowing she was going to lose anyway. Her patience was usually low, but in this state, it was worse. "She knew about me and she said you told her." Kinley told Deaton.
Deaton who was still as calm as ever just asked, "Did she really say I told her about you?"
Kinley thought for a moment. "Not in those words exactly but basically, yes." Kinley replied.
"Okay, let me clear something up. Ms. Morrell also known as my sister, has known about you as long as I have because she sensed your presence."
"Sister?" Kinley replied, shocked. This entire day was going to drive her to insanity.
"I guess I can't put off telling you what I am any longer. My sister will probably tell you eventually anyway." He replied and then shook his head and muttered something about keeping family secrets. But then brought himself back and then continued. "My family comes from a long line of what are know as Emissaries. We are advisers to supernatural creatures. My family has worked with wolf packs for generations. We are human but do possess some skills of druid magic. Now anyone can learn druid magic like Stiles did with the mountain ash, but we tend to learn it quicker and ours has a little bit more of a kick. So yes, my sister sensed you and saw that I had spoken with you. I only confirmed her suspicions. She would have found out eventually. I told her to give you time actually and to not try and speak with you. Obviously she had other plans."
Kinley felt somewhat embarrassed for barging into Deaton's clinic and accusing him without gathering more facts but she was still upset. He never told her that anyone else knew about her. "You did tell her I was a good hunter though, didn't you?" Kinley asked.
"I did. I told her that all of you were more capable than she was giving you credit for. Now if that is all, I do have a clinic to run." He said and began to get up from his chair.
"No, that's not all." Kinley replied.
"Derek brought something up that might help me figure out who I am. He mentioned the Tuatha de Dannan. He said they were fairies before fairies were fairies or something like that." Kinley rambled. She didn't remember exactly what Derek said. That night he told her, a lot of things happened.
"Huh, that is something I have considered looking into. The likelihood that your power comes from that line though is almost impossible. Most of the Tuatha de Dannan were driven out of Ireland or into deep hiding. Most think there are none of them left. However, we are running out of options, and my family does have access to some of those Druid records. I will look into this when we have more time. Right now, I think there is a matter of the kanima to deal with." Deaton told her and then got up from his chair.
"One more thing." Kinley said. "While I have you here."
Deaton sat back down and looked at her expectantly.
"My powers and Stiles." Kinley began. "Something is going on. The other night at the Sheriff's station, every time I tried to use my powers and he was there, I couldn't do anything. I didn't realize until later that it wasn't until I was away from him that I could finally do something. You said before that he has an affect on me which is why he brought me out of the trance with Erica but is there something more?"
"I actually have been thinking about this. I wasn't going to bring you in to tell you until I confirmed, but I am almost certain I am correct. You know how Scott has Allison to bring him back and make him human. She is his anchor. I think that Stiles is yours. Now the anchor helps Scott not to lose control, and your anchor does the same, but since you're still relying on intense emotions to work your powers when Stiles is around they almost completely stop. He calms you causing the powers to essentially shut off."
"Oh." was all Kinley said. "But my emotions were high. He was in danger and I couldn't do anything." Kinley replied.
"I know. That is why this is a theory. His affect is greater than that of Allison's on Scott. And I am not sure if that is because of what you are or because of who he is." Deaton answered.
Kinley contemplated that for a moment. The answer really didn't matter at the moment. Either way she couldn't use her powers around Stiles at all even if she wanted to.
"Once you have a better handle on your powers, we can reevaluate why they seem to stop working around Stiles. Hopefully it's something we can change." Deaton added.
"Let's hope so." Kinley said and just didn't know how to deal with this information. If she couldn't use her powers around Stiles that made him, the already only human, more vulnerable. She couldn't have that. He was in enough danger and he didn't need this added to it.
"Are you finally out of questions?" Deaton asked.
Kinley snapped back into the conversation. "Oh yeah. Go run your business." Kinley told him.
Deaton walked out of the office and Kinley shortly followed after him. She wanted to stop in the exam room to check on Scott who still seemed out of it from the other night. Apparently, his mom was not handling the knowledge that he was a werewolf very well. Kinley wanted to see if there was any progress on that front as of today.
She walked in and he was still talking to Isaac. Scott gave her a nod that said it was okay for her to stay for the conversation. She walked in and leaned on the exam room table. Scott and Isaac were speaking next to the door.
"Are you gonna go with them?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, I think I will." Isaac replied. "Good luck with the game." Isaac said and was about to walk out.
"Well, thanks but I'm not-I'm not going either. Can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now." Scott said to Isaac, and Isaac stopped moving and turned back to Scott.
"You weren't at practice last week were you?" Isaac asked.
No, I skipped it. Why?" Scott said and seemed concerned about the answer and so was Kinley.
"And you didn't hear?" Isaac asked.
"Hear what?" Scott replied with some urgency. Kinley began to lean forward in anticipation.
"Jackson was there." Isaac told them.
"What do you mean 'there'? Like, he was-" Scott said
"As if nothing had happened." Isaac finished Scott's thought.
"Really?" Scott questioned. "That means-the game tonight." Scott said and a look of terror crossed his face.
"Yeah." Isaac replied to stop Scott's stammering. "He's playing."
Scott looked over at Kinley, and they knew something bad was going to happen tonight. They just weren't sure what it was.
"Good luck, guys." Isaac said and then left.
"Where's he going?" Kinley asked Scott.
"To run with Erica and Boyd. This is all apparently too much for them. So they are finding a new pack, which means we are handling this one on our own." He answered.
Kinley took a deep breath and then called Stiles to tell him what was going on. They needed all the help they could get and a plan.
Kinley arrived at the game a few minutes before it started and grabbed a seat in the bleachers right behind where the team was sitting. She was planning on waiting there, but someone tapped on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Mrs. McCall.
"Kinley, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, how are you?" Kinley asked Scott's mom. She looked tired and stressed and Kinley understood why.
"I'm fine. Do you know where the boys would be right now?" She asked.
"Ah, yeah. They would be in the locker room for Coach's speech. Do you need Scott?" Kinley replied.
"Could you take me there? I just want him to know I'm here." Mrs. McCall replied.
"Oh yeah." Kinley agreed and got up from her seat.
She led them through the school and to the boys locker room. Kinley reached and opened the door. At this point, all the boys would be dressed, and they never really cared when girls were in here before the games anyway. Kinley walked in and waved Mrs. McCall who followed and looked like she felt very out of place.
"It's fine. No one really cares at this point before a game." Kinley told her. They didn't see Scott, but they found Stiles. Just when Kinley was about to ask Stiles where Scott was, the coach began talking.
"From here we'll be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind." Coach started.
"What?" Mrs. McCall said in response to the odd statement by Coach.
"Mankind-that word should have new meaning for all of us today." Coach continued.
Mrs. McCall tapped on Kinley's shoulder. "What the hell is he talking about?"
Kinley tapped Stiles shoulder and he jumped slightly. She waved hi and then pointed to Mrs. McCall who repeated her question to Stiles.
"He does this every year." He replied.
"Seriously?" Kinley asked
"Yeah," Stiles sighed.
"We are fighting for our right to live!" Coach shouted and people applauded.
"Wait, is this...?" Kinley started to ask Stiles.
"Yeah, it's the speech from Independence Day." Stiles answered before she even finished her question.
"But as the day the world declared in one voice, we will not go quietly into that night!" Coach yelled and the crowd roared in response.
"It's coach's favorite movie." Stiles informed Kinley and Mrs. McCall. They just nodded and ignored how weird this man truly was.
"He doesn't know any sport speeches?" Kinley asked.
"I don't think he cares." Stiles replied.
"Today we celebrate our Independence Day!" Coach shouted and the whole crowd erupted in the largest cheers yet. It looked like the crowd was about to disperse when Gerard walked in. Even Mrs. McCall tensed.
"Well spoken, Coach. I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school." Gerard spoke.
Mrs. McCall kept fidgeting and moved back a little behind her and Stiles. Kinley couldn't help but think she was scared of the man. Kinley didn't blame her but what did she know about Gerard?
"I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you." Gerard said and Kinley saw Scott in the crowd look up. Apparently, this was news to everyone including Scott. What was Gerard planning, Kinley wondered. "Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them." Gerard finished his speech.
Coach was smiling next to the old man, not knowing Gerard might be using the word "Murder," literally.
"You heard the man. Asses on the field!" Coach yelled at the team.
Everyone then pushed out of the locker room and took Kinley and Mrs. McCall with them.
"Did you want to talk to Scott?" Kinley asked as they were pushed into the hallway.
"He'll see me in the bleachers. It's fine." Mrs. McCall said and left for the field quickly. Gerard must have scared her. Kinley couldn't think of any other reason Mrs. McCall would leave so fast.
"I'll meet you out there." Kinley yelled after her and Mrs. McCall just waved goodbye over her shoulder.
Kinley waited for Stiles to walk out. The moment he did, she grabbed him and pulled him to the side. "What haven't you two told me?" She asked Stiles was she dragged him away from the team.
"Nothing." He said and Kinley could tell he was lying. So she just glared at him until he fessed up which took all of 30 seconds. "Fine, Gerard paid a visit to Scott's house last night. He used the kanima to threaten his mom."
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked angrily.
"Because, I know you. You would have raced over there to do something without a plan. Scott said he had it handled so I left you out of it." Stiles replied.
"What did he want Scott to do?" She asked.
Stiles looked away like this was the last thing he wanted her to ask.
"Stiles!" She yelled.
"Fine. He wanted Scott to give Derek up." Stiles replied.
"Give him up? Why?" She asked.
"He doesn't know where Derek is hiding. He came here to avenge Kate's death and to kill Derek." Stiles told her.
"You should have told me this. This was not just Scott's or your fight. This was about me too and I should've handle it with you." Kinley yelled at Stiles.
Stiles rolled his eyes and was beginning to get aggravated with her. "Don't you get it. We are here to help you. We didn't tell you to keep you safe like you would have done for us. So don't turn this around like you're the only one allowed to self-sacrifice." Stiles yelled.
"It's my job, Stiles. This is what I do. It's my responsibility. Not yours." She argued.
Stiles shook his head. "Huh, always the same explanations." He said and sounded more defeated than upset. "Look, I have a game to play and a teammate to watch for homicidal tendencies. I will see you after." He told her and walked away and out the doors to the field.
Kinley stood in the hallway alone. She kicked the wall out of frustration and actually knocked a piece of the wall out. She took a deep breath to clear her head. She needed to be focused to watch out for Jackson, which was top priority now. She walked out to the field and took a seat in the bleachers behind Stiles and Scott. Both of their parents were just to the left of her. She saw Jackson at the end of the bench that Stiles and Scott were on. Everyone was accounted for except Allison and Lydia. Kinley wasn't expecting Allison to be here, but it was odd for Lydia to miss a game. But maybe her break up with Jackson made her not want to come. Kinley settled in and watch the match start.
Kinley then saw Stiles run out onto the field. It took about 30 seconds for her to hear Stiles' dad yell, "My son is on the field!"
She looked at the sheriff who was standing with his fist in the air and he looked so proud of his son. Kinley couldn't help but smile. She was seriously angry at Stiles right now, but she knew Stiles was freaking out about starting. She had to be happy for him. He deserved this more than anyone else on that team.
The whistle blew and the game started. Kinley felt movement next to her and saw Lydia had arrived.
"Hey," Kinley said to her.
"Hey, I see your boyfriend is starting." She replied and pointed at Stiles.
"He is." Kinley said proudly, even though this was not something that she usually cared about, but Stiles did and that must have changed her mind.
The two girls watched the game and each held their breath as the ball got passed to Stiles. Then Stiles got smacked down the moment he caught it. Both girls cringed.
"He's probably just warming up." Lydia said.
"Yeah, that's it." Kinley replied and a sudden nervousness over took her. She felt like someone had dropped a weight in her stomach. She really hoped that first pass wasn't going to be the pattern of the game for Stiles. However for the first half, it seemed to be. He missed almost every pass, a few of them hit him in the head, and he was getting tackled left and right. Each time he hit the ground, Kinley cringed.
"He's just a little nervous." Kinley said to Lydia.
"Yeah, plenty of time to turn it around." Lydia replied but not very convincingly.
As the game wore on, it was getting harder and harder to watch. The crowd had even started booing at Stiles a few times. Kinley put her face in her hands.
The half time whistle finally blew and Lydia and Kinley sighed with relief. At least they got a break. Kinley looked over at Scott who looked worse than she felt. He was going crazy staying on the bench while Stiles took all the hits. Kinley then saw Isaac sit down next to him in full gear.
"Uh, give me a minute." Kinley told Lydia and went to see why Isaac was back.
She walked down the bleachers and reached Scott and Isaac. "Hey, what's going on?" She asked the two of them.
Scott looked at her and his face revealed almost everything.
"What is Gerard planning?" Kinley asked. "I already know he's after Derek." She said to Scott.
"Stiles!" He muttered. "Gerard said if I don't give him what he wants by the end of the game, someone is gonna die."
"Awesome." Kinley replied sarcastically. "Also, what are you doing back?" She asked Isaac.
Isaac looked at her with a smirk and said, "I came to win."
Kinley smiled at him. Maybe this whole thing was not as hopeless as they thought. "I'll stay up by Lydia and yours and Sitles' parents. If he tries to send Jackson that way, I'll be there. You protect Stiles." She told him and he knew to take that seriously. Stiles might be one of the biggest parts of his life but slowly he was becoming the biggest part of Kinley's. She wasn't gonna lose him.
Kinley headed back up to the bleachers and then the second half began. Her and Lydia moved next to Mrs. McCall and Mr. Stilinski. The game continued but in a weird way. Isaac was on the field and just knocking out every Beacon Hills player. Everyone was dropping like flies. It was then Kinley realized their plan. Isaac was knocking everyone out until coach had no choice but to play Scott. Then Scott could be on the field to prevent Jackson from hurting anyone. It was a good plan, Kinley had to admit.
Each hit Isaac made looked horrible. The guys went down hard and Kinley could almost feel them hit the ground.
The plan looked like it was working. Isaac took down the last guy necessary. However, the moment Isaac did it, Jackson came out of nowhere and took down Isaac. Isaac hit the ground and Kinley heard a snap. He broke something as he hit the ground. The game paused to get Isaac off the field. Mrs. McCall took that time to run out and talk to Scott. When she got back up to the bleachers she gave Kinley a knowing smile.
The game resumed and Stiles and Jackson were all on the field. But Scott was missing. Gerard must have said something, Kinley thought and he went to help Isaac. Either way, Kinley needed to be here. Someone needed to watch out for those still at the game.
This game was looking bad and Stiles was looking worse. Kinley was having a hard time watching as he got knocked down again and again. But then a turning point appeared and the entire game changed. The ball landed just in front of Stiles and he seemed lost for a moment and then realized it was there. He picked it up and starting running toward the opposing teams goal. He froze when he stood off against the goalie.
"Aw crap." Stiles' Dad said and put his hands to his face in case he didn't want to see what was about to happen.
"Shoot it!" Kinley screamed and Stiles looked back at her for a moment.
He then turned back to the goalie, brought the lacrosse stick back, and shot the ball toward the goal. The goalie missed it and Stiles scored. Kinley jumped to her feet and cheered. So did Mr. Stilinski, Mrs. McCall, and Lydia. Kinley couldn't see Stiles' face, but she knew he would be ecstatic at the moment. Stiles was throwing his arms into the air until ran back into the game. After that, he scored four more goals and brought the team back into the lead. All they had to do was wait until the clock ran out. The defense did an amazing job protecting the goal as the clock ticked away. There was five seconds left and the opposing team shot for the goal. The goalie blocked the shot and time ran out. Everyone went nuts. Beacon Hills had won the championship and it was all thanks to Stiles.
Lydia hugged Kinley and so did Mr. Stilinski. The crowd began to rush the field and then all of a sudden all the lights went out. Everyone screamed and scrambled. It was so dark Kinley could barely see two feet in front of her. She was being hit and bounced around the field as she tried to find Stiles. The lights came back on and she saw Mrs. McCall talking to Scott. She ran up to them.
"Someone is down on the field." She heard Scott's mom say.
Both Scott and Kinley ran with the same fear, but when they got there, they were just confused. It was Jackson lying on his back on the field. His eyes were closed and he looked like he wasn't breathing. Lydia then pushed passed them and knelt down.
"Jackson! Lydia screamed. "Jackson, what's happening." She said and began to cry.
"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!" Coach yelled.
Mrs. McCall pushed through the crowd and knelt next to Lydia. She listened to Jackson's heart. "He's not breathing." She told them. "No pulse. Nothing." She pulled away his jersey and it revealed blood.
"Oh my God." Lydia cried. "There's blood, there's blood." She repeated through sobs.
"We need to get him to a hospital so a doctor can call time of death." Mrs. McCall said quietly. The noise of the field dropped to just a murmur as everyone turned to discuss Jackson.
Kinley noticed Jackson's hand was also bloody. "Look," She told Scott and pointed to it. "He did it to himself." She said.
Isaac then appeared next to Scott, and Scott showed him the same thing. Whatever happened to Jackson it was not an outside force. He must have fought Gerard influence and took himself out before he hurt anyone. That was the only explanation that made sense to Kinley anyway.
Mr. Stilinski then pushed through the crowd. He looked rather upset considering what a great job Stiles had done. He was looking around frantically. "Stiles?" He yelled.
Kinley then realized, Stiles wasn't there. She began looking. He had to be somewhere. He was just there a minute ago. She swore he was.
"Where the hell is my son!?" The sheriff yelled. He ran up to Kinley and asked her.
"I-I don't know." She replied and her stomach twisted into knots.
First the Argents went after Scott. and they thought they were playing nice by not going after the one she cared for most. But now that even Scott wouldn't give Derek up, they took Stiles. The one person that would hurt all of them. They knew she and Scott would whatever it took to save him. And they were right. She would play right into their hands, and she didn't even care.