Chapter Twenty-Five:
Diana's POV
I sit next to Mr. Stilinski and Ms. McCall.
"Oh, God." Mr. Stilinski moans, "Why is my son on the field?"
"Because he's on the team?" Melissa tells him.
"My son's on the team," Sheriff repeats. Then he stands up and cheers, "My son is on the field!"
A few stare at him and I smile along with Melissa.
As soon as the sheriff's eyes are focused on his son, Melissa leans in closely and asks, "You're one of Scott's friends, right? The one from the hold-up?"
"Yeah," I nod.
"You doing okay?" She asks. "With the surgery?"
"How do you know about the surgery?" I ask.
"I'm a nurse," She answers. "When someone comes in, everyone knows about it."
I smile at her and look back to the field for a second, watching Stiles stand awkwardly and watch the other players.
"Do you…know about Scott?" She asks.
"Know what?" I ask, turning to her. She has a serious expression on her face. "Oh, about…what he is?"
"I take that as a yes," She mutters, leaning her elbows her thighs and resting her chin in her hands.
"He's still Scott," I tell her, "He's still your son."
She smiles at me and murmurs, "I know that now."
I smile and turn back to the game, where Scott's been benched.
"Do you know why he's not playing?" I ask her.
"He's failing three classes."
"Right," I mutter, just as Sami sits in front of me.
"Sorry I'm late," Sami says. "Traffic."
"There's hardly any traffic around, Sam," I say.
"Ooh, is Stiles playing?" She asks, changing the subject. I roll my eyes and smile, nodding.
"Yeah, he got in place for Greenburg." I tell her.
"Yeah, why does coach hate Greenburg again?" Melissa leans in to ask. The Sheriff looks at me expectantly, also.
"Everyone hates Greenburg," I answer.
"Yeah," Sami says.
The Sheriff and Melissa look at each other and shrug it off.
"How's Stiles doing?" Sami asks.
"Excuse me," the Sheriff asks Sami.
"Yeah?"
"Are you Sami Rayne?" He asks.
"Yeah," She answers, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you."
He smiles, "Yeah, uh, Stiles talked about you once or twice."
Her eyes light up and she smiles, "Really?"
"Well…Once or twice." Stilinski says.
Clearly, the answer doesn't affect her at all.
"Well, thanks." She says, turning around and smiling at the field. Stiles nods to her and then another ball passes by his feet. The crowd erupts in booing as he drops another three balls.
"Really, Sami?" I ask, "You're with Stiles?"
Sami shrugs, "Eh, what can I say? Awkward is sexy."
I snort and lean back as Melissa gives me a weird look.
As soon as I look back to check in on Scott, Isaac sits next to him. He flashes a smile my way and I smile back proudly.
He came back, my mind whispers.
"Be right back," I tell them, slinking my way down to the bench.
"You came back," I say. He smiles again.
"I came to win," He tells me. I hit his shoulder.
"That's the spirit!" I say, "Now go kill 'em!"
He smirks at me.
"Not literally." I turn to Scott, "Are you playing?"
"No," Scott answers, grimly. "He's got a whole bench of guys he could play before he includes me."
Scott's face lights up with enthusiasm. "Could you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?"
Isaac shrugs, "Maybe."
"Good luck!" I say as he walks off. I turn to Scott, "You better play soon."
"My leg!" Some guy yells as he crumbles to the ground. Stiles just stands by as yet another ball hits him in the helmet as he tries to catch it.
The paramedics lift him off. Another guy goes in.
"Impressive," I murmur as Isaac gets another one on the field and another one off.
I jump up onto the bleachers beside them again to see Lydia has taken my seat.
"Did I take your seat?" She asks me, starting to stand. Her voice seems much more gentle than before.
"No, don't worry about it," I tell her. She smiles at me and sits back down as I take a spot next to Sami.
"Seriously, Lahey!" Coach yells. "What the hell is your problem?"
Isaac gives him a cocky shrug before running off. I chuckle at him.
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Third Person POV
Boyd and Erica race through the trees, literally running for their lives.
We could die, we're gonna die, Boyd thinks as Erica urges him on, her boots making fast tracks on the ground.
The four-wheelers follow them, almost on their heels. Even with the heightened reflexes, they couldn't run faster than the four-wheelers flooring it. They catch up with them easily.
Finally, they race onto the rocks by the small lake deep in the woods.
The four-wheelers stop chasing, but an arrow flies towards them, injecting itself into Erica's leg.
No, no, no, Boyd thinks, running to scoop her up. She shouts at him.
"Go!" She yells.
Boyd looks back.
He could pick her up and save her.
"There's no time!" Erica shouts at him, as if reading his thoughts. "Go! Go!"
He grits his teeth and runs, knowing if she dies he'll regret it.
Boyd already does.
He gets further into the trees and hears nothing behind him.
No four-wheelers, no Argents, no yelling.
No Erica.
He stops and bites his lip. If he goes back, there's no chance he'd make it.
If he doesn't, there's no chance Erica will.
Protect the pack, his wolf whispers. His growing conscience.
He bolts back and stands next to Erica, stopping the next arrow from lodging itself into her head.
Boyd glares at Allison, his blood boiling.
She glares at him for making her lose her first kill and flies an arrow into his stomach.
He looks down at it and growls at her, stepping forward.
Allison tilts her head and launches arrow after arrow into his body.
One arrow for one step.
He tries to march on as she raises her bow, another soaring into his chest. So close to his heart.
"Allison, please stop!" He hears Erica plead, half of the arrow still edged into her thigh. "Please!"
Finally, a gun shoots at Allison, hitting her bow from her hands.
She glares up at her father, who's decided she's shot enough.
He thinks about howling for Derek's help.
Too many hunters, his wolf tells him, He'll get caught, too.
Boyd takes this as his chance, but stops when Chris points the gun at him and Allison takes out a knife, swinging it around professionally before holding it before her chest, aiming at him.
The pain is overwhelming, his skin trying to heal around the arrows.
He collapses beside Erica, who yells his name before his eyes close.
We've lost, Derek. It's over.
If only Derek knew.
Derek's POV
"See?" Peter asks, examining his hand and flexing it. "Fine example right here, I'm not healing as quickly."
I sigh, not really caring about what he's saying.
"I need a pack, an alpha," he says. "Like you."
I ignore him and check my phone.
Still no calls.
Damn the reception in this house.
"You know, Derek. There's still lot I could teach you."
"Why would I want help from a total psycho," I reply dryly.
"First of all, I'm not a total psycho," he responds. "And considering you're the one that slashed my throat wide open…But we're all works in progress."
"What do you want?" I ask, getting annoyed with him. It was taking all my willpower not to slice him open again.
"There's a myth," Peter says. "That if you call a wolf by its Christian name it'll be cured."
"That's just a myth," I tell him.
Scott would never let that one go if he heard about it.
"Yes, but legends and myths bear a hint of truth," Peter tells me. "That kanima has no identity, that's why he doesn't seek a pack."
"He seeks a master," my interest is suddenly peeked.
"And who else doesn't have an identity? Grows up alone?"
"An orphan," I say.
"Exactly. Just like Jackson," Peter says. "And you need to get him where it's most important. His heart."
I laugh humorlessly, "In case you haven't noticed, Jackson doesn't have much of a heart."
"Not true," Peter responds, "Jackson would never admit it but there is one girl who has bore a special place in his heart. One young lady who can get through to him."
If he says what I think he will say, he'll be dead in a minute.
Peter just rolls his eyes.
"Don't worry," He scoffs, "The girl is all yours."
"Lydia," I murmur, though it comes out a question. "It'll never work."
"See, Derek. That's your problem." Peter tells me. "Anger has always been your best ally but what you lack most is heart."
I stand and glare at him.
"Hopefully the blonde will get something out of you." Peter says.
I still glare at him, grinding my teeth.
Peter smirks, "We need her if we want to cure him."
"How?" I snap. "How are we even going to do that?"
"We'll find out," Peter says, standing up and adding, "Call your girl."
"What?"
He rolls his eyes in annoyance, "Call Diana."
I pull out my phone and scroll down.
1 new message
You better hurry up with the plan or Jackson could kill someone after the game- Diana
I dial her number and she answers right away.
"Derek, how's the plan working out?"
"I don't know yet," I respond. "What's going on?"
"Well," I can hear her sigh. "Isaac came back to help. But Jackson's going to go Jekyll and Hyde on the field if you don't hurry."
"We're trying," I snap. "Is Lydia there?"
"Yeah, why?"
"We need her," I tell her.
There's a small pause.
"Okay," She says. "I'll make sure she's safe."
"Make sure you are, too," I say. "Be careful."
"When am I never careful?" She replies. "I'll see you later."
"Okay," I answer, hanging up.
"We should get to that game, now." Peter smirks.
I glare at him, opening the door and stalking over to the Camaro.
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Diana's POV
I hang up on Derek and Sami looks at me.
"Who's Derek?" She asks.
"Just some guy." I answer.
"Special guy?" She whispers. I roll my eyes and nod anyways. Sami claps and smiles, "Finally you got yourself one."
I roll my eyes with a nervous smile and look at Lydia, who's smiling at the field until someone goes down.
Isaac.
He collapses and groans as Scott races over to him. The paramedics lift him onto the stretcher and carry him off.
Why the hell isn't he getting up?
Melissa jumps over us and runs onto the field. She talks to Scott for second before coming back and sitting down nervously, sending a glare at Gerard, who struts away.
"Supernatural?" I whisper to her. She gives a nervous look with her brown eyes that look so much like Scott's and nods.
I sigh and turn away, watching Stiles on the field.
"Where's the ball?" One guy shouts. I begin to look around with everyone else and see the ball by Stiles feet. He stares down at it and stands there like an idiot until he picks it up.
Another one shouts, "He's got it!"
Stiles backs up quickly and starts running towards the goal.
Sami drops her head in her hands as he starts screaming loudly in terror. I look back to see Mr. Stilinski's face covered by his hands, peeking out from between his fingers.
"Shoot it!" Coach yells. "Stilinski! Shoot the damn ball!"
"SHOOT IT!" Sami erupts beside me.
The suspense is killing me, too.
Stiles takes a lucky shot and the crowd goes silent.
And the ball hits the net.
Sami starts cheering and everyone stands as we inch our way up the scoreboard with a point.
"Oh, thank God!" Sami says, hugging me with enthusiasm. "Go Stiles!"
He looks our way and then waves quickly before running off again.
I look down at my phone and text Isaac.
I pray to God that he's okay.
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Third Person POV
Isaac drags himself across the locker room floor as the venom spreads to his legs.
"It was a good effort," Gerard mocks from behind him. "It really was."
Isaac sighs and closes his eyes as the old man raises his sword and studies his expression in the blade smugly.
It's over.
"This would be so much more poetic if it were half-time."
Isaac hears the vibrations from his locker.
His phone.
It's too late now, he tells himself. Gerard will kill you before you get anywhere near it.
He gets to the door that leads to the coach's office and hoists himself up on it.
What Isaac sees next makes him smile in pride.
Gerard sees it, too. He glares at the reflection in the glass behind Isaac.
Scott's eyes light up gold and he bares his sharp teeth, making sure that he seems intimidating.
The bodyguards behind Gerard go down one by one as Scott slices his fingernails across them, knocking them to the floor. Gerard slinks away as this happens and Scott looks to Isaac when they're all down.
"Where'd he go?" Scott asks him.
Isaac stands up a little straighter. Shrugging, "Thanks."
Scott nods and then slices Isaac's leg deeply, triggering the healing process. It heals and the venom starts to fade away.
Isaac stands up on his own and looks to him in worry.
"Come on," Scott says, rushing out to the field with Isaac on his heels.
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Diana's POV
Stiles pumps his fist in the air, rejoicing as the team lifts him and shouts his name in respect.
The timer runs out and loud buzzer sounds, making my ears vibrate.
"We won!" The coach yells, "We won!"
Sami hugs me and then runs onto the field, pushing past the crowd to congratulate Stiles.
I look over to Scott, who's staring up at me with confused brown eyes.
Nothing happens.
Then my eyes linger over to Jackson, who takes off his helmet and looks at me pleadingly. He throws it down and undresses the gloves from his hands.
The lights fade and everything is black.
Pitch black and I can hardly see my hand in front of my face.
No light comes from anywhere except peoples phones and wide, terrified eyes.
Someone screams.
It's an earth-shattering sound of sheer horror.
"Scott! Isaac!" I begin shouting out names. "Stiles! Sami!"
Rough hands wrap around me and clog my mouth from making any sound. I strain and scream against them.
My screams only come out a muffled cries of shock.
"Shut up!" A scratchy voice echoes in my ears. I sob mutely and claw at the hands.
They slam me down onto a cold, metal bar and my head cracks.
My vision begins to leave and I can hear someone screaming again.
This is it, I think, I'm so dead.
Ooh, those nasty kidnappers. D:
Closer to the end! It's so sad for me. I love writing this story! ):
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