Hey guys, I'm not as late as before, thank God but I am late, I feel like I am, so sorry! BUT HERE I AM WITH A NEW CHAPTER!

I hope I don't give you anxiety after this. I apologize beforehand. Oh, and there's a little something in the bottom I want you guys to read, it's important!

Disclaimer: We are past this, ok.

"I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

When the day has come
That I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns gray
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating

You tell me to hold on
Oh you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong..." Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons

"MY SON IS ON THE FIELD!" I hear the second I walk to the field. Ah, Papa Stilinski - never gonna' get tired of his shenanigans.

Wait, son on the field – STILES?! My head almost snapped off my body because I turned so quickly to see my booboo BFFL Stiles on the field, all jumpy and stuff, but still on the field!

"BEAT THOSE BASIC BITCHES, STILES!" I yelled and got a disapproving look from mom, a thumbs up from Papa Stilinski, a laugh from Scott (whom I was walking toward),…and Stiles got murderous looks from the opposing team.

Well. I tried.

I sat next to Scott on the bench and he laughed at me. "If that doesn't boost his confidence, I don't know what will."

"You just signed him off to a death contract." Scott chuckled, again. I rolled my eyes, he'll be fine and dandy…maybe. "Hey, Abs," I looked over at him and he held out his palm, I tilted my head but put my palm on top of his. "We're gonna' get through this, you know that, right?"

I gave him a soft smile and interlocked our fingers together. "I know, Scotty, we're gonna' be fine. We're all gonna' be fine. We have to be." I sighed, but still had that smile on my face. Abruptly, Scott's grip tightened, not by much but still, I caught the difference.

"Scotty, Scott, what's wrong?" He started looking around, frantically but stopped when he caught the eyes of Gerard Argent.

Scott didn't answer me, he was just listening intently to whatever Gerard was saying. Man, the times I wish I was a werewolf, uGH! Rude.

Suddenly, Scott's grip tightened immensely and I let out a little squeak, "Scott, what did he say?" I demanded.

"He threatened you, and mom, and Stiles, and everyone else. If I don't help him find Derek, he's going to kill everyone."

"That doesn't sound very nice," I muttered, turning to glare at Old Dude. He just smirked at me and I raised a fist at him and gave him a mean face, yeah dude, I WENT THERE.

"Abby, Abby, stop, don't provoke him even more."

I groaned, "He started it, with the killing and stuff, it was all his fault. Maybe we should've gotten him a pony or a job that paid 10,000 dollars in an hour." Scott laughed.

"It's a legit statement, yo!"

Stiles, Stiles, Stiles, oh Stiles, what're you doing man? He's probably warming up or ya know, waiting for that ball of firing passion to float through his system. Even if the first quarter is kinda' over.

Ugh. This couldn't get any worse.

When the referee blew his whistle to signal that the first quarter was over, Scott got up – only to be pushed down by Finstock.

"Sit down, McCall!" He yelled.

"I am," I sassed and he glared. Ooooooo.

"Coach, we're dying out there!" Scott tried to pacify him into letting him play.

"Oh, I'm aware of that. Now sit – no, Abby, you may not stand." I smirked at him, he knew me, he actually knew me. So sweet.

"Isaac?!" I exclaimed, when he came out of nowhere and sat down next to me. Okay, so I'm very confused right now. But I can figure this out. Oh look, I figured it out. "You – you came to help." I grinned, as he quickly put on his lacrosse gear.

He smirked, leaning in just a bit and stated, "I came to win." I literally felt admiration burst through my entire body, holy crap, this guy was amazing.

Let's take a peak at Old Dude, shall we? OoooOoo, he looks threatened. GOOD. Old people are supposed to give out hard candy and we eat it, even if it tastes like doodoo, but no, times have changed.

Now, old people have giant lizards in their back pocket.

"You have a plan yet?" Isaac asked Scott.

"No, right now it's just: keep Jackson away from killing anyone." Scott answered, dreadfully.

"Well, that might be easier if you were actually in the game. We have to make it so that Coach has no choice but to play you."

"And how do you plan on doing that? He's got a bench full of guys waiting before he ever thinks about putting Scott on the field." I groaned, and then apparently Scott had an idea and so did Isaac and wait, what?

"Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?" Scott asked Isaac, okay, now I get it.

"I can try," he said, putting on his helmet and smirked at me, before getting up and annihilating his own teammates.

Well, there goes the entire bench of people Finstock had in stock, because now? JACKIE WENT BATSHIT ON ISAAC. Scott quickly ran across the field to Isaac and I was up and pacing in worry. It was probably just Jackson being the bum he was and injected venom in Isaac, because he wasn't moving.

"Something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game?" Mom said, coming out of nowhere and grabbing my arm.

"Mom, you need to go." I said, sternly.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere." She stood her ground, oh God, mom, why are you so righteous? "But everything I've said before – forget it. All of it. If you and Scott can do something to help, then you do it." She looked over at Scott, who was looking over at us. I looked back at mom, who hasn't spoken to me in over a week. "You have to."

"We well, mom, we will," I assured her and she nodded, before going back to the stands. I looked over at Scott and nodded at him, and he did the same to me. Are we having a mental conversation in our head or…? Oh no? He wants me to talk. Ok.

"Do you go to Isaac or should I?" I asked. He shook his head and pointed at himself. "So, I stay here and look over Jackie?" He nodded. "You know he's got fangs and claws, right?" Scott nodded and then motioned a gun. "But they're in my locker – should I get them?" He nodded once more and I immediately went to go get my essentials.

I quickly ran across the field and into the school, I heard numerous amounts of cheers and people calling out Stiles' name. I wish I was there. I wanted to be there, I wanted to cheer my best friend on, keep screaming his name until my voice box decided to dry out – but I wasn't. I needed to do something.

I ran to my locker as fast as I possibly could, trying to undo the lock with shaky hands and with no breath. I managed to unlock it and quickly grabbed the duffel bag out, taking out two of my Glock 18 pistols and tucked one inside my boot and the other inside my pants. I also had my pocket knife in my pocket so it's all gooooood.

I got what I had to get and stuffed the bag back in my locker, quickly locking it in. I saw the little numbers from what light the stadium was giving off. I wanted to get it over with because I didn't feel safe out here alone and I was only praying that Scott and Isaac were okay.

However, when I heard someone clear their throat behind me, I knew I wasn't okay.

Okay, so maybe it was all gooooood.

"Your best allies always been anger, Derek, but what you lack most is heart. That's why you've always known that you need Abby -"

I ran, I ran as fast as I could to the door to the field. I had to get to Scott, I had to. I couldn't use my guns, I'd be wasting valuable bullets. I would need them and I wouldn't use them for useless reasons, like the people chasing after me. Gerard and his men couldn't reach me, no they weren't fast enough.

" - more than you need anyone."

I ran through the doors, but I heard them. They were getting closer and closer and closer. WHY WAS THE STADIUM PITCH BLACK?! They were right there, why did I stop!? I could hear them, oh my God, I could hear them. Their breaths, their grunts, their monstrous footsteps. A little further, please God, help me, a little further. Only a little, I need to move a little further.

"Even as somebody as burned and dead on the inside as me knows better than to underestimate the simple -"

No, no, no, no, no, no, they were grabbing my hoody. Their hands were so close to me and I couldn't run anymore. My legs were hurting, my lungs were about to fall off, people kept shoving me. Oh my God, all the screams, the loud screams, how was he going to hear me?!

" - yet undeniable power -"

They caught me. Their hands were wrapped around my waist and around my chest. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. If they were coming after me, they'd be after Stiles, and Scott, and mom, and Isaac, and Lydia, and oh my God, no, Derek, NO! I kicked and thrashed as much as I could but they just held on tighter.

" - of human love."

"SCOTTTT!" I yelled as loud as my voice could go. I yelled again as loud as I could but I didn't get any answer back. Tell me he was okay, please tell me he was okay.

One more time, "SCOTTFSHTTTHJE!"They muffled my mouth with their hands and then I saw nothing.

Pitch blackness.

"Scott! Scott!" Melissa McCall called for her youngest child during the frenzy on the field. She was hoping Abby was with him too because she couldn't find her daughter anywhere.

"Mom?! Mom!" Scott grabbed her from the crowd and looked at her frantically, to see if she was okay.

"I'm fine, Scott." She clearly wasn't, she had tears brimming in her eyes. "There's someone down on the field. I can't find Abby." Scott's eyes widened, what if it was Abby on the field? He knew he shouldn't have let her go there alone. He ran to the center of the field as quick as possible and what?!

Jackson.

He – with everyone else – saw Jackson on the floor and his mother shoved through the crowd, kneeling down to look at Jackson, stating he had no pulse. She pulled up his shirt and everyone gasp to see the gauges made in his stomach.

Lydia burst through the crowd in hysterics, screaming out his name, repeatedly, and Scott felt a nudge beside him. It was Isaac, "He did it to himself."

Scott looked down for a second to see Jackson's bloody claws. None of this added up, none of it, why would Gerard want Jackson to kill himself? What would Gerard benefit from -

"SCOTTT!" A shrill, terrified voice interrupted his train of thoughts. Scott immediately looked around, he'd recognize that voice anywhere and Isaac was able to hear it too.

Abby.

"SCOTTT!" Isaac and Scott looked at each other in desperation and worry. They heard her, but they couldn't smell her, they couldn't sense her, and there were too many hysterical people to actually find where she was.

"SCO-"

Silence.

"ABBY!" Scott screamed, looking around frantically. Melissa looked up at her son, suddenly worried about her daughter. She could hear the desperation in his voice, she could hear the terror, and she got up, not looking over Jackson but caring about her baby girl.

"ABBY!?" Isaac and Scott yelled out at once, shoving everyone around. Her yells ceased, her voice was gone, they didn't hear it anymore and it scared them to no level. They started searching around the field, both of the betas calling the teenagers name but it served useless as everyone kept running around and roughly shoving into them.

Scott stopped, placed his hands on top of his head, and scanned the entire field.

Melissa looked over at his son, seeing so many emotions cross his face, desperation, crushed, distraught, trapped, fuming, overwhelmed, and many more, more than she could guess. His eyes were watery, as if he didn't know what to do.

He was looking at every face to see if one of theirs was Abby. None of them.

She was gone.

Suddenly, Sheriff Stilinski scream, "WHERE THE HELL IS MY SON?!"

And now, Stiles too.

Scott needed to give Gerard what he wanted. Now.

You're welcome. Made your lives fifty times better and did everyone see the teaser for season 3?! BECAUSE I DID AND MY LIFE HAD NO MEANING UNTIL I SAW THAT TEASER AND I WAS IN HYSTERICS AND TATTOO AND SCOTT AND TWINS AND CREYS.

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