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ADELINE LAHEY

"Scott! Wait for me!" I shouted as I tried to follow Scott and Stiles into the locker room.

"What? Addie, what are you doing here? You can't be here!" Stiles exclaimed.

I stopped where I was and stared at him, feeling hurt. "Why not?"

"What Stiles is trying to say is, 'Shouldn't you be at home?'" Scott questioned. I had managed to convince Ms. McCall to let me stay at home-Hospitals make me feel a little uncomfortable-and I had tried to get her to let me go to Scott's game, but she refused, saying that I needed to rest. But how could I rest? It was Scott and Stiles's last lacrosse game of the season. I couldn't miss it, and besides, I have a feeling something's going to go wrong after what Isaac had said yesterday, and there's no way I could just stay home and rest.

I gave them a sheepish smile, "I took Scott's bike." I know, I know. Addie, that's dangerous! You could've hurt yourself even more, yada, yada. But I did my best not to push myself, and stopped every time I felt even the slightest bit of pain from my stomach-and I stopped 14 times! I counted myself. Besides Teddy already scolded me and I'm pretty sure Scott and Stiles were about to as well.

"Addie, you're injured!" Scott chided, "You could've re-opened your wound."

I whimpered and looked down at the ground, sadly. "I didn't want to miss your game."

Stiles groaned, "Oh, god, she's whimpering. Scott, she's whimpering."

I looked back up at them, sadly.

"And the puppy-dog eyes?! Scott get rid of her before she tricks us into doing something!"

I made eye contact with Scott and he hesitated. "Maybe she could come with us," he said slowly.

"Scott, this is the boy's locker room," Stiles reminded him.

"But what if she can't find Rae, Sammy, or my mom?" Scott insisted. "Who knows what could happen to her."

Stiles stared at him in disbelief, but after a few seconds of what I think was a staring contest, Stiles let out a sigh, "Fine! But remember, if anything goes wrong…"

"Greenberg did it," I repeated, remembering what Stiles had told me back when I first started going to this school.

Stiles grinned and ruffled my hair. "Good."

Scott and Stiles entered the locker room, and I happily began to follow them. However, just as I entered the door, other boys started moving around me, blocking my vision of Scott and Stiles. When my sight was finally clear of guys, Stiles and Scott were nowhere to be found.

I looked around frantically, wandering around the locker room. "Scott?! Stiles?!"

I noticed that a lot of the guys were looking at me, and I hugged Teddy tightly against my chest. I couldn't help but feel scared.

"Sc-Scott? Stiles…?"

"Addie?"

Surprised, I let out a yelp and quickly turned around to see who had just said my name. When I saw who it was, I let out a relieved sigh. "Danny!"

He gave me a smile, but I could tell he was confused. "What are you doing in here? Scott said you'd be at home."

"I wanted to be here to cheer for you guys," I admitted.

"So you snuck out of your house and walked all the way over here?" Danny asked, raising his eyebrows

"I took Scott's bike."

"At night?"

"He has a headlight in front for when it's nighttime."

"Does Scott know you're here?"

"Well, now he does. Stiles, too."

"And they thought it was a good idea to leave you in a room full of half-naked guys?" My eyes widened, and I quickly looked down at ground when I realized what Danny had said was true.

"They didn't want to leave me alone outside," I mumbled.

"I guess that wouldn't be a good idea, either," Danny agreed.

"Danny!" Both Danny and I jumped when we heard the sudden shout. I moved closer to Danny and clung onto his jersey as his coach marched over to us.

"Yes, Coach?" Danny said in a casual manner.

The coach stared at me and then back at Danny. "Who is this?" he demanded. The coach raised a hand to gesture towards me, and I instinctively flinched. I'm starting to learn that not everyone who raises their hand at me wants to hit me, but after seven years of my daddy-Sammy says I should call him my 'father'-hitting me, it's hard to get rid of that instinct.

I noticed that all of the guys around us were now staring at me. I felt an anxiety attack coming on and as an attempt to prevent it, I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Greenberg did it!"

I heard a squawk of protest. "I have no idea what it's talking about. I have never met this small child before in my life."

I let out an irritated huff and completely forgot that I had an audience. "Excuse you! I am not an 'it', but a 'she'. And 'she' is fourteen years old, therefore, 'she' is not a 'child'! With manners like that, no wonder Coach isn't a big fan of you." I heard laughter from the guys surrounding me, reminding me that I did in fact have an audience. I could feel my face burn from embarrassment and I stared at the ground, clutching Teddy tightly.

"Haha! Oh, man, that was great!" I heard the coach laugh. "I like you! You're small, sassy, and you're not one of these dumb jocks. What's your name?"

"Adeline Lahey," I mumbled.

"Lahey? As in Isaac Lahey?" I nodded silently. "You wouldn't happen to know where your brother is, do you?" I shook my head. I mean, it wasn't a lie. Yes, I saw him at the hospital, but I don't know where he is right at this moment.

"Addie?! There you are!" Looking up, I saw Scott and Stiles push their way through the crowd of guys surrounding me. "Oh, God, we thought we lost you!" They both froze when they realized that Coach was in front of me.

"Oh, hey, Coach…" Scott said, awkwardly, "Sorry 'bout this; my foster sister got lost. Stiles and I will just take her back, now…"

"Nah, it's fine," Coach said, waving him off, "Let her stay. I like this one." He turned to look at me. "Hey, you ever watched Independance Day?" I nodded. "You remember that big speech?" I gave him another nod. "You wanna help me give these losers the speech?" I nodded more excitedly, and Coach chuckled as he helped me get up onto one of the nearby benches.

"Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind," Coach shouted through his megaphone. "Mankind-that word should have new meaning for all of us today."

"We are fighting for our right to live," I said-as fiercely as I could-when Coach moved the megaphone in front of me.

"Yeah!" the players shouted.

"But as the day the world declared in one voice-" Coach started.

"-we will not go quietly into the night!" I continued.

"Today, we celebrate-" Coach began.

"-our Independence Day!" we finished together.

"Yeah!"

"Well spoken, Coach-and Miss Lahey," I let out a quiet squeak of surprise when I suddenly heard Allison's grandpa from behind me. "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.

"I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you. 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." My eyes widened at his choice of words for the last sentence.

"You heard the man. Asses-I mean, butts on the field!" Coach shouted, ruffling my hair. "You know, you should become my assistant coach next year, Little Lahey. What do all you losers think?"

"Yeah!" all of the guys agreed before running out of the locker room.

I beamed, jumped off the bench-ignoring the short but sharp pain in my stomach-and ran over to Ms. McCall-who I had noticed was also in the room a few minutes ago. "Did you see me? Did you see me?"

Ms. McCall gave me a smile and a pat on the head. "Yes, I did, and you did a wonderful job. Now, what do you think you're doing here, young lady?"

The smile slid off my face as I remembered that I was supposed to be at home. "I may or may not have snuck out and rode Scott's bike to school," I mumbled.

"Addie-"

"I made sure to stop whenever I felt even the slightest of pain!" I insisted, "But don't make me go home."

Ms. McCall sighed, "Fine. I'm letting you off this time, but only because you were careful-while ironically doing something very reckless."

I grinned, "Thank you! I promise it'll never happen again!"

"I'm holding you to that. Now, let's go find some seats on the bleachers."

"Okay!"

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I was going to take a seat next to Dad, Ms. McCall, and Addie when I saw Isaac standing outside the bathrooms.

"Hey," I said, walking over to him.

"Hey…" he said. "How are you?"

"I'm doing surprisingly well," I smiled.

"That's good," he smiled. "Listen, I know I already apologized, but you have no idea how bad I feel. I said all of those crappy things to you when I knew what you were going through-"

"Isaac," I cut him off. "It's fine."

"Do you forgive me?" he asked.

"Of course!" I said. "If anything, I should owe you an apology, too."

"Why?"

"I should've been honest with you. I also left you in your time of need!" I added. "I guess I wasn't in the right state of mind at the time. Even though it hasn't been that long, I feel like I was a completely different person then."

"I guess we both were different people back then," he said. "I was going through a lot of stuff and it felt nice talking to you."

After a pause, I asked, "Do you remember what I said to you at the dance?"

"Yeah," Isaac said. "You said that we were better off as friends."

"What if I was right?" I asked. "What if we are better off as friends?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We always talked like friends rather than a couple. Looking back on it, something was missing. I didn't realize it then, but now I do. Plus, we were always awkward as a couple."

He nodded. "Do you just want to stick to being friends?"

"Yeah," I said.

"I'd like that, Sammy," he smiled.

He pulled me in for a hug.

"Go break a leg," I said once I pulled away. "Not literally, but that shouldn't matter anyways. You'd just heal because of your stupid little wolf powers."

"Thanks, Sammy," he laughed. "See you later."

After he walked away, I spotted Stiles, Scott, and Rae sitting on the bench and made my way over.

"Your dad coming?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, he's already here," I answered. "Have you guys seen Allie?"

"No, have you seen Lydia?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet," I answered.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Rae asked.

"Looks like it," Scott answered.

"The other night was terrible for me. Dad got hit over the head by Matt, Addie got shot, you got shot," I told Scott, and turned to everyone else. "I just want to help but I can't do things like you, Scott. Even Rae. You guys are just so courageous and brave and I'm not. I just want to help my friends. I can't even do that-"

Stiles agreed, he was just as helpless as me.

"Sammy," Scott touched my arm, calming me down. "It's okay. I'm fine."

"No, you're not and I can't let you handle this all by yourself. I need to help you through it!"

He gave me a small, comforting smile, "You are helping me through it."

"And Sammy," Rae started. "I may seem brave on the outside, but, trust me, on the inside I'm just as scared as you. You just need to have hope that everything will turn out right in the end; it's the only way to get through life."

"Whoa," Stiles was shocked, as was I. "Did Rae just go deep on me?"

"Nope," Rae shook her head quickly. "That never happened. There's no proof."

Stiles shook his head, laughing, and turned back to the game, "We're losing, dude."

I held his hand for comfort.

"The hell are you talking about?" Coach said, popping up from behind us. "Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."

My jaw dropped. My twin brother was actually playing in a game. I silently cursed myself, I probably jinxed it when I was making fun of him for it. Although, part of me was happy for him. Only a part.

"What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles doubletaked.

"He sucks. You suck… slightly less," Coach admitted.

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?" Stiles asked, clearly still trying to process the information.

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today, twice."

I removed my hand from his, knowing where it has been earlier and made a face.

"TMI, Stiles, my dear. TMI," Rae patted him on the back, wincing.

"I need five thousand tons of hand sanitizer and a new hand!" I whispered to myself. "So much for being supportive."

Scott heard with his wolf powers and let out a small laugh and smiled at me.

I gave him a look and whispered, "Not funny!"

He smiled even more and I rolled my eyes.

"Get the hell out there!" Coach said, pushing Stiles.

RAEGAN MCCALL

After Stiles ran out to the field, Sammy and I made our way over to our parents, Addie, and Lydia (who had now joined them).

"How much hand sanitizer are you going to use?" I laughed at Sammy.

She's been pouring hand sanitizer on her hands for like five minutes.

"I'm going to use it until every bacteria from Stiles is removed from my hand!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, no," the Sheriff said. "Why is my son running out to the field?"

"Because he's on the team?" Mom offered.

"He is."

"Mm-hmm," Mom replied, frowning.

"He's on the team. He's-he's on the field. My son is on the field!" Sheriff stood up, shouting.

Stiles glanced over at us and I couldn't contain my laughter at how embarrassed he probably was.

"I'm still trying to process the fact that Stiles is actually playing in a game," Lydia laughed.

"I know, right? Like he's actually doing something rather than sitting on a bench. I'm really proud of him," Sammy smiled.

"Yeah, just don't tell him that," I laughed. "He'll probably give you that evil smile of his and somehow end up using it against you in the future."

"Yep," she said. "I'm never telling him that. Especially after what happened earlier."

She squirted more hand sanitizer on her hands.

The whistle blew and we all turned out attention towards the field.

The players passed the ball around and when Stiles caught it, he was so excited about actually catching the ball, that he wasn't paying attention when the monster of a human tackled him to the ground.

"Ouch," Addie winced.

"He's probably just warming up," Mom said, hopefully.

Yeah, I love my little buzz-cutted buddy and all, but I sincerely doubt it.

When the ball came to Stiles again, he had difficulty picking it up with his stick and another guy barged into him.

"Oh, he's just a little nervous. Plenty of time to turn it around," Lydia offered, unconvincingly.

We watched as the ball hit Stiles square in the face and the crowd began booing.

Mom, Lydia and Addie looked down and Sammy and her dad had their faces in their hands. Even I began to feel bad for the poor guy. Coach called for a timeout after and I watched the benches as Scott tried getting up, but Coach pushed him back down and he stayed.

"So why is Scott benched?" I asked. "He's one of the best players."

"I don't know," Addie answered. "But in the locker room Gerard said he wasn't playing."

"Weird," I frowned. "Wait-"

Before I could ask what the hell she was doing in the boy's locker room, she suddenly stood up and shouted, "Isaac!"

I turned to where she was looking and saw Isaac, clad in his jersey and gear, wave at her and sit down next to Scott on the bench.

"I thought Isaac wasn't playing," I said.

"Guess he changed his mind," Addie shrugged.

I watched as Scott and Isaac intently conversed. Then Isaac went onto the field and the whistle blew. I watched as Isaac knocked the player with the ball to the ground.

Except… he was on our team. Why would Isaac knock down his own teammate?

"Lahey!" Coach scolded.

The player Isaac had knocked down limped his way to the bench and Coach called up the next player, "Ramirez! You're in."

The whistle blew and then Isaac knocked this guy to the ground, also. Okay, something was going on here. I gave Sammy a questioning look but she just shrugged, clueless.

"Murphy, you're in," Coach sighed.

Next was… Scott. What the hell was going on? Why does Scott want to play so bad that he's getting Isaac to hurt other players?

The whistle blew and, you guessed it, Isaac knocked the guy to the ground.

"Lahey!" Coach shouted, standing up. "Seriously, what the hell is your problem?"

Isaac merely shrugged him. And even from up here, I could see the mischievous smile playing on his lips.

The next game started, and Coach still refused to have Scott on the field, so they were one player short. The whistle blew, and this time it was Jackson charging into Isaac. Isaac fell to the ground hard.

"Isaac!" Addie gasped, standing up.

Scott rushed from the bench to Isaac's side. The talked for a few seconds until the EMPs picked Isaac up on a stretcher and took him away.

Addie went after Isaac and Mom and I made our way to Scott.

"McCall. Either you're in or we forfeit," I heard Coach saying before we got there, giving Scott Isaac's helmet.

"What the hell is going on Scott?" I demanded.

"Hey, something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game?" Mom asked.

"You should go. All of you," he said, looking between Mom and me, then back at the bleachers at Sammy, Sheriff, and Lydia.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," Mom shook her head. "And everything that I said before, forget it. All of it. Okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to."

"I will," Scott nodded and my mom and I ran back to the bleachers.

The game started and it was going great, until, out of nowhere, Scott threw his gear off and ran into the school.

Great. What now?

"What happened?" Sammy asked. "Is he okay?"

"I'm gonna go check on him," I told her. "I'll be right back."

She nodded and I ran after Scott.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I was still worried about Scott. Usually, lacrosse games are supposed to be fun. Like always, Beacon Hills was always an exception. I sighed and put my focus on the game. I at least had to support Stiles.

I looked back to the field to see Stiles running across the field with a ball in his net. Stiles was screaming the entire time.

My eyes lit up. We could actually win this game! My annoying brother could make us win by shooting the ball!

He go to the net and just stood there.

"SHOOT THE BALL, STILES!" I yelled.

I grabbed onto Dad's hand in anticipation.

"Shoot it!" Lydia yelled.

He made the shot.

After that, the crowd went ballistic. And he just kept on scoring more goals. I couldn't help but smile. I was so proud of him.

"Oh my god, Sams!" Lydia squealed. "We actually might win!"

"I know!" I beamed at her. "That's my brother out there! Go Stiles!" I cheered.

ADELINE LAHEY

"It was a good effort, Isaac. It was," Gerard said, standing over us.

After I had ran after Isaac, the paramedics checked him out, and let him go. Isaac then rushed me to the locker room. I asked why we were in such a hurry but he wouldn't answer me; he kept saying that we needed to stay away from the lacrosse field. But then, Gerard and his men were there, waiting for us.

"This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime," Gerard continued.

I couldn't see him, because Isaac was crouched in front of me in a protective manner, but I could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.

He smacked Isaac across the face and Isaac landed a few feet away, spitting up blood.

Gerard was now revealed to me and I saw that he was holding a long, silver sword.

"Why, look what we have here," he grumbled in his raspy voice, grinning at me.

"You can't touch her," Isaac shook his head. "She's human. Innocent."

"I don't think you're in the position to tell me what I can or can't do, Isaac," Gerard said, bringing his sword up to kill Isaac.

I was about to scream for him to stop when I saw Scott and Rae sneak up behind him.

I watched with wide eyes as Scott took out two of the guys easily while Rae slowly, but surely knocked out her guy.

Isaac and I were too busy watching them that we didn't notice Gerard disappear.

"Where'd he go?" Scott asked, looking around with a panicked look in his yellow eyes.

When he was met by blank stares, he ran out of the locker room with Rae behind him.

RAEGAN MCCALL

Leaving Addie and Isaac in the locker room, Scott and I ran back to the field.

We came just in time to see Stiles score the winning goal - wait what? - and the time run out.

"Nothing happened," Scott frowned. "Nothing."

"What the hell is going on, Scott?" I huffed, still breathless from all the running.

"Gerard said that if I didn't tell him where Derek is, he'd get Jackson to kill someone tonight," he replied, looking around the field.

Suddenly the big field lights switched off and I grabbed onto Scott's arm as screaming erupted.

We moved through the throngs of people, until we heard Mom shout, "Scott, Raegan! Scott, where are you? Raegan!"

When we spotted her, I ran to her and inspected her to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Mom. Are you okay?" Scott asked, holding onto her arm.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," she replied. "But somebody is hurt. Somebody is down on the field."

The lights came back on and we saw people crowding around something in the middle of the field.

Oh, no.

Scott, Mom, and I ran there to find Jackson laying in the center of the circle of people with his eyes closed.

Is he…? Oh, God.

"Get out of the way. Move. Back off!" we heard Coach shout at the people surrounding Jackson.

"Jackson?" we heard Lydia cry. "What's happened to Jackson?" She ran into the center of the circle, next to Jackson, and shout, "Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, what's happening?"

"Can we get a medic over here?" Couch shouted. "We're gonna need a medic!"

Mom ran to Jackson and put her ear to his heart. "He's not breathing. No pulse," she said, solemnly.

"Nothing?" Coach asked.

"Nothing." She lifted his shirt to reveal wounds on his abdomen.

"Oh, my God. There's blood," Lydia cried. "There's blood."

"He did it to himself," Isaac, who had now joined us, frowned from next to me.

"Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up," Mom instructed to Lydia, who obliged.

Sammy and the Sheriff ran into the circle, looking around.

"Where's Stiles?" Sammy panicked, her eyes wide.

"Where-where's my son?" Sheriff stuttered, looking around the field. "Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?!"