SHOULD NOT BE TOLD: A TEEN WOLF'S FORBIDDEN STORY

by theblacksheepwriter

Everything has changed since Stiles and Allison left, now that they are back they will have to fight to stay alive in their place they used to call home, while they try to figure out how their feelings for the misterious Scott and Derek and how they are related with the strange things that have been happening in the town

5. FRIGHT NIGHT

V

FRIGHT NIGHT

Allison rises her bow, squint a little, breaths and the arrow is already flying in the nothingness, is dead she can feel it, it is miles away from her jet she hops in few steps and find the burning red eyes, her shot straight up in the brow, blood dripping in thin crimson lines that shine like liquid rubies, a twig creaks behind, and her arrow is already in its scalp, a moan as brisk and short as the late autumn air, she breaths out, the whiff is the only thing she can see yet every target rests at her feet in tiny pools of blood, one hundred pairs blood-like shining eyes, she rejoices.

Allison gasps, she´s in her bed, her head throbs, her arms ache, probably because of the afternoon´s archery session, it have been crazy, she has been thinking about her fine shot, the stark rock pierced by a simple arrow five hundred feet away, in her first tries she hasn´t even able to shot her arrow strong enough to get to three hundred feet and yet she did it, after that she staid, she tried back to achieve her amazing score but it was impossible for her to reach the four hundreds, they say her dad was able to hit a penny at five hundred, but is he able to cut a bold and hard rock the way she did? He´s probably able of that and even more, she knows there is something odd about her, something is not right, no human being should be able to do such a thing, and she as frightened as amazed by her skills, so she has a new goal, she wants to reach that instant inside her mind, when it gets cloudy yet thoughtless when that part of her that is wild and rouge, strong a wise takes her up, a be able to control it, to be one with it.

That dream, even though she was there, hunting and killing those creatures almost enjoining her butchery was too disturbing, it left a bad taste in her mouth, she was scared of the things in the wood, but even more or herself, the blood was thick and vivid that she almost could smell it and now she knows the reason, her jaw is clenched, and her tongue aches, the coppery taste remains in her, she bit her tongue in her dream, Allison sits in her bed, wedges her slippers and walks for the kitchen, she needs water, it is cold and itches a little in her tongue but it will help wash the blood, when she climbs back the stairs her dad´s snoring startles her, he´s sleeping quietly, loudly as if nothing bothers him, Allison stands outside his door, asking herself three unsettling questions, what is he hiding? Who is her dad? And an even more disturbing question….who is she?

….

At the first, it´s just his head swaying, then he flutters his eyes open and finds himself caught into the darkness, but his blurry vision gets a glimpse of pair of snowy silhouettes staring at him, then everything comes to his mind, Stiles blinks and opens his mouth but one hand is already covering it, he blinks again and Isaac is there leaning over him his pale blue eyes shining with loath.

"Don´t scream" He mutters in threatening voice, Stiles chest throbs and then he notices that it is his heart beating hard against his ribs.

Stiles nods helpless, he´s surrounded he can´t escape it´s too late, but why they didn´t kill him while he was unconscious? He looks up, the sky is too dark, starless, there is no wind either, and the dirt must be mud because it is so soft that he almost feels like he´s lying on feathers, he´s in… in a bed, no not a bed… he´s in his bed, what the hell is going on?

Isaac unclasp his mouth, and Stiles hears a grunt, a crystal screeching and then the wind blows inside the room followed by a dull sound some feet below, someone just jumped from his window.

"What´s goin…" Stiles starts.

"You ruined everything" Isaac grunts in low voice, he´s being too careful to not make too much noise, it means that Stiles´ dad is probably home, maybe if he scream his dad might be able to save him, but what if Isaac is armed? Stiles would die before he could even say a word.

"Are you going to kill me?" He asks listless and then Isaac frowns anger leaping in his eyes.

"Why you´re so obsessed with me killing people? I just saved your nosey ass" He mumbles, his jaw is clenched, his lips are a fine line white as he presses them, there is no trace of the charismatic boy from the previous days.

"Because I know the truth" Stiles is so stupid, he shouldn´t have tell, maybe they would have leave him live, but now that he told Isaac there is no way they will, and he knows his suspicious are true because almost as instantly as the words were released from his chest Isaac face shifted from anger to panic.

"Did Derek killed your parents? Or you helped him?" Stiles is not sure if he´s being stupid or maybe he just gave up on life but the truth is that he can´t restraint himself, he wants to stop, to cry, to beg for his life, but he´s tired, he´s so done with it, and his dad, gosh he´s running everything, his dad won´t be able handle it.

Isaac breaths heavily and then Stiles bores his eyes on, the silvery moonlight is reflected by a single dangling tear beneath Isaac´s eyes.

"How can you be so heartless?" Isaac complains. "I didn´t killed my family it was an…."

"Unidentified animal" Stiles completes the sentence.

"Just like the ones in the town… As Derek you both lost everyone under strange circumstances"

"So it has too mean that we´re psycho killers? It haven´t come to your mind that maybe just maybe there are bad people out there? Truly scary and evil pieces of shit that doesn´t care about anything? That they are so fucking insane to rip your little sister´s throat in front of you and you had to lie about how your family died because if you tell the truth your ass would be locked down in the madhouse?"

Now Isaac is sniveling and Stiles feels like shit, he wants to apologize but instead…

"Then why did you try to kill me?" He says feeling how his head is still spinning.

"I didn´t tried to kill it was a warning" Isaac replies. "Your last one by the way" Adds sharply.

"A warning? I´m sure you broke my ribs" Stiles spits sarcastically.

"IT WASN´T ME" Isaac mutters rueful fisting his hands. "Derek told Erica and Vernon to make sure you didn´t get any closer"

"That bastard…" Stiles starts but Isaac cuts him.

"They misunderstood everything, Derek and I had to stop them before they killed you, he was so furious I thought he was going to kill them, but you´re fine and that´s the only thing that matters" and for the first time that night Isaac smiles. "But seriously you gotta stop getting yourself in trouble"

"It wasn´t my fault it was Scott that…" And then Stiles´ blood freeze. "Scott…" He…. Is he dead?"

Isaac shakes his head.

"He´s fine" He won´t say more, Stiles notices that Isaac knows he´s time there is over, he approaches the window, but Stiles can´t let him go, not yet, he needs to ask him so much more so he strains his arms from the bed gripping Isaac´s forearm but then he gaps and stares at Isaac startled.

"You´re burning! dude you must be above the one hundreds" Stiles says frowning but Isaac loose the grip and ignores him.

"Wait" He mutters. "What Scott is doing with you guys, is he in danger?" But it doesn´t matter how much more Stiles says, Isaac is long gone now, or he just didn't want to answer his question. Stiles squints through the window next his bed, and glance two black shapes shrinking briskly in their way back the woods.

….

Tomorrow is the big day, his first game as captain against Brook´s High bees, bees? What a stupid choice for a lacrosse´s team… yet they´d kicked the wolves´ asses since Scott can remember, so this is it… He´s anxious, he´s thrilled he is… fucking scared, he might have become a little star since they choose him as the captain, and yeah he´s popular now and have this hot girlfriend, but he might lose everything tomorrow if they doesn't win the game, so his motto is kick their asses win his first game as captain and become even more popular than Isaac, it sounds so easy in his head, it´s a shame that Freddy keeps falling every day in the practice, he´s sick of having to run extra miles because of him, shit is late!

Scott gets out of bed, he´s a little dizzy, his mom is already gone, or had she at least came home last night? Scott is concerned, with all that creepy thing in the woods his mom won´t stop working her ass out, He knows it´s a big chance for her, she´s after something, but he barely see her now. Gets in the kitchen, he´s not hungry, so he might save the scrambled eggs -she left for him- for later. Opens the front door and the icy-wind makes him shiver, he better warms up quickly or he´ll freeze to death. He jogs to the encounter place near the wood line, the good news is he isn't the last one, or else it would have been extra miles for him, the bad news is that Freddy is the last one, so it means extra miles for him after all, he better start acting like a captain, he knows the coach teases him to make him be harder with his team, but Freddy is to short-legged, and clumsy, he kind of reminds him about Stiles, despite the zits, and he couldn´t be an ass with him ever, so he has to pay the price, at least Isaac and Jackson always get to do the extra miles with him even when It isn´t their responsibility it's a good thing, they´re good friends not like Tacker, everyone hates Tacker, he just complains about Freddy, or Isaac or someone else, yup there is always someone in Tacker´s sight, how he is too bonehead, Scott has thought about kick his eyes once or twice, but his mom… whatever, the only thing he has to do is stay out of his way, after ten minutes of waiting Freddy finally shows up, he looks tired he probably woke up late, and had to run to be at time which means he´s already tired, and ten minutes means ten more miles for Scott, damn maybe it was time to be a little harder with him after all.

The coach blows the whistle and they start jogging, Isaac is already next to Scott and in no time he will overpass him, so Scott accelerates feeling Jackson´s strange cologne at his heels, he needs to go faster, in no time he´s sweating and with some relief his body is already starting to warm up, Isaac is on front again, how do he do it? He´s faster than anyone and Scott it´s pretty sure he hasn´t see his whole potential, he just likes to tease him.

By seven Scott is back home, needs a shower he can´t stink any harder, luckily there´s no hint of Stiles outside so he still has time to bath before getting in his friend jeep, he opens the front door and is suddenly knocked by something inside him… there is someone in his house, he´s not sure how, but…. He knows it, there is someone upstairs even though they´re not doing any noise, Scott tilts his head, the patrol isn´t outside, so it can´t be his mom, Scott stealthy walks upstairs taking care to not make any noise, who could be? How can he be so sure that there is someone inside the house? What is this disturbing feeling he´s having? Scott opens his room´s door with a kick and Stiles jumps on his feet almost dropping the odd medicine bottle that Derek gave him.

"Stiles!" Scott grunts. "You scared me!"

"I scared you?" Stiles snorts. "You´re the one who gets in like a maniac"

"This is my room!" Scott complains. "What are you doing anyway?"

Stiles suddenly stops, and looks in both directions as if he means to cross the street, Scott meets his eyes, the hollows are deeper today, and he´s pretty sure he has been taking Prozac again.

"Stiles… are you ok?"

"No I´m not!" The boy lets out suddenly and Scott´s heart skips a beat, what could have happened?

"But… Stiles… what…"

"Listen" His friend says hurriedly.

"Scott you can´t see Isaac or Derek ever again" Scott is sick of… "I know what you´re gonna say, but they´re after something Scott, they´re somehow related with the thing that killed the guy in the woods"

What? Scott thinks, Stiles is losing it, he´s losing his mind, Scott needs to talk with his dad right away.

"Um… Stiles… I think we should call your…"

"You don´t believe me" Stiles pins on. "You have to believe Scott, Isaac practically say it to me a couple of hours ago"

"What were you doing with Isaac in late-night hours?" Scott frowns confused, and there it comes… the talk, it´s time for the talk already? Scott is not ready to have the talk with Stiles, at least not now, especially when´s acting so eerie, and when Scott thinks that this conversation can´t get any odder, then Stiles makes it possible.

"I followed you last night" Says the boy embarrassed.

"Followed me?" Scott replies with bewilderment, Stiles eyes are out of his sockets now.

"I followed you ok? I followed you into the woods" Scott reaches Stiles and presses his hand against his temple, his temperature is fine, so he really believes what he says, this is not good, not good at all.

"Scott! You´re burning like… like Isaac"

Ok time to freak out. "Stiles I think you need to rest…"

"NO! Scott you´re not listening to me, there is something really bad about those guys ok? Stop lying I followed you I saw you get in"

"I didn´t go to the woods last night!" Scott yells, he´s can´t help but get angrier and angrier every minute, why is Stiles making up all this? "If you followed me... Why you didn´t take a picture huh? Or called my name?"

"They didn´t let me see you" Stiles says with anger, his ears reddening.

"Who?" Scott frowns.

"Erica and Vernon, they attacked me, they started kicking me in the chest, in the head, there was blood anywhere look what they did with my head" Stiles gasps, his right hand in his chest, he´s bawling as if he were recalling the most scariest thing in his life, Scott almost believes him, but then he looks at him, there is nothing, his skin is healthy as always, there is not even the tiniest scar on him, what´s going on with him? Why he´s making up all this?

"Yeah? Why I can´t see anything? Where are the scars? Where are your broken bones?" Scott grumbles, he has no time for this, this is insane.

And the Stiles gaps, and touches his forehead, then runs to the mirror in Scott´s dresser, and blank as a ghost stares at his reflection, his lower lip trembles, then he looks back at him.

"You have to believe…" Starts in a low voice.

"Go away Stiles I have to take a bath"

"But Scott… I´m telling you"

"OUT!" He screams, and Stiles leaves the room shuffling and his head down.

Stiles has been under a lot of pressure, it isn´t fair, why this have to happen to his best friend? Scott knows he needs to talk with Stiles´ dad, and tell him about the pills, he needs help, he made out such a big story in his mind, and it looks like he really believes what he´s saying, is disturbing and unsettling the way he looked at him so sure of his words while he told him that he followed him last night into the woods, Scott didn´t went to the woods last night, it would have been stupid with the police and the wild animal in there, he just came home after practice and…. He came home… and get in the shower and….then he… he…. Why he can´t remember what he did last night?

….

The box! That´s what Allison needs to find, her dad moved it, but if she finds it she will have her proves…. Proves of what? Isn´t like she´s going to tell the police isn´t she? Everything is so confusing, the man who rose her, who cooked, washed her clothes, who got her the car, who hold her hand in her mom´s funeral was a complete stranger, and she wish she could just ignore this but she can´t he isn´t hiding a relationship or a shameful liking for some teen idol, no he´s hiding guns, and is secretly visiting an apartment downtown, so she needs to get the box, get into the apartment and find whatever else is he hiding and then face him, he won´t deny anything if she shows him some of the guns, he won´t any choice but tell the truth, or is going to kill her? Come on Allison is your dad you´re talking about, she says to herself to calm down a little, her dad isn´t going to kill her, is her dad for Christ sake, he wouldn´t hurt a fly right? Then what for are all those weapons?

"You look pale" Scott murmurs, a slight smile on his face.

"Sorry, I just got a little distracted" She excuses, looking fixing her eyes on him, his smile widens and she can´t help but a smile back, her plate is almost empty, she can´t remember but apparently has been eating while she thought about her dad.

"A penny for your thoughts" He murmurs, he´s seems more self-confident, that´s a good thing.

"I´m, just thinking about the game" She mutters with a grin. "I´m sure you´re gonna win"

"Yeah? How can you be so sure?" Scott frowns.

"Because you guys have this player, is a great guy, he´s fast he´s strong, he´s the best player I´ve ever seen" She teases.

"Yeah? How is that I don´t know this guy yet?" Scott replies giggling.

"And he´s so hot" Allison adds faking Lydia´s high pitched voice.

"Oh starting to get jealous" Scott says and approaches to touch her lips with his.

"Oh my god! I ship you guys so bad, did I told you before?" Lydia´s interrupts sitting with them. Allison and Scott let go embarrassed noticing all the eyes in the cafeteria on them.

Jackson sits next to her, he looks a little unease and surprisingly quite to be him, it´s seems like the calm´s anxiety before the storm has officially taken him, tomorrow the whole team would be like him.

"So are you guys planning to disguise as wolves for the game?" Lydia asks.

"What? No! Why we would do that?" Jackson says grimacing.

"It´s Halloween duh!" Lydia chuckles and Scott shakes his head.

"Oh come on where is your festive spirit?" Allison agrees laughing.

"Were not going like wolves we´re gonna like idiots" Jackson replies.

"Speaking of" Lydia says scowling. "Where is Stiles?"

Stiles? Allison thinks, and then she recalls, he was right behind her after chemistry, where is he right now, she glances up to look at Scott but Lydia spots the boy first.

"There he is" She says with a smiling waving at him behind Allison´s back, she twists her neck and finds him staring at his tray alone in a table in the back of the room. "What is he doing there?" She says confused.

"Aren´t you guys making fun of him right?" Lydia says in a chastise tone.

"What? Why? No!" Jackson hurries to reply. "Why we would do that?"

"You guys are jocks, he´s kind an outcast there is no need of much math in here" She says self-sufficient.

"It wasn´t me" Jackson assures, "I like Stiles I wouldn´t do anything like that to him"

"Then why he didn´t sat with us?"

"It´s because of me" Scott says with loath in his voice.

"Why? Did you guys had a fight?" Allison says concerned, did Scott hurt Stiles?

"No… umm…. I don't know… he has been acting weird lately… and this morning after running he was in my run telling me things that Isaac has something to do with the dead guy in the woods, and that I should no talk to him anymore… it´s disturbing"

"How do you know he´s lying?" Lydia says shocked.

"He says someone tried to kill him last night… I don´t know, he doesn´t have any bruises… it´s all too weird… too… I´m really worried about him… since his mom…. You know… maybe he should speak with someone"

Scott eyes turns gauzy as his voice cracks, Allison holds his hand below the table and squeezes hard, it´s true since Stiles told her about speaking with Isaac about the shirt he´s being acting weird, he told her that Isaac didn´t know anything, and she knew he was lying, and now this…. What if he´s losing his mind after all? Allison turns back again and the time he stands from his seat, throws his untouched food in the trash bin and walks straight to the exit.

….

At lunch most of the bathrooms are empty so when Stiles stumbles inside isn´t surprise by its calm, it's good, the clatter in the cafeteria is overwhelming, he´s still stunned by Scott´s reaction he knew he wouldn´t believe him at once but he thought that maybe, after showing him what they did… Stiles looks at his reflection in the mirror´s before the sinks, it doesn´t make sense, he should have bruises all over his body, at least some pain but there isn´t anything no wound or clue of what happened to him last night, it´s frustrating is he really mad? Is he imagining it all over? Is Scott right, maybe he needs help and should…no he didn´t sleep last night because he couldn´t he was so shocked, so it wasn´t a nightmare, but then it means that something happened… somehow his body heal, in the mirror the only disconcerting thing he can see is his eyes, sunken by another sleepless night, by tiredness and fear glazed over, he need answers, he needs them and he knows where he´s gonna find them. Stiles presses his lips a thin line shoves his hands in his pockets and takes a pill and checks his watch, it´s time.

He gets out of the bathroom with a new look in his eyes, determination. The hallways are already crowded but he manages to spot Isaac walking with his usual gait toward his next class, Stiles jogs to him and grabs him by the arm, Isaac spins his head toward him scowling.

"We need to talk" He blurts out before the words come to his mind, Isaac blinks twice let go and keep walking. "I´m serious" Stiles continues walking by him passing next to a couple of cheerleaders that giggle when Isaac smile at them.

"Isaac…"

"I´m not talking to you" Isaac grunts dryly.

"What? Why?" Stiles says angry getting in his way, Isaac takes him by the forearm and tugs him in a less crowded corridor.

"You´re Still asking why?" Stiles says with a wounded look.

"Oh" Stiles understands now. "Look I´m sorry about what I´ve said about your family… it´s just"

"Save it I don´t care… I told you to stay out of trouble and you didn´t listen to me… I can´t save your ass anytime you have a suicide wish" He says harshly and Still chest starts aching again, almost feeling the boot crushing his Adam's apple.

"I don´t… have any suicide whishes I just… I was worried about Scott…"

"I don´t care monkey… I´m sorry but"

"Why Scott doesn´t remember going into the woods last night?" Stiles asks and there is what he was looking for… a flash of bewilderment in eyes azure eyes.

"Why I don´t have any bruises?" He continues his face hardening with every word, it sounds so stupid to even pronounce those sentences, but there isn´t any other explanation something weird is going on.

And then he chuckles.

"What are you mocking at?" Stiles demands angrily, feeling his heartbeat at the ears.

"You sound like a psycho" Isaac says sharply, his eyes hard as stone. "I wonder what would happen if someone listen all the crap that comes from your mouth I´m pretty sure you´d be locked down for good in a blink. Now listen me Monkey, stay out of our way and Scott´s"

"You can´t…" Stiles starts but Isaac cuts him out.

"Especially tomorrow…. I don't wanna see your pretty butt tomorrow… you hear me? Or I´ll call Erica and Vernon and well maybe you can heal your body back" He laughs. "But I´m pretty won´t forget" Then turns on his heels and goes away.

….

After school Allison is heading to her training place when she notices that the playing field is empty, well not exactly empty, from her spot Allison catches sight of the janitor cleaning up the bleachers.

"Hey" Scott´s voice calls behind her, Allison can´t help but jump in her place her heart gives a lurch and she lets out a sheer squeal.

"You scared me" She reproaches.

"Um… sorry I didn´t mean to… I just saw coming here and I…" He says flatly.

"What are you doing here anyway? I thought you guys would train harder than ever" She asks her eyes slightly drifting in the woods were the penny was awaiting for her.

"Coach want us as fresh as possible so there is no practice today" He explains.

"Oh" Allison says and then feels his eyes on her, he knows she disappointed, but she can´t tell him she expects to train a little more and then spy her dad.

"I´m not saying that…" Scott tries to say but she cuts him off.

"Wanna go the arcade?" She proposes with a smirk.

"I didn´t know you liked those kind of things" He says stunned.

"What? Are you scared I´m gonna beat your butt again?" She chuckles and then he laces his hand with her.

"I´m pretty sure I´m gonna beat you this time"

They get in the car and Allison turns on the engine, driving to the entertainment center, taking an alternative way of course she wants to check up if her dad´s car is outside that building again, surprisingly for her it isn´t so went Scott suggest that maybe she´s lost she takes back the main road discouraged, she wants to forget about the whole issue, luckily when she´s with Scott is easy for her to drive her mind away, he´s nice and his constant concern for making her feel comfortable makes her feel special, but she knows soon or later he´ll feel with enough rights to ask her about her wobbling lip or her constant frowning, he´ll ask and she won´t know what to do or say, meanwhile she wants to enjoy the time she has with him the only part of her life that´s normal, since their arrive things have went crazy and she doesn´t want to let go the caring feeling that Scott´s puppy eyes offer her.

She whish she could feel comfortable enough with Scott to tell him the truth, but let's face it there is no way a girl can tell her boyfriend that her dad – from whose back they've been secretly dating - may be a serial killer without getting the boy totally freaked out, so her other option for unburdening her load is Stiles, but he has his own issues, and to be honest she´s really concerned about him, she knew he was lying when he told her that Isaac didn´t know anything about thing in the woods, but she didn´t thought he might obsess the research, and after what Scott told her, she´s really, really concerned about her friend, that thing, that connection she feels with him is stronger every day and she can almost feel his fear and frustration and she wish she could help but she can´t do anything whatever is going on with him she is as screwed at him and there is nothing one could do for the other.

She stops the car in the mall´s parking lot, and huge but lacking of stile building with a plain green facade, Allison can´t help but snort inside, thinking about her dad´s design skills and wondering if he had ever designed a building after all. They come inside and she breaths out happily is warn inside, the long hallways crowded with people getting mostly candies and disguises for Halloween, even the angel in the fountain in the center of the square has joined the celebration wearing rub horns on his rock´s hair. Scott takes her by the hand and they approach the arcade. It is an dark run, full games and even fuller with kids and some teenagers, suddenly it isn´t look like a good idea considering the lack of girls in the place, in the ceiling there are shifting lights that spin all around making her think that maybe they ended up in a club. In the counter Scott gets the coins for them and leads her to Charred Wheels an old fashioned racing eight bits videogame, Allison is startled of how long it survived through generations and decades, probably hipsters like Jackson have kept it working all these years.

Scott sit ins his place facing the screen after throwing her a challenging look, she can´t help but chortle, he´s too competitive and geek, and strong, and puppy eye adorable, and funny all at once, there she is finding fascinating Scott´s virtues that on other guys would like flaws, and then she notices, the race already started, taking advantage of your stupid puppy eyes Hu? Allison smirks and puts her hands in the steering wheel.

...

When his dad opens the door he´s startled by looking at him, Stiles isn´t used to see his dad in the afternoons anymore, there is surprisingly a lot of work in the hospital every day, so he takes his eyes off from his book and stares at him, his dad looks… Healthy.

"What happened to you?" The man says concerned.

"What?" Stiles replies scowling.

"Your eyes, you haven´t sleeping well" He points out.

"Oh, I was… just…. Had lot of homework lately" Nothing like being scared as shit or afraid of never waking up again.

"Are you sure is just that?" His dad frowns.

"Yeah, nothing to worry about" He assures. "What are you doing here so early by the way?" He hurries to change the subject, he feels like he´s going to lose it anytime, if his dad keeps asking he won´t be able to hold the tears back anymore, his dad won´t believe him as Scott, and now Isaac is being a total jerk, he wants to believe in him, that they aren´t doing anything wrong, but he can´t, he exhausted and feels so lonely, he wish he could talk with someone who believes in him, and Allison looks like the clear option, but she´s with Scott she will be in his side.

"Um… I just came for some clothes, I´m spending the night in the emergency alley, wanna be free tomorrow for the big game" He says a little ashamed.

"Game?" Stiles mumbles.

"Scott´s" His dad explains. "Aren´t you going to Miss Scott´s game right? It's really important to him, he needs familiar faces in the crowd"

"I will be there" Stiles says with an empty smile, his dad is such a good guy, he knows he´s doing this because of the lack of Scott´s dad in his life, and yeah he would like to be there for his best friend, are they still friends? He´s angry with Scott for not believe in him, for overreacting, he´s angry with everyone, just…tired…. When his dad leaves the room, he takes another pill and bore his eyes back in his reading, his eyes glazes and his breathing gets hitched, this is it he can´t hold it anymore, the tears come and come he gasps, whims and then he just falls sleep.

….

This is embarrassing to say but they have been playing like for four hours already, she didn't thought they would have so much fun playing that racing game but they actually did, so Scott is one of those guys who kept the game at date, it´s none of their dates haven´t been like an actual date, she´s pretty sure that at some point in the third most of guys would haul themselves over you rip out all your clothes but Scott isn´t way, he´s a gentleman and somehow that´s really call and attractive, well a pretty childish gentleman but it´s cool actually he somehow finds the way to keep her min busy so she can´t avoid thinking about how messed up is her life, his funny remarks about she handles the steering wheel, or his scowling faces when he lose against her, they are… cute… ok maybe Scott isn´t just a distraction maybe Allison is falling really falling and she likes the feeling, like when she smirks for nonsense and then she feels a tiny knot in her stomach. So they had play air hockey, Whac-a-mole and some fighting games, she is silly but they have been keeping track of the scores and now they are 11 against 10 and Scott is winning of course, she wants to beat him, so she suggests to get rematch at Charred Wheels, but as soon as Allison sits…

"A think we should go" Scott says in low voice, his brow crested.

"Oh no, we´re not leaving until I beat you up" Allison says devilishly, but Scott stands, it´s freezing but now cool she can see a sweat´s drop glistening in his temple, has something just happened? "Scott?" She says standing and then perceives how he looks with the corner of his eyes to her right, yet cranes her neck, before her there is bunch of people staring at the games´ screens but whey then is Scott as pale as if he just saw a ghost?

He offers her his hand, and she squeezes tight to comfort him, as he leads her outside, when they leave the entertainment center behind the first thing she notices is that is pretty dark already, and the mall is even more crowded than before so have to push aside the people as they walk back to the parking lot, Allison almost drops her coke in the way. When they reach the threshold Scotts sights and she frowns.

"What was all that?" She asks with concern.

"You must be Scott" A high pitched voice says making the boy to shudder and look at the parking lot, three boys are closing the path for them, all of them wearing long black and yellow lacrosse´s shirts with a loosely drawn Bee in the middle.

"Look I don´t wanna…" Scotts starts with shacking voice but the one in the center cuts him off.

"Is that your girl Scott? Isn´t she too hot for you?" Says with a disgusting snicker showing all his crooked teeth, his eyes undressing her, suddenly Allison is feeling sick, and then she understands they are part of the team Scott´s is facing tomorrow and they want Scott to start a fight so they can get him out of the game before it even starts.

"So… you´re really trying this? Get him off of the game, why you are so scared?" Allison says casually.

"Allison…" Scott voice is calm no, but is a tiny line almost unperceptive for her ears. "If I do something I might…"

"What a pretty mouth don´t you think guys?" The jerk says and the other two chuckle, "I wonder how pretty it would look wrapped on my…"

"Allison get inside" Scotts mutters while a couple of costumers passed by to get to their cars.

"Come then, let´s see your that littler finger between your legs" Allison says sharply, she´s frightened but she has to do something, if Scott hits them he´s out of the game, if they kick the crap out of him he´s out of the game, it isn´t fair, she chews her lip, she can do this, she can, stay focus says to herself staring at the guy´s hands.

"Allison" Scott puts a hand in her shoulder and push her back, but it´s too late, the jock is already over them, he reaches a hand softly in her wavy hair to get the strand away from her face, she knows what´s he thinking, he´s thinking that they won, that Scott is helpless and they can do anything they want with her, when the hand leans to touch her face, Allison quickly hurls herself forward, grabs him by the wrist and twitches it, she delights herself listening to his wail as he kneels, she pulls his wrist more a more back, if she continues soon will hear a high pitched moan and then a snapping bone, jerks his arm and attaches it to his back, hears steps and throws stark look back, they won´t come any longer she can see one´s lower lip wobbling, she´s tempted to let out a loud laugh but no none would hear it anyway it would probably get muffled by the guy´s groans that are already scattering people outside the mall.

Finally she let go and he pants quickly standing, one of his companion pads his back as he shakes his hand with a grimace on his face, she smirks with hatred and they look despitefully at her.

"You´re fucked kid, I´m going to report…" He starts but Allison is faster.

"Yeah! Go and tell coach how a helpless girl kicked out your butt!" Allison yells and there stares ashamed at Scott and the audience startled faces, then looks back at the jocks, one of them is about to crackle but he´s smart enough to do it. They stare at them with loath and then jog out of the parking lot as the crowd burst in jeers.

Allison takes Scott´s hand and leads him to her car, she´s not in the mood for more games, she´s actually scared Scott is too quiet, the sudden silence is overwhelming her, and he doesn´t speaks as they reach the car, his voice is still low but far more embarrassed than before.

"Allison I´m really sorry" He mutters and she chuckles but stops when she see the rue in his eyes.

"Oh no Scott, I´m not mocking at you, I was just about to say the same that´s all" She replies blushing.

"Why do think you should apologize? You saved us" He lets out with a grin.

"Yeah, but I looked like a total skank" She laughs and does too.

"No you didn´t what you did was awesome, It was a like a ninja movie" He explains and now his amber eyes gleam as usual, Allison can´t help to feel pleased. "It should have been me protecting you" regrets.

"No you couldn´t, those guys do this all the time right?" She asks and he nods. "I´m pretty sure they won´t in a while"

"I feel like a loser" Scott adds glancing down, and she can´t help it, the knot is tighter, he´s so… she´s not sure anymore what she likes about Scott, but her lips are faster than her mind and before she can even agree that she wants to she already kissing him, his hands come up and take her by the back of her head to press her closer and she sights while she feels the tip of his tongue touching her lips his hot and thick breading on her, once again he´s a different person, that wild and rough guy with the calloused hands and the snarls while they kiss, the she feels a rush of adrenaline, she´s not falling she fell and there is no turning back, she likes Scott and there is nothing she can do about it.

"That was…" He says breathless as they break apart.

"I know" She agrees, she doesn´t hear any more, she knows what he meant whatever he felt she felt it too. She puts on the engine and puts the car in reverse, it´s pretty late Scott needs to rest and she needs to get home.

"How did you do that anyway?" Scott wanders as she gets on the road.

"My dad used to taught me self-defense techniques when I was younger, just for fun"

"Wow, so your dad is kun-fu master?" She doesn´t need to look at him to know that he´s swallowing hard.

"No he´s an architect" She says chuckling, taking a corner to get Scott home, it must feel intimidated for being driven home by his girlfriend, usually is the opposite in most of the relationships, but Allison doesn´t mind, she likes it actually.

"So how did he learn all that´s stuffs?" Scott says frowning and then Allison grinds to a halt, the cars behind her sound their horns and many pass by them making obscene gestures to her as they drive away, but she doesn´t matter Scott´s words made click on her.

"Allison what happened?" Scott says alarmed, she comes back to reality and presses the pedal.

"Um… nothing I just forgot that I´m out of milk" She says flatly, getting into Scott´s neighborhood, he´s right, her dad, he taught her all that when she was a little girl, and it wasn´t for fun, it wasn´t for killing time, it was for something else, ok this is creepy enough, she needs to find that box and face her dad once and for all.

….

His not sure why his mom is so angry, just that it has something to do with throwing rocks in the river with Scott, so when Stiles gets back home she scolds him, after that he just stays in his room upset awaiting for the red eyes to show, but they never come, instead his mom shows up again holding a tray from school, that day lunch was going to be eaten at home, Stiles eats eagerly while he tells his mom about the arguing Scott and him had, and how Scott reacted.

"That doesn´t make any sense" Stiles says suddenly and his mom chuckles.

He opens his eyes groggily a slight grin in his lips, he still can almost feel his mom with him, is the first time he dream about her, since… All his memories are coming back and with them the aftertaste of all he had live the past days, he rolls in his bed, it´s pretty early he got a few hours before school and it´s still too dark outside, so he fasten his head in the pillow and close his eyes, he wants to see his mom again, no matter how crazy his story would´ve sounded he´s sure she would have believed in him.

….

She waited long enough in silence, her dad got home a couples of minutes later than she did, and he brought dinner, so it meant she could stop pretending being late in cooking for being studying hard for chemistry, they ate in silence and Allison awaited, seconds, minutes and hours until he fell asleep and even a little more just to be sure he wouldn´t wake up suddenly and find her digging in his things.

So Allison got a few ideas about where the box can be, but first she tries back in the basement hoping that maybe he decided to put back behind the fake wall, but when she flips the board apart finds the stash empty, she chews her lip and thinks, her dad built the house years ago even before she was born, and left this empty wall in the basement on porpoise so, his secrets are not a new thing, so all those trips and moving outs are somehow related to whatever is he doing back in Beacon Hills, and he taught her self-defense just in case things could get screwed which brings her back to the house, it has to have more fake walls somewhere, did her mom know about all this? It sounds silly her mom is… then her stomach plunges down like in a free fall, she know where is the box, the only place her dad is pretty sure she wouldn´t look after, the attic, it has all her mom´s belongings.

Allison isn´t sure if this is a good idea, she hasn´t being in the attic since they packed up everything and left it up there so many years ago and then moved out of the town, she still can remember how broken they were and she is afraid that if she opens that hatch all the feelings they locked down might scape and haunt them forever. But she can´t help it anymore she wants to know the truth about her dad she can´t live this way anymore. So she smoothly shuffles in the hall next her dad´s room, in the corner is the handle, and takes the perch that still awaits since the last time they drop it there, she grips it hard and unroll the attic´s stairs, a thick dust cloud slowly slopes covering all around Allison, she needs to clean up when she´s done if she doesn´t want her dad to find out, she hesitates one last time and climbs up, as her head comes up from the hole is the lack of air and the amount of dust flying straight to her nostrils, she cover her mouth and nose with a hand while with the other shakes her phone to turn on the flashlight, instantly shadows are drawn all over her and she shivers, close her eyes and takes a deep breath, flutter them open again, at her right are dresses, right after the matching footwear, and the three large boxes where they had put the rest of her things, but there is not creepy treasure chest in sight, fuck if isn´t in here it means that she´s right and her dad made more than one fake wall, or maybe…maybe is in a place that he doesn´t know she knows that exists, the downtown apartment.

She sighs disappointed, and stare at her mom dresses, she´s not scared anymore, just sad, she wish her mom could be there to tell her that her dad isn´t a bad guy, that she´s just misunderstanding everything but her mom is dead and all what remains is just her clothes and personal stuffs, Allison opens the first box inside there is a pretty ratty book with dark carving in the outside, she drops it aside, she´s not sure what she´s looking for but she wants something small and useful, something she can carry on with her to remind her that her mom still loves her, that she knows how she feels and to tell her that everything is going to be fine, below all pictures, and more books she finds her mom jewel´s box, takes her mom favorite silver bracelet put the rest of the jewel´s aside and catches a glimpse of a small brown leather book, she takes her in her hand it´s a passport, she opens it and her mom stares at her, all beautiful as peaceful as she remembers her she´s about to pack it back when spots another one below where she found the first, she takes it, is her mom again wearing… a wig? Wait a second that´s not her mom´s name, Allison holds her breath and looks back at the first one, that isn´t her mom´s name either, Allison can´t feel the ground beneath her anymore, she´s in free fall, trapped in nothingness her heart throbbing in seconds her breath gets out of control, she´s sniveling, covering her mouth with a hand more and more passports lay below, not just her mother´s, everything is a lie, her whole life, there are many girls with her face and many men with her dad´s and none have the same name, she drops the documents and fall back on her butt, tears flowing down, she´s breathless, stunned and confused, everything about her is fake, and she can´t take it anymore, her mom and dad kept secrets from her, her whole life and now she isn´t even sure if they´re even her parents after all.

….

It is 3:00pm the sun is shinnying the air is colder than yesterday but Scott is warm, no warm, he is on fire, burning, his blood boils he feels like if he opens his mouth his blood will come out in a gauzy crimson cloud up to the air, why he´s so angry anyway? He´s not exactly sure, maybe it has something to do that he had no chance to talk with Allison in school, or because she has to save his ass the day before or maybe because of the way Stiles has been acting or because he didn´t came to see him, or because Tackler has been the whole day grunting shuffling away like he´s sure that their gonna lose the game because of him, his jaw is clenched so tight his canines are hurting him like if they were larger than usual.

A whistle is blown, and then the world comes in slow motion, he cranes his neck toward the crowd and spots Allison take a place followed by a man in the bleachers, who is him? Her dad? And he is greeting his mom, do they know each other? Scott twitches his head back in the game and it is a mayhem, the guys from the mall are already lunging toward him, he wants to snap their necks with his own hands, he feels like he can do it, he wants to they deserve it, all the previous captains had to stand their shit, but not Scott, Scott is different he´s better, he is strong, and he´s furious, they are almost there, he´s pretty sure Isaac got the ball and is about to score, but he´s not their target, Scott is, they are almost there, Scott is anxious there is a coppery taste in his mouth, he nipped his tongue in his arousal, he´s thirsty he wants to hear them moan like wounded animals and see blood streaming down their necks and… What´s going on with him? Oks blinks, they are almost over him, he flips on his feet and easily dodges them in seconds he´s already next to Isaac he passes him the ball and that´s how they make the game´s first score, but what the hell happened back there?

….

After a long arguing and pretending being really busy with homework his dad won and Stiles had to come to the stupid game, to see the stupid Scott score his stupid points helped by the stupid Isaac and who is stupidly ignoring him as if he didn´t exist, but the stupid game is far from being boring, he spots Allison sitting next to a man with a long coat who must be her dad and next to them is Scott´s mom and a next to her is doctor Deaton and Marin.

"Guys you came" Scott mom says excited waving at them to take sit, Allison shuffles in her seat and stares at Stiles and there is, the spark! No forget the spark, it´s like a thunder going through his body his body, he stops short holding his breath and she is too, her terrified face must a reflection of his own, yet he´s doing his best to quickly wash the pain away from his face, what the hell was that? Allison, she is upset no she´s about to panic, something happened, but what? How do he knows all this? That feeling in his chest, he was used to it to the tiny fascinating spark, he never thought it could turn into something so painful and scary, and he´s not sure why or how she felt his thing too, what´s happening to him, not the whole board but a glimpse of how screwed things are.

"Stiles" His dad asks staring at him, and suddenly everyone is too, he blushes and hurries to sit next to Allison.

"Isn´t is great? We are all together" Scott´s mom says with a big grin.

"Longshot! I didn´t know you were back" Stiles´ dad says staring at Allison´s how did he called him? Longshot? Is that a nickname?

"Came back a month ago" The man says politely.

"Allison wow! You´re so big, last time I saw you, you still played dolls" Allison glance at Stiles´ dad and smirks embarrassed, she probably doesn´t know him, but then they exchange looks, their parents known each other, they were friends when they were teens.

"Stiles is nice to see you" Mr. Argent says offering a hand to him, Stiles awkwardly shakes it. "So you know each other?"

Allison and Stiles nod.

"That´s weird" Scott mom says frowning handling beers to the other parents. "Our kids are as close as we were"

"He´s gonna do it again!" Marin says pointing at the field and Stiles looks where she´s pointing, and then is when Scott scores again, they are winning, Allison and him stand acclaiming him and the rest of the team, but there is no joy in the girls eye and probably either in his, they know they need to discuss the electric charge they just felt, it was too big, painful, and somewhat sad to just ignore it.

….

There are a couple of things well maybe thousand going through her mind right now, like the fact that Stiles´ dad and her were friends at high school, the overwhelming electricity charge she just felt and that she´s pretty sure Stiles felt too, the man next to Scott´s mom, that for some reason looks familiar to her and his daughter who don´t detach her eyes from her, in other hand is Scott and his aggressive moves like if he´s a total different person, she would had like to tell him to kick their butts before the game but her dad insisted in coming with her and they got late and of course her dad and all his secrets the deeper Allison digs in her family´s trash more scarier and confusing things come, she´s losing her mind she knows it, it doesn´t make sense all what´s going on, Stiles and that lightning she felt it, she knows something terrible happened to him, but she isn´t sure what is it, but he needs her, she can feel it, for some reason it has something to do with her but she´s not sure yet, gosh her head is about to explode she wish she could be behind the field into the woods fruitless shooting arrows to the penny.

In a blink Beacon´s wolves are crushing down the bees and the halftime entertainment starts, and Allison is happy to see the cheerios jogging into the field, Lydia is among them, leading them after all everyone is school calls her the bitchleader, they start their routine, Allison chuckles with their moves and can see that Stiles almost chokes with his soda when the girls make a pretty obscene gesture, Allison wonders is Lydia is going to pay for it later but she doesn´t look like she cares she´s having a good time and the crowd too, people stand laughing and clapping their hands when they are done bowing to the multitude, for a brief instant she almost forget how screwed her life is.

….

Crossing legs isn´t working, staring at the almost finished game either Stiles can´t stop fancying about toilets he needs to pee and he needs to do it now, no one is going to miss him everyone is concentrated in the game and Beacon´s wolves are winning anyway so Stiles stands and suddenly feels Allison hand in his sweater squeezing tight he turns at her, she´s asking him a question with her eyes, and some way he manages to reply with his, don´t worry I´ll be back.

"Wait a second…" Stiles hears a manly voice say. "Are you guys dating?"

"Dad!" Allison shrieks embarrassed, and suddenly all eyes shift from the game to them, Stiles feels his dad puzzled face staring at him and his cheeks burn.

"No, we´re just friends!" She says rolling her eyes and let go her grasp.

Cool another awkward conversation to add to the things they need to talk when the game is over, climbs down and hurries to get into the school as fast as his short legs will let him, it´s odd to wander in the hallways all empty and dark now, it´s Saturday almost five and even the janitor is staring at the game with the rest of the town, yeah he can´t blame the people for being so excited about the game there isn´t much to do in Beacon Hills, but today is Halloween so there will probably be some underground parties and the streets are going to be crowded with disguised kids down the treat or trick.

He slams shut the door behind him and hurries to the first toilet, sighs with relief when his urgency is over, wash his hands and starts walking back to game when he hears a loud shout, it seems like Scott, Isaac or Jackson scored again, there is no way the bees are going to win, maybe he should back home, he needs to think about what happened with Allison before, and Scott probably doesn´t want him there, he´s tempted though his dad is gonna get mad to not mention Scott´s mom, and Allison she´s probably awaiting for him to get some answers but let´s face it he´s ass puzzled as she probably is, is pointless he can´t just go, he came with his dad anyway and he´s not in the mood to walk hundreds of blocks back home, he turns in the corner of the hallway when a voice catches his attention, is a woman´s voice, sounds frustrated, a little angry not far from where he´s standing, Stiles thought he was alone, he´s not sure why he´s doing it but –maybe because very deep inside he loves to get his ass in trouble- he leans in the voice´s direction with slow and stealth steps until it gets clear enough for him to listen, it comes from Mr. Robert´s classroom.

"Isaac can take care" Says a familiar voice, Stiles stomach plunges down and his blood turns cold, that´s Derek´s hale voice even a low as if he´s trying to settled down something but is at the same time worried that someone might listen to them.

"No he can´t he´s just a stupid kid like Scott, he does something…"

"The game is almost over" Derek cuts her out.

"She´s right is too risky" Another voice says.

Stiles can´t but stretch his neck a little to look the through the glass and hope that they won´t notice him, luckily they with their backs at the door staring at the field, the girl has long blond hair and she recognizes her without actually looking at her face, she´s Erica and the boy next to her must be Vernon they were the ones who invited Scott at the rave where it all began, probably under Derek´s orders, why he boss them around anyway?

"Nothing is going to happen" Derek continues.

"But what if…" Vernon continues.

"Derek we can´t wait any longer we are running out of time, we still need two more"

"One" Derek corrects her, see than one over there? Scott, Isaac and him are somehow synchronized they understand each other's without saying a word" Stiles can´t see who Derek is talking about but he´s pretty sure it must be Jackson, he noticed too while he was watching the game, they are a perfect combination a triple treat for the bees or any other team.

"Don´t be such an idiot he´s useless and you know it, we can´t wait any longer we need to kill Scott before it´s too late" Erica blurts out and Stiles almost let out a cry but he clamped his mouth right at time, he starts sweating, he knew it they wanted to kill Scott well at least Erica but she´s encouraging Derek to do it almost asking his permission, it's like they need him and Jackson for something, like a ritual or something sacrifice them.

"Ok, I´m going to give one last chance tonight, if nothings changes kill him" Derek mutters with clenched teeth, and Stiles´ heart lurches throbbing so hard, that almost breaks his ribs he´s pretty sure that if they were closer they would be able to listen his heartbeat, they´re going to kill Scott, and there is nothing Stiles can do, Scott doesn´t believe in him, doesn´t trust him, this is it after winning his first game as captain.

"Your optimism is endearing" Erica snorts. "Nothing is going to change in fact everything is just going to get worst, remember today is full…"

"Don´t you hear something?" Vernon says wondering. "It´s like a pounding…" then they crane their necks.

Stiles eyes almost pop out of his head his breath is caught in his throat he struggles to breath while he runs out of the school, he needs to find Scott and warn him, there has to be something he can do, he can´t let his best friend die even thought he had become a cocky jock, he can´t. When he gets out to the field the crowd is already carrying Scott, Isaac and Jackson, celebrating their victory.

….

There is a bunch of people jogging from all directions, yelling, cheering making a lot of noise but when Scott is in the ground again he pushes aside de crowd and sprints toward her, he´s all sweaty and stinky but Allison can´t help but embrace him and feel happy and safe in his arms, she´s tempted to kiss him but she doesn´t do it when she recalls that her dad and his mom are just next to them awaiting to congratulate him too, to not mention the whole town. They let go and more and more people reaches to pad Scott´s back, she´s overwhelmed by happiness she even almost forget all the crap she has been facing lately. On the other side of the field the bees are already leaving except for the guys from yesterday there are standing in the middle all dirty and soaked in sweat staring at Scott with hatred, what are they waiting to leave? Maybe they´re plotting something, maybe they´re planning on hurting Scott, she hates them.

"So who´s ready for the party?" Scott mom says cheerful and Allison can´t help snort.

"Aren´t you supposed to be a cop?" Stiles´ dad says with a grin.

"Screw that, my boy just kicked the other team´s asses I´m want to celebrate"

Allison start looking for Stiles in the crowd but instead finds her dad´s eyes staring at her with scowling.

"What? She ask puzzled.

"Wanna join the celebration? It´s looks like you´re a Scott´s dearest friend"

There´s something fishy about all this.

"What happened with no parties until you´re eighty?" She says faking her dad´s voice.

He chuckles and replies.

"I never said that, I didn´t let you go to that party the other day because it was school night, and today is Friday" He laughs, and for a second they're the ones they used to be and she feels comfortable being next to him, he´s about to say something else when she perceives it, alcohol, in his breath, and now she recalls, her dad has been drinking the whole game and he´s not too used to do it anyway, it has something to do with meeting with his old friends he doesn´t want to miss the change to catch up a little and take some more beer, if he gets drunk then…. Allison will have to drive him home considering that they came to the game in his car she will have full access to his keys, and maybe there are the keys for the downtown apartment, plus she will have some time to hang out with Scott and maybe even talk to Stiles, where´s Stiles anyway?

….

When Stiles finally spots his dad in the crowd he´s already inside his car awaiting for him.

"Where have you been?" His dad asks, the excitement still visible in his face, Stiles´ didn´t know that his dad is such fan of Lacrosse, maybe he´s just happy because of Scott, Stiles should too, but…

"Stiles?"

"Um… sorry I just… had to pee" He explains.

"You look absent, did something happen? Did Scott and you had a fight?" Stiles shakes his head and his dad puts the car in reverse to leave the parking lot, in the way back home he puts some music on and even tries to sing, Stiles is stunned, his dad looks like a new person since they came back, he´s happy he´s finally leaving all the pain behind, he´s not faking his smile, even though some part of Stiles is annoyed because it looks like his dad already forgot his mom, seven months have already passed, he can´t expect his dad to mourn for the rest of his life, he can´t either.

His dad parks the car outside their house, Scott´s is already crowded with rows and rows of car´s and some bikes, are they throwing a party? Good Scott will be surrounded by people, there is no way Derek can get a chance to murder him unless his planning to kill half of Beacon´s population, how´s that his mom let him throw a party anyway? She´s an officer, never mind Stiles is not sure if Scott is still mad at him but he must get into the party and tell him everything he heard, knock him down somehow and find a way to locket him while he convince the police that he heard Derek and the others planning to killing him best friend, good plan it sounds like a total disaster, that´s what Scott would tell him if he still talked with him.

His dad and him have to push their way in, the first time Stiles notices after he´s inside is that the police will soon come to shut down the party, the hall is full packed with people Stiles hadn´t see in his life, the stairs are obstructed and the lack of air is evident, Stiles to get to the nearest window to open it, the sun is setting and the air is getting colder, his dad got lost in the crowd and Stiles can´t find Scott anywhere, after take another breath of fresh air and gets his head back inside, then he finds Lydia in a corner, her lips puckered and her eyes burning.

"Hey, have you seen Scott?" He asks politely.

"Uh?" She replies without looking at him.

"Yo Lydia… Scott?"

"Oh Sorry honey I haven´t seen him, aren´t you guys angry by the way?" She says confused her eyes still in one spot in the other side of the room. How does she know about their arguing? There´s only one explanation Scott told them, cool now everyone thinks he´s insane not just his best friend.

"Sup?" Allison´ voice suddenly next to them, handling a cup to Lydia.

"I hope there is some vodka in this" Lydia says listless.

"May have some, but keep your voice down Scott´s mom is a cop" Allison explains with a giggle, and then handles another cup to Stiles, when their fingers touch the thunder hits them again but this time Stiles is ready so he manages to disguise the pain in a excited grin, but it doesn´t matter isn´t like Lydia is paying much attention to them anyway.

"What´s going on with you?" Allison ask looking at Lydia, Stiles knows Allison is upset about something but she´s good hiding it, she really looks concerned about Lydia he´s starting to get worried too.

"I think it has something to do with the curtains, I think she hates them" Stiles says with a sneer looking at the same point Lydia is staring at, and then she discovers why she´s so angry, there behind a lot of people is Jackson speaking well not actually speaking is more like flirting with a girl, suddenly Stiles´ chest is filled with a mixture between hope and hatred at the same time, how can do this to Lydia? But in other hand it means that Lydia is free so…

"What the hell is Jackson doing?" Allison says with rage. "I´m going to kick his…"

"Stop it Allison" Lydia says with a sour smile. "It´s my fault"

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks furrowing his brow.

"It was my idea… when we started dating, I told him that I wasn´t ready for playing mom and dad with him and that if he wanted to be with me it was fine for me but we weren´t going to be exclusives" She explains. "He was a loser by them, he still is but now he´s in the team they a won a game you guys know how it works.

"But you knew this would…." Stiles starts to say but he shuts when he see Allison expression.

"Anyway, I´m not the mood for parties anymore" Lydia says chewing her cherry colored bottom lip. "I´m still wearing my cheerleading uniform anyway, Allison could you please drive me home? Jackson brought me here and I don´t wanna humiliate myself anymore asking him to drive me home"

Allison and Stiles exchange glances again, for some reason Allison looks annoyed with the idea of taking Lydia home, and he´s about to offers himself to take her home when the memory Scott comes back to his mind, he needs to find him, now, he needs to do it before it's too late, so before leaving Allison change to suggest him as Lydia´s driver. He left them behind breaking through the throng, he finds Scott´s mom with his dad, Dr. D and Allison´s father taking beers in the living and he gets Goosebumps this have to be the weirdest party ever, Scott is nowhere there´s only one place in the house he haven´t checked yet, Scott´s room, he just hopes to not find him having sex with some random girl, Stiles likes Allison and doesn´t want his dump friend to hurt her.

He approaches the stairs, someone –probably Scott´s mom- has hanged a banner by it sides that says happy hallo-game party, He pushes some more random bodies aside and climbs up the stairs, the noises the chatting is all unbearable so he´s happy when he gets upstairs and the sounds muffle a little, he open´s Scott´s room door, it is empty, damn it, he thinks until a light flowing water sound makes him sigh with relief, ok Stiles think about something, anything a way to convince him to hide for a while, until Derek, Isaac and the rest are in jail. Wait a second, where the hell is Isaac? Is his party too, but Isaac hasn´t see him, so it means he´s probably with Derek right no… A phone rings and Stiles´ heart gives a lurch, he can´t handle anymore anytime soon he´s going to have a heart attack and it will be all Scott´s fault, he reaches the phone in Scott´s bed, a new text from guess who, yeah Isaac, it says.

"Hey r u coming over? We are waiting for ya"

Stiles deletes the text and leaves the phone were we found it at the time he hears steps behind him.

"Stiles, what are you doing here?" Scott says, with rage, what? But why? Stiles tilts his head toward him, his eyes are so yellow they might be made of pure fire, he´s angry, not furious to him there, he´s already wearing a pair a jeans, and holds a T-shirt in his hands.

"I… I just" came to save your ungrateful ass.

"Um… sorry… I´m not sure why, but I´ve been in a terrible mood the whole day" Scott says blushing and reaching to pad his shoulder.

"I thought you were mad at me" Stiles says embarrassed, his eyes on the floor.

"Mad? I thought you were the one angry with me" Scott chuckles, yet Stiles still can see something scary in his eyes as if he were about to hurl himself over him and break his neck.

"No couldn´t…" Stiles starts and then stops short this is silly they´re acting like an old marriage.

"Look Stiles, I´m not angry with you, really I´m just concer…"

Scott´s phone rings again, but the sound is different this time, so it has to be a call, Stiles is about to jump onto the bed and shatter it on the floor, but Scott is faster, he takes it in his hands stares puzzled at the screen and then presses it to his ear.

It happens too fast, so Stiles has no time to react, one second Scott is saying hello to whoever is calling –probably Derek- and right after he´s shoving the phone in his pocket, he doesn´t even finish to put the shirt on, he just turns his back.

"Scott"

And then he jumps out the window.

Stiles wedges his head beneath the crystal and calls his name, but Scott isn´t listening the music below is too loud or he´s probably just ignoring him.

Shit, shit, shit. Ok time to freak out, time to freak out, Scott is going to die, he thought he was just two days ago, but this time is different he heard Derek himself telling that they´re going to kill him tonight, and Erica said something about the full, Stiles looks up, it´s almost dark then stares back at the Street Scott is already gone.

Halloween… full moon…It sounds like a freaking insane ritual.

The police, Scott´s mom is the police, and she loves Stiles, she will believe him… He just need to find her, if all the sweaty and heat bodies let him pass someday, how many people he pushed aside? He´s not sure but he´s sick of it, he needs to find Scott´s mom right now, but when he gets in the living she´s not there, neither her dad, none of the parents are there, he takes his phone and dials Scott´s mom, she picks up right away.

"Stiles?" She says, there is a lot of laughter in the other side of the speaker so he can´t hear pretty well.

"Scott is in trouble" He manages to say while the bodies crush his bones. "I need help"

Fuck where are they?

Stiles takes the phone and dials again this time Scott, he doesn´t pick up what a surprise, then Allison but when she takes the call it cuts, Stiles dials again and there is the most scary notification a normal teenager might get, out of credit. Fuck!

There´s no other option he´s gonna have to… no… no… he still can feel the pain….the… and the fear… what they did to him… no he can´t do it… but if he doesn´t Scott is going to die… there has to be another way, there has to be… maybe if he had Derek´s number… the police Station is too far away but… 911

Stiles takes back his phone, a woman picks up the call Stiles is heading out of the door and he feels a hand in his shoulder, he turns and Marin Dr. D´s daughter is there staring at him, he hadn´t see her in years, since she left for collage to study some native American's history or something like that, but he has no time.

"Marin!" He fakes being excited. "Look sorry but I can´t talk right now I…"

"Hello?" Says the woman in the line.

Marin is in silence staring at him, her mouth a thin line, like she´s about to say something, Stiles looks back at her eyes, they shine, with rage and some frustrating her mouth his wobbling though her face is stark as rock, it´s like she´s trying to…

"Hello?" Says the woman again.

Stiles gets out of the house, all the street is crowded two, but kids wearing disguises, knocking at doors some accompanied by their parents.

"I´m sorry, I wanted to report a murdering attempt" He says hurriedly.

"Ok sire try to stay calm, where are you right now?" The woman ask.

"No, it´s not me, it´s my friend some creepy cult is about to sacrifice him to a demon animal in the woods" Stiles cries on the phone.

"Sr.?" The woman asks, as stiles walks to his home away from the party and the noise, he´s stumbles with a little girl disguised as a witch.

"You made me fall" She shrills with anger.

"I´m sorry Stiles replies"

"No replies I´m gonna throw a spell on you!" The girl cries waving a rubber wand on his face.

"Sr."

"Yeah I´m sorry I witch just tried to turn me into a toad" He says with sarcasm.

"That´s what thought" Says the woman sharply. "Have a Happy Halloween" and then she cuts the call.

He ruined it, she almost believed it him, his phone must be banned by now, Scott is gonna die and it is all his fault, Stiles looks in all directions there is no one to help, his heart is throbbing so bad, almost tearing his ribs apart, there is only one way, he can´t go back to the woods, every time he puts a feet inside something awful happens, he thinks he´s about to have a panic attack, his mind turns numb, his breathing gets hitched and this awful knot in his stomach, yet somehow he´s end up in his jeep and before he can think twice is already driving toward the woods, to Scott´s death and probably his too.

….

She finds her dad in the backyard with the rest of the parents having more beers while Scott´s mom and Stiles´ father make barbecue in the grill, her dad´s elbows rest in his legs while he leans over to speak with dark skinned man from the game, he seems to chuckle for some jest the man does and the Allison notices a slight sway of her dad´s head, he´s… vulnerable, this is her chance. She looks at her side, Lydia is standing next to her arms crossed, so Allison approaches a little and clears her throat.

"I gotta get to the bathroom" Says the dark skinned man standing, for a second Allison can feel his eyes on her but when she whirls her head, he´s gone.

"Dad?" She says hesitantly, and he whirls, his lips are little swollen, his eyes oscillating as his head, he´s out of the game, thanks god he´s not used to drink, she´s starting like Scott´s mom, or at least she thinks for five seconds.

"Allison" Scott´s mom call. "Have you seen Scott?"

"Um… no Mrs.…." Fuck which is her name? Or last name?

"Call me Mellissa" The woman says with a grin and smiles replies with one herself. "We´re related after all"

Her dad´s eyes come out of his sockets and Allison´s bottom lip wobbles, fuck she was so close the get the keys. Scott told her? Well isn´t like they were secretly dating but she´s not feeling comfortable with his mom knowing is embarrassing and dangerous if her –probably serial killer- dad decides he doesn´t like Scott.

"I mean, Longshot is like my brother after all" The woman adds and Allison sighs with relief.

"I think he´s taking a shower or so" She explains calmer. "Dad….um…. do you think you could borrow me your car? Lydia isn´t feeling fine and since I left mine in the house I thought that maybe…." She´s scared, first when Lydia asked her this favor she felt frustrated she wanted to be as near to her dad as possible so she could get her change to drive him home and steal his keys right after, but now is different her dad is almost drunk and she´s pretty sure he will do whatever she says.

"Yeah honey take" He says shoving his hands in his pockets and handling her his keychain, this is it, she made it, she can´t believe it was actually so easy, Allison takes them in her arms the cold iron in her hand she squeezes hard and then takes Lydia her forearm and drags her out, she´s a little disappointed she´s haven´t seem Scott after the game, but there is no time Lydia needs her and plus this is her chance, this game she´s having playing with her dad, ends tonight.

They get in the car, Allison checks the review mirror to make sure her dad hasn´t changed his mind, and the she steps on the gas, as fast as she starts driving away, she hears a whimper and a knot is tied in her stomach, she feels sorry for Lydia.

"Um… Lydia" She starts.

"I know I´m pathetic, at Monday everyone will be looking at me at school with pity" She says with clenched teeth. "Oh look the half-jock-half-jerk dumped the bitchleader" She hisses with a sad mock in her face.

"I don´t know why it bothers me anyway, this was my idea, this is what gets me more angry, I shouldn´t be pissed, I should be in that party, making out with a hot guy" She complains.

"Hey, don´t" Allison says her eyes still on the road, the sky is already dark ahead, she feels like she´s driving inside a dark cavern with no way out, and she´s right after discovering what the hell she is about to, there won´t any way to escape from it, whatever her dad is doing, she´s have to deal with it.

"You love him Lydia, that´s why you feel this way" She mutters. "But hey, it´s fine, he´s an ass, maybe you guys shouldn´t have that agreement, but unfortunately you did, and you can´t do anything about it, it just helped you realize that you´re different, that you actually have strong feelings for a guy, and it also helped you to see that Jackson isn´t the for you"

"You think so?" Lydia frowns.

"I do…come on, you´re the smarts and prettiest girl in town, is his lose" Allison says with a reassuring smile.

"That´s funny" Lydia says idly "I´m pretty sure that girl is you"

The rest of the way is silent, Lydia must be thinking about Allison´s words, even though she knows Lydia did wrong when she decided to have an open relationship with Jackson she can´t help but feel sorry for her, and wonders what would she have done if it was happening to her? If Scott was the one cheating on… well Jackson wasn´t actually cheating on…but… well Scott isn´t that kind of guy, and plus Allison almost knows how to shot an arrow properly so she hopes he isn´t flirting with some random skank right now.

When Lydia gets out of the car, Allison drives away without even say goodbye, she´s thrilled, she can feel her blood going through her veins from her aching heart to her fingertips, her mouth is dry know and she is curses the vodka, the takes the curb in the next street, there isn´t much traffic but instead lots a lots of children disguised as monsters and superheroes, Allison goes straight a few blocks and then takes another curb in her right, she´s so near… she can actually hear her heartbeats.

When she gets into the street, a wave of panic takes over her, she´s actually doing this, and the street, is so empty, so calm, it is frightening, it´s almost like the people were afraid of pass by the building, maybe she should go home, she´s isn't even sure if her dad have a place in there, maybe he was just checking up the structure, to demolish the place, he´s an architect after all…. No he´s not, maybe he is but that isn´t the reason he came back Beacon Hills. Allison gets out of the car and zips up her jacket, pulls her hand inside her pockets holding her keys hard in case she must run back to the car, it´s dark already the only light is dim bulb loosely hanging in the threshold, she pulls up her hood and looks back to make sure there´s no one around, then she slid inside.

She´s in the world´s filthiest ground floor, the dark olive walls are all blackened with dirt and grease, at her next are the stairs and right to them white card with red letters fastened to grille door that reads "out of service" great, the elevator is out of service and she´s pretty sure if her dad really has an apartment in here it must be in the hundredth floor, shakes takes out the keychain to take a closer look to them and she´s right there are more keys than they should have, so… there is place in here after all… or maybe one can be from work. Fuck Allison is not from work, get your ass upstairs, she says to herself she´s sick of this, stop being so coward , well isn´t like she´s going floor by floor trying the keys in all the doors, she needs a plan, and then she finds a black square in the corner before the stairs, his has eighteen tiny rectangles with names and last names written of them, she starks looking at them, reading the names, this is stupid and it doesn´t make any sense, her dad won´t be so stupid to put his real name in the list, so maybe he´s using an alias, she had read somewhere that when people adopts a new name usually it´s usually related to the one their leaving behind, as an unconscious reminder, so maybe if she finds someone which name is C A or A C, this is stupid there are at least three possible apartments, this is points, she´s not going to make it, she´s about to give up when she looks closer of the rectangles, in the first floor, it actually doesn´t have anything written up it is just dirt, this must be, it has to be, Allison takes a deep breath and walks to the stairs, she climbs up the steps two at time afraid they might surrender beneath her weigh, she gets in the first floor and identifies the nameless door, it can´t be, it would be too stupid to have a secret lair –yeah it´s sounds like a freaking comic book- in a first floor, no one would…. No one would ever imagine he would be so obvious, this is the place, Allison takes the keys and when the first fits in the lock something makes click inside her too, she´s swims the door open and instantly she knows it, she´s in the right place after all.

….

There is one last vacillation before Stiles gives up and steps into the woods, this time he´s not taking the last time´s path, he´s not leaving Erica and Boyd chance to take over him again, is safer to get to the cottage walking, after three steps a twig crunches beneath his feet and a rush a of panic takes over him, he´s chest is aching again, all his recent wounds feel recent even though he knows there is nothing there, he had heal somehow, but he´s so scared, tears climb to his eyes and he feel nauseas he´s angry with himself for being such a coward, he´s best friend is about to being killed and or sacrificed by some sort of crazy scary people to not mention the rest of the creepy things that have been happening lately, but he can´t handle it anymore he needs to go back home and hide below his quilt, read his mom´s bedtime stories.

He turns on his heels and gaps, the town, it is impossible, the town was just behind him three seconds ago and now it´s like he has been hiking for hours, all around the only thing he see is leaves-bared tree´s shadows, he´s lost, it´s almost like if the wood changed right after he got in, like a maze, there is no go back, there is not, he´s going to die, he knows it, he swallows and keeps walking, ahead to the tiny orange lights in the horizon where he´s fate awaits.

His dad, gosh, he can´t do this to his dad, he´s doing better, he´s smiling again, truly smiling, if he dies his father is doomed, there won´t be way back for him, he is scared and frustrated, way this have to happen to them? He came back to heal his wounds, to feel supported, to feel safe but instead he´s more terrified than ever, he can´t believe this is the actual end, he hasn´t talk to Allison yet about their connection, about how he can feel her emotions within him as if they were his own, he´s still a virgin for god sake, no one should die a virgin, it´s depressing, ok forget time to forget about it and focus on more important things like a plan, he needs a plan if he´s really planning to save Scott´s ungrateful ass and his own, he´s needs a weapon which he doesn´t have, Derek´s place will be closed for sure, how is he going to break in? The more he thinks about it, the more stupid this looks to him.

The lights are enlarging and he is starting feel more uneasy with every step, with every bush that slush next to him, a creaking twig, his hearts is pounding so hard that is choking him, there is a lump in his throat almost as tight as the knot in his stomach, any small sound can give him a heart attack, calm down, everything is going to be fine. He looks up at the sky, behind the tangled bare breaches of the oaks he sees the full moon coming from behind a passing cloud, so bright and yellow, so big he almost feels either is about to fall from the sky over him or its core will split open revealing an eye, a burning red eye with fiery lashes. The lights are bigger now, he must get there faster before it is too late. He hops a log and stumbles with a stuffy and uneven bulge losing his balance and falling on a sea of leaves. He hurries to stand he fell over something clammy, he grimaces and stare at his hands, there is dark liquid on his palms, he can perceive a faint smell and swallows, he reach his hands closer to his nose and sniff, his heart quivers, it is blood.

"Scott" He whispers, trying to control his friend, he reaches the bulge with a trembling hand, biting his lip to be strong, he has to be strong, it is a body, lying on its stomach, Stiles takes it by the shoulder and makes it turn over its back, closing his eyes as far as he goes, it´s a guy but isn´t Scott, Stiles doesn´t need to look at his face to see isn´t he, the corpse has ginger hair, Scott doesn´t have a ginger hair, but it doesn´t mean he isn´t freaked, luckily there isn´t enough light to see the wounds, yet Stiles knows he is dead, it´s so cold that a chills runs through Stiles´ spine with a single touch.

He need to get out now! He wants to scream his best friend´s name and hope Scott will be coming over to pick him up and take him back home, but it won´t be any help it will only make Stiles give away his location to Derek and the rest, and stands up to keep walking and a high pitched snarl cuts the air, he shivers and jumps on his feet, his legs start moving before he commands them, fleeing, he´s getting the hell out of there, his survival instinct has taken over him and there is nothing he can do about it, he want to live, he needs to live.

He´s breathless, whatever was that sound wasn´t far, it runs down all over the forest freezing him to the bone, birds fly away, their flapping wings and squeaks making Stiles even more nervous, looking at all direction, he feels like he´s being watched, by trees, can almost see them stretching their branches toward him as if they were revealing his position, he reaches a glade, the trunks grow thicker at his point, there isn´t a sign of the town, neither the cottage, he´s lost, twists his head all around, he feels like exposed as if he´s being spied, he´s hyperventilating, the wind blows in a strong rush, so cold he feels like it peels down his cheeks and freeze his eyes, he whirled his neck so much he´s already starting to feel sick, but he can´t help it, there are eyes all over, he can´t see them, but he knows they are there all staring, lurking from the shows, he needs to find a blind spot to scape, but where? He cranes toward the part of the wood that seems less dense and there they are, the two glowing lights some feet taller than him.

The two burning red eyes, with somehow their own bright, there is no sclera, there is no pupil it is all red as the hell itself, Stiles steps back and, the creature slowly comes back from the darkness, it´s almost seven feet tall, all the body covered with brown and black fur, a protruding snout with long rows of teeth and even larger fangs, and it is… is standing, like a person in two bold rear legs. Stiles is about of breath, he´s dazed, frozen by fear or maybe it is just the air, but his legs are attached to ground, and his breathing rate has dramatically descended, for some reason he´s recalling Jurassic Park right now, oh god he hates that movie.

It comes slowly closer, to him, stretching it´s sharp clawed hands? Craning its neck, with every step looking somehow goofy, as it is was intrigued by Stiles existence, it is sniff, and then snarls loudly, furiously as if it just smelt the most disgusting thing in the planet, Stiles backs off slowly, looking with the corner of his eyes the thickest corner, it is too broad chested to just go after him, it will have to take down the trees, though Stiles is pretty sure that if it tries it will probably make it, it steps forward and Stiles backward, slowly looks both way choosing a way, he needs to pick up one soon before the creature lose its interest, left, right, left, right! Stiles motions his body toward his right while the growl thunders behind him and then two more lights, blue ones, come from the exact spot where he was planning to run one second ago, they´re bouncing, enlarging, and then.

"Run!" Derek cries taking Stiles from his shirt and dragging him to his left so easily as if he was a rag doll, it takes Stiles like three minutes to recover from the shock to realize that Derek, they guy who supposedly should be killing Scott by now, has just saved his life, well not exactly saved he just told him to run but here he is leading Stiles in the woods as fast as his legs let him, the knot in his stomach is tighter and his chest is starting aching again but this time because of the lack of air, he need to take break, he´s looking forward so he´s not sure if the thing is still following them, probably does, but he can´t help it, he needs to rest.

"Stay here" Derek grunts franticly, leaving Stiles behind a boldest tree trunk he had ever seen. "If you see him again run"

Him?

"Wait" Stiles mutters, struggling to catch his breath, he doesn´t want to admit it but he doesn´t want to be alone, even Derek´s company is better than nothing in this situation, but Derek ignores him and comes out from behind the trunk.

Stiles presses his crown against the rough and uneven texture, he needs to watch, he needs to, Derek is awaiting for it, there standing as if it was the normal thing in life, he doesn´t flinch, or hesitate, he doesn't need to be closer to now that his stark face remains doubtless without any speck of fear on him. Then he hears rush, it has already found him, Derek throws himself toward the thing it stretches its claws, Stiles thinks for a second that it got Derek but then he dodges in the last second, the thing whirls in no time to face him Derek´s T-shirt entangled in its claws, his… Derek said Him.

Stiles spots Derek´s marble bare chest, spinning opposite from the beast, to escape but it happens so fast Stiles doesn´t have time to blink, the creature growls again, and now that Stiles is calmer he recognizes the sound, it is… a…howl, then it charges forward, the sharp talons come through Derek´s back, there´s a loud cry and the shadow of a black spray of blood, and then it is too late Stiles realizes now that the cry was him, shock trying alert Derek, and now Derek is dead…he´s dead…. He is… and the thing knows exactly where he is hiding.

Stiles is out of his mind, he just saw Derek die, he´s going to do die, he´s going to die, he hears the thing running toward him, this time on all fours, his hands shakes as he push away the branches of the lower trees, scratching his face, he still isn´t fully recovered, he won´t last long, he´s running slower and slower and the creature seems to move more quickly he can almost feel him on his heels, he looks back, the red eyes that wicked stare paralyze him, no it wasn´t the eyes, who in the hell put this stupid rock in here? Fuck, he´s on the floor, the creeps with his remaining strength, struggling to stand and the hears a moan, turns back, an enormous dog, not it is… a wolf… a white wolf large as an small car and shinning blue eyes is dragging the creature again from Stiles, trusting its fangs deep down the monster´s arm, hauling it down the steep. Stiles falls back, trying to find a tree where support himself to stand again, this is his chance, he must escape, now or never.

He looks ahead and dashes, he can see a glade not long, where else to go? Hears more snarls, and growls, another moan of pain but doesn´t dare to look back, the glade is closer and it… isn´t a glade it is a cliff, he stops short close the edge, fuck, shit, shit, shit, I´m gonna die, I´m gonna die, looks back, the beast is free again, approaching him, will be here within seconds, Stiles peers down the cliff, it is too high, he can´t see nothing below, the lake´s water is so black that it looks like a void into nothingness, he can hear it, so close, so close… Stiles turn back one last time and feel a push in his chest, a hand, a human hand, Dr. Deaton´s hand, just shoved him from the cliff, his stomach plunges down like in a free fall, not like a free fall because he´s actually falling. His back hits the water and the air is dragged out of his lungs in a dry gasp and his body sinks, he swims his hands up trying to find the shallows, but his body is too heavy he feels like if the water had cold hands that are taking him down, he hadn't see so many shades of dark before, closes his eyes to protect them, it is so cold, so dark, too painful, it´s like millions of needles being thrust beneath his skin, he can´t fight it anymore, he´s out of strength, out of air and out of hope.

….

She´s losing her mind, literally, it doesn´t make sense, it is just a living room, a kitchen, what looks like a room and a bathroom, everything is untouched, excepted by the years of course, the peeled walls, the windows tapped with wood, the worn and creaking wood floor, she has come and go rummaging all over that she had already made a short tune combining the gnashing sounds, it is frustrating, there is nothing, just a ratty and somewhat damp moth-eaten sofa, a broken TV, a coffee table and yes the weird carved chest, it was the first thing she noticed when she came in, it is the undeniable proof that it is her dad´s place after all, but it is useless now, it is empty, he took the weapons somewhere else, but it doesn´t make any sense, she knows they are here somewhere, she´s just so frustrated so angry he always seems to be two steps ahead of her, it is pointless, her dad will notice soon that she hasn´t come back to the party, she takes the takes from her pocket and then Allison´s heart leaps a jolt runs down her, until it gets to the same spot in her hand where she always feels the spark, what just happened? She just feel it when she´s near Stiles, what the? Never mind she´s too tired, so she approaches the door when her phone rings, her heart jumps in her chest, it must be her dad, he knows she´s in here, Allison rummage in her pockets and takes the phone, it´s Lydia thank god! She almost got a heart attack, she must be still sad because of Jackson, she takes the call to tell her they will talk later but them she feels like trash when Lydia sniffs in the speaker.

"Hey…hey… come on Lydia you´re better than this"

"Allison it is Stiles" Lydia cries.

"What?" Allison says confused closing the door.

"Stiles is in the hospital" Her friend shrills, and Allison stops short, and she´s almost sure her heart did too