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Chapter 2: Wolves and Bites
Stiles slept, face scrunched up in pain. Images of swords and Knights with bright red capes came into his mind. A forest, so filled with life and magic, and a man with golden hair and ocean blue eyes showed up in his dreams. A longing so strong it hurt was deep inside his chest at the scene, tears sliding down his pale cheeks. God, he didn't even know what he was seeing but he couldn't help but feel like this was something that was once his, that he had lost.
Flickers of golden strands of magic surged forward, along with visions of war. Visions of wars with swords and horses, with crossbows and knives, and then with guns and machines. Blood and death made him flinch, the price of victory too high.
The last of the visions he remembers is a sharp pain of a wound, caused by an enemy shot, before he bolts out of bed, trembling and sweaty. Stiles wiped the sweat from his pale face, sighing sadly. He remembers as a kid having dreams every once in a while and he would scream as he awoke. Now he was used to the dreams as they occurred more frequently and he didn't scream anymore.
The sunlight, so dim compared to the good part of his dream with the forest, brightened up his room. He yawned and stretched, the dreams being pushed to the back of his mind. Of course he never forgot a dream, or memory as he felt it was, but he could temporarily not think about it.
A look at his phone made him realize it was almost time for sophomore year of school. The 16 year old was kind of excited for lacrosse, but knew he had to be careful. Any strong emotion, even happiness, could cause his magic to flare. Even though he knew he wouldn't get off the bench this season, he was still excited for lacrosse.
Later on, that night, Stiles listened in on his dad and found out dispatch called and said they found a body in the woods. Despite having magic, that not even Scott knew about, nothing really exciting happened in Beacon Hills. So, he decided to go to Scott's and go to the woods to search for the other half of the body. It sounded more fun then sleeping with his dreams or sitting around the house bored.
He probably shouldn't have scared Scott, but he wasn't answering the phone and the look on his face just made it all worth it. Stiles shot out from the top of the porch and scared the crap out of his best friend. Scott started screaming and waving around a freaking baseball bat and that made Stiles yell back.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" exclaimed Scott in exasperation and a tinge of fear after they stopped yelling.
"You weren't answering your phone." His voice went sort of high as he spoke. "Why do you have a bat?" Stiles asked loudly, pointing to the offending object.
"I thought you were a predator." Scott shot back, gesturing with his arms, one still holding said bat.
"A pre - I - wha - look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police." the warlock exclaimed excitedly, hanging from the porch like a monkey and holding on by his legs. His arms were loose, swinging as he spoke.
"For what?" Scott questioned in confusion.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles explained, dropping down in the grass.
"A dead body?" Scott asked, looking down towards the ground.
Stiles stood up and put his arms on the railing outlining the porch, giving his friend a look that told him that he was an idiot, "No, a body of water. Yes, dumb - ass, a dead body."
"You mean like murdered?" the teen asked, interest showing in his eyes.
Stiles put his hands on his hips. "Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s." He made gestures with his hands as he described the situation.
"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott asked.
"That's the best part. They only found half." Stiles gave him an amused look and rolled his eyes. "We're going."
They took a ride in Stiles's jeep, making it to the Beacon Hills Preserve. Stopping at the sign that said NO ENTRY AFTER DARK, they got out and Scott looked at Stiles with uncertainty.
"We're seriously doing this?" he asked concerned.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles replied hitting his shoulder and turning on his flashlight.
Scott stopped in front of the blue jeep, looking at his friend as he kept walking.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." he said to Stiles before following.
The warlock replied as he was being followed through the woods, passing by trees. He decided to not think about how lifeless the forest felt compared to his dream. "Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." He hoped Scott wouldn't notice how his mind wandered or how his eyes flared gold. His magic made it to where he could see the forest better, and his senses improved a little above average.
Scott walked with his hands in his bright red hoodie, hood pulled over his dark brown hair. Stiles had on his usual outfit, jeans and a shirt with a plaid over shirt. To keep warm he had a thick, plain brown jacket.
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."
"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles didn't look back as he made his usual sarcasm known.
Stiles's eyes flashed again to create a golden trail that led to where he wanted to go, not paying attention to the cops up ahead that were on the way to the body. He smiled in victory.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked and Stiles's smile turned into a frown of thought as he stopped.
"Huh! I didn't even think about that." he answered as he started forward again.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" the red hooded teen asked with a smirk.
The wizard shook his head. "Also something I didn't think about."
Stiles started climbing up a hill, Scott trudging along after him.
"It's - comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott retorted as they got up the hill, fallen leaves crunching on the ground.
"I know."
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott questioned and leaned against a tree, taking out his inhaler and shaking it as he started the hike again.
Stiles fell to the ground on purpose, seeing lights up ahead and cursing himself under his breath for not noticing. His friend dropped to his side, inhaler in hand. Then Stiles made a stupid decision at that point, he decided to start running, leaving his friend to suck on his inhaler before trying to catch up. "Wait, come on." He said before sprinting.
Stiles thought he could hide from the figures up ahead.
"Stiles! Wait up! Stiles! Stiles!" Scott yelled, trying not to be too loud for anyone to hear, but not wanting to lose his best friend in the dark.
Stiles stopped for his friend to catch up, not noticing the dog and police man behind him. A flashlight shined brightly in his eyes and he fell to the ground as a vicious dog barked at him. Scott hid before he could be caught.
"Hold it right there!" the man exclaimed.
"Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me." The sheriff said, coming up and looking down in exasperation.
Stiles as about to reply with in a cheeky manner before the energy inside him lashed out, a wind forming in the seemingly still night. His eyes burned gold for a split second and a sharp but quick pain came to his chest. He winced. When it ended he looked at his dad, who recognized the eye color change and quickly grabbed Stiles from the ground.
"Stiles, what is it? What's going on?" he asked quietly as he dragged him towards where he assumed the jeep was.
"I-I don't know dad. The magic feels, I d-don't know, wrong. There's t-this pain and I can't control it." he muttered, trying not to fall into one of his panic attacks.
"Is it like last time?" the sheriff asked, referring to when there was a magical creature, a griffin, that was attacking people in the woods. Stiles killed it later on, but when a creature that has harmful intentions is out, his magic lashing at as a warning.
"Y-yeah, but worse. Dad, Scott's still out there. I have to get him." Stiles replied as they stopped at his jeep.
"Fine, but be home as soon as you can." It took a second to decide, but he knew his son had magic on his side.
Stiles had to walk the long way to get where he was before as to not have a run in with the cops again. By the time he got there Scott was long gone.
"Dammit!" he exclaimed, rubbing a hand over his buzz cut hair. "Scott!"
He started to sprint, eyes burning bright gold and showing the way. Before he could stop himself, he fell down a steep hill, hitting his shoulder on a tree on the way down and crying out in pain.
"Scott!" he saw Scott's familiar form, along with a dark unfamiliar shape with glowing bright eyes. Before he could do anything, the form, now noticeable as a wolf, came down on Scott, biting his side and making him cry out in pain. Scott didn't notice him and sprinted away. Stiles followed. He looked back, eyes flaring gold and making the wolf cry out in pain, before running after his best friend. He knew it wouldn't stop the wolf, but maybe it would slow it down.
He caught up in time to see a car almost hit his friend, and pulled him away from the road.
"Stiles, how the hell are you here?" the bitten teen asked, looking at him in shock.
"Scott, I was worried about you!" Stiles yelled. "So I found walked to where we were and followed where I thought you were! And then I see a freaking wolf biting your ass! Which is really weird considering there shouldn't even be wolves in California!"
The mention of the bite caused Scott to wince before lifting his shirt and hoodie, revealing the bite.
"Wow, that's so gross." Stiles grimaced at the sight. No matter how much injuries that came about in his dream, it still grossed him out to see it. "Yep, we should go get ya cleaned up!"
Stiles put his hand on Scott's shoulder when the injury was covered again and walked him down the road, recognizing where they were and leading him to where his jeep was parked. He drove Scott to his house and bandaged him up before going home, back to his bed and his dreams.