Victoria Argent sat in the bleachers putting on a brave front as she watched the hometown boys of Beacon Hills play the visiting team during the weekend lacrosse tournament. Her mind wandered to her missing her daughter but managed to retain her composure during this difficult time. Sitting next to her was a bald headed teen wearing a cotton beanie offering a hot cup of cocoa while a loud horn blasted from the announcement box.
“Extra marshmallows,” said Stiles handing her a cup. “Just the way you like it.”
“Thank you sweetie,” replied Victoria. Her eyes floated toward Lydia and the other cheerleaders who continued to get the crowd riled up. She counted the missing hole in the squad.
“Don’t do that to yourself, Mom,” the hazel eyed teen advised. “We will find Allison. Dad and his friends haven’t stopped looking. We need to still keep the faith.” He put an arm around her.
“I know Stiles,” she sighed. “I keep thinking she’ll show up.”
“We can only hope,” he muttered.
The crowd stood up on the bleachers as soon as the hometown team arrived on the field. Stiles directed his focus to Danny who was wearing his goalie gear as he applauded louder than anyone else in his favor. It had been three days since Danny gave him an ultimatum and the Hawaiian teen made good on his word of ignoring the brown haired lad’s phone calls and texts.
“By the way, I’ve noticed that you and Danny have been hanging out less and less,” Victoria remarked. “Is something wrong?”
“We’re working out a few kinks in our relationship,” replied Stiles. “The normal communication stuff most couples go through.”
“It’ll all work out, sweetie,” said his mother. “You too were made for each other. I can’t think of anyone who is more perfect for my son.”
Stiles had and he had green eyes, dark hair, and brooding personality. Not only that, the man could transform into a domesticated house pet. What is there not to love?
“And the ball is set!”
The announcement box declared. Stiles scanned the field to read Scott McCall’s number 11 jersey. The Alpha demonstrated his skin-walker status as he caught the ball in his lacrosse stick and barreled over two rival players. The sickening sound of a broken leg echoed on the field while the other opponent was knocked out cold by Scott’s superhuman strength. Dodging the rest of the players, Scott tossed the ball across the boundary line and launched it toward the goal net. Sure enough, it made contact securing the winning point.
The crowd cheered wildly. From atop the bleachers, Stiles looked at Danny who shook his head. The Hawaiian teen knew the truth about his team captain and became unimpressed. Still, he played the charade well by getting his head in the game and not allowing the other team to score a goal. Fifteen minutes later with a few of the rival team’s player damaged by Scott’s skin-walker abilities, the lacrosse goalie managed to signal to Stiles that the Alpha might be planning something. Both boys could only theorize.
Casting a glance toward the shadows, Stiles saw the presence of the Spirit Wolf near the corner of the bleachers. Turning to his mother, the hazel eye teen came up with an excuse.
“Mom, I forgot my phone in the car,” he told her. “I need to go and get it.”
“You can use mine,” Victoria offered him her cell.
“Thanks but I have few contact numbers that I need to get,” he lied. “I’ll be back in a second.”
“Don’t take too long! You’ll miss the winning goal!” She called out.
“You know me and sports, Mom,” Stiles joked. “We don’t mix.”
Rushing down the bleachers, he met with Derek who pulled him behind the stands.
“Okay, aningan!” The teen declared. “You got a game plan?”
“Yeah. Find your sister and hopefully kill Scott.” Derek bluntly stated.
“That’s your plan?” Stiles clucked. “I could’ve told you that all along!”
“I picked up her scent,” the Spirit Wolf informed him. “I think the skin-walkers are keeping her somewhere inside the school. Since everyone is distracted watching the game, we’ll use that opportunity to search for her.”
“But won’t that make Scott suspicious?” Stiles asked.
“He’s too busy trying to win the game,” the green eyed man replied. “That’ll buy us some time. However, his pack might be guarding Allison inside. Are you still wearing your silver pendant?”
The teen reached into his shirt and pulled out the charm.
“Good,” said Derek. He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a silver dagger. “Take this too, just in case. It’s laced with wolfsbane. In case a skin-walker goes for you, stab it!”
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Stiles exclaimed.
Slinking into the shadows, the pair headed toward the entrance of the high school. Sneaking through the shadows of the hallway, they examined the various corners of where Scott’s pack might be hiding.
“Skin-walkers tend to go for the throat to take their enemies down,” the aningan advised. “Strike with the blade before they get the chance.”
“Wow Derek, this new found superhero persona is making me very attracted to you,” Stiles commented. “You wanna make-out?”
The Spirit Wolf smirked at the request. Gripping the young man’s wrist, he shoved him against the locker as he body leaned in close for a kiss. Suddenly, a sharp pain crossed his forehead. Seeing the teen in anguish, the aningan questioned him.
“Stiles, what’s wrong?”
“Skin-walker…near,” the teen managed to say.
With his eyes glowing golden, the supernatural guardian shifted his face to bare his canine fangs. Long light brown hair glared at him through the darkness as red eyes displayed with ferocity at the guardian spirit. Peter Hale growled before transforming into black, hairy beast and charged at the duo.
Derek stood his ground. Unafraid to battle his uncle, he transformed too into his full gray and white lupine form and pounced on the skin-walker. The two clawed, bit, and wrestled each other as the rolled around damaging school property in the process. Nervous fear shot through Stiles as he heard Derek’s voice echo in his head.
The hazel eyed teen did as he was told. Sprinting across the stairs to the next level, he found the empty corridor and raced toward the emergency exit that led to the outside. Unfortunately, another searing pain filled his temple as he saw a skin-walker burst through the door. Swiping at him with its sharp claw, Stiles raised up his necklace as a burning sensation wounded the creature’s arm.
A scream, both guttural and feminine, emitted from the skin-walker’s lips to which Stiles recognized the monster as Scott’s mother, Melissa. Feral rage displayed on her red eyes as she bounded toward a group of lockers and attempted to pounce at full force at the teenager. Not wanting to stay for the outcome, Stiles ran toward the other side of the hallway quickly shutting the door close as Melissa crashed through the barrier splintering the wood with ease.
Seeing no other choice, Stiles descended down the stairs and ran through a series of hallways finally seeing a utilities door to his left. Hearing the female skin-walker at his heels, he let himself in and took the concrete stairs down that led to the old maintenance area of the high school. Crossing to a door that said Boiler Room, he slipped inside and barricaded himself in.
Soft droplets of water could be heard from the pipes around him as he slowly explored the large room. Seeing endless cobwebs, he got a creepy feeling inside.
“Great Stiles,” he whispered to himself. “This is how most people get killed in horror films by investigating.”
The rattling of chains startled him as he saw through the dimly lit light a figure wrapped in metal. Making out the features to be feminine, he peered closely at the individual and identified her.
His sister looked up but what appeared before the teenager was not the dark haired beauty but a dirty, wild beast with small fangs and red eyes. It snarled at the hazel eyed lad and lunged but was kept at bay by the manacles and chains weighing her down. Attempting to claw at her sibling, Stiles hoped to reason with her.
“Allison, it’s me Stiles!”
The thing growled as it pushed against its restraints. Trying another attack, the creature attempted to strike at the teenager. Touching the boundary of Stile’s charm, it burned Allison’s skin forcing her to recoil in frustration. Stiles realized he had to do the unthinkable.
Removing the necklace, he tossed the amulet toward his sibling allowing the silver and wolfsbane to touch her skin. Burning pain erupted across her flesh as the monster howled in agony convulsing into a complete shock as the magical charm spread through her body. Within seconds, Stiles’s sister collapsed as her body slowly returned to its normal human form.
Crying tears of anguish, the brown haired boy slowly touched Allison who flinched. Gently lifting her up, he wiped away the tears from her face as the poor girl sobbed into his shoulder.
“It’s okay Allison,” he comforted embracing her tight. “I’m here now.”
“Stiles…” she whimpered. “It was awful! They’re making me turn into that…thing! Help me, please!”
Tugging on the manacles, he found that none of the restraints would budge. Kicking at it with his shoes, he found that nothing worked on freeing his sister.
“We have to get you out of here before…”
Loud, guttural growls came from behind the door of the boiler room. Without warning, the door busted open as the Melissa McCall in her skin-walker form shot through the doorway. Allison screamed as Stiles nervously pointed his silver dagger at the monster. The beast leaped forcing the teen to shut his eyes.
Out of nowhere, a loud shot rang out. Stiles quickly opened his eyes to see a gaping bullet wound through the skin-walker’s chest. A few more rounds pierced through the beast’s body. Two one the shoulder and one through the head as small black tendrils spread like wildfire through the monster’s body instantly killing her. Shifting back to her human form, Melissa McCall hit the floor with a thud. Her body laid naked and bloody from the many silver bullet wounds she received.
Stiles lifted his eyes to see the culprit who killed the wild animal. Standing at the end of the broken doorway was Laura Hale holding a shotgun. She brought the smoking barrel to her lips and blew away the vapors.
“When did you learn to go all Sarah Connor?” Stiles asked.
“Thank Derek,” grinned the older woman. “My father taught me how to hunt and fish and how to take out a skin-walker with a shotgun. Now move so I can blow away the chains holding your sister.”
Before Stiles can protest, Laura blasted the edge of the floor holding the restraints. Allison lifted the heavy chains and carried it with her.
“You’ll have to find a locksmith to get the manacles off,” the older woman advised.
The trio raced out of the maintenance room and up the stairs as the lacrosse game was reaching the half time play.
With a score of 17 to 3, it seemed that there was no chance that the opposing team would be victorious but the visiting school managed to be resilient. Already, Scott took out a few more players of during the game as the horn signaled for the break in between. Victoria stood up nervously searching for Stiles who had not returned for over half an hour. Digging into her purse, she began calling her husband.
“I know Chris but I have a feeling that something bad is about happen,” she told her husband.
Sheriff Argent remained supportive and agreed to drive over. “I’ll have myself and a few of my squad check out the game. Not to worry, I’m sure it’s only nervous knots with everything that’s been occurring.”
“And Stiles vanished as well,” Victoria continued. “I’m mean it’s been forty five minutes. How long does it take him to get a cell phone from the car?”
“He probably is chatting with some girl…I mean boy in the parking lot,” her husband reassured her from the receiver. “It’s nothing to be worried about.”
“You’re probably right,” the Argent matriarch sighed. “Stiles does get distracted easily. I hope he and Danny patch things up.”
“Are those two on the outs?” Sheriff Argent asked.
“Apparently so,” relied Victoria. “They’re not on speaking terms right now.”
“It’s high school, honey,” explained the sheriff. “One minute the kids like each other. The next minute they’re no longer friends.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they’re work it out,” Victoria nodded.
Suddenly the lights went pitch black. Shadowed faces turned behind the stands to see the fixtures not working. The announcement box reassured them that it was a temporary delay as the lights came back on. Then without warning, screams reverberated through the bleachers. Out on the field a hulking black beast raced through the terrified players. Like a strange blur, the animal swiped at a few players with a sharp claw wounded several of them. Chaos erupted.
“Victoria!” Sheriff Argent shouted through the cell phone. “What’s happening down there?
He could hear the frightened screams echoing from the other end of the line. The Argent matriarch ignored her husband as she the rest of the crowd ran for cover.