Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Sixty Three

"Hey, Dad— you're supposed to be here. Where the hell are you?" Stiles said into the phone, stalking up next to Scott and Kira. The game was about to begin, and Y/n and Mr. Stilinski were no where to be found.

"I'm leaving now... and this conversation is not getting me there any quicker," Mr. Stilinski retorted, hanging up on his son. Stiles looked over to Scott.

"Where is she?" Stiles asked, looking around anxiously. Scott shook his head.

"I think she's still sleeping. The last time I checked on her in the nurses, the lady said she couldn't wake her up. I figured after everything, that was probably a good thing," Scott explained. Stiles sighed, twisting his hands around his Lacrosse stick.

"What? You can't play without your girlfriend watching you?" Liam asked, sarcasm lacing his tone. Stiles glared at him.

"No. It'd just be nice to know that she was alive and well," Stiles snapped. Liam shook his head at Stiles.

"She can take care of herself better than you can," he retorted. Stiles winced, and Scott patted his back.

"He's got a point."

—

I looked down at my hands, a lacrosse stick in my hands. I cursed mentally. I looked forward and saw Liam. He looked really, really angry. I charged at him, but I saw the slight of someone else's lacrosse stick come into view. I felt something sharp, and I fell to the ground after colliding hard with Liam. I saw Stiles' frame, and my eyes widened as I noticed the bottom of a kid's lacrosse stick. It was a blade. I cried out in pain, and Stiles looked back at me. I struggled to sit up, but this body wasn't moving. I screamed, as I felt a burning sensation throughout my body.

"Brett, you okay?" I heard Scott say. I looked over to him, and I felt the arm lift from the ground, reaching out to him.

"Okay, back off! BACK OFF!" Coach shouted. I saw the two guys pull Liam away, and my head leaned back on the ground. Dude, we gotta move, I begged in this kid's brain. I must be Brett. It hurts, I heard in response. I felt a wave of shock. Hello— This kid can hear me.

"All right, Brett, we're gonna pick you up now," a paramedic lifted us up. We need to be very careful, kid. I don't know what you are, or what you're doing here. But— My thoughts were cut off as we entered the school. The kid seemed to be shutting me out. I tried again, but to no avail. How do you open your mouth, when it's not actually your mouth, when you technically don't have one. I felt myself falling to the ground in front of the locker room, the paramedic lying on the ground next to me. Run! I thought desperately. Brett started crawling away, when I felt something wrap around my neck. I cried out in pain.

—

My eyes flew open, and I was lying on the ground. I looked back to the bed, and the pillow had blood on it. I reached a hand up to my nose, pulling it away revealed a smear of red. I groaned, pulling myself off the ground. I took off down the hallway towards the locker room. My throat felt like it was on fire, but at least I knew Stiles and Liam were okay. As I felt another shock of pain, something told me Scott wasn't. I saw the paramedic on the ground, and a woman was holding something around Scott's throat. It was the girl from my dream.

"He said we shouldn't try! But now I've got you! I've got an Alpha! And next— Next we'll get your sister!" She shouted at Scott. I put my hand on the side of her face, scratching into her cheek. I slammed her head into the wall beside us. She fell to the ground, and Scott held the metal wire in his hands. He looked to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked quickly. I turned to Brett, kneeling next to him.

"I saw it happen. This is the girl that killed Carrie, and I think Demarco," I said. Brett looked at me.