Balance

Prolouge

She escaped. Scott looked out the door, the darachs scent long gone. The storm ending. He felt it. The darkness around his heart growing with every breath. Stiles' dad, Allison's dad, and his mom... were dead.

She won. 

Scott stood up, walking away from Derek, who had his throat slashed out, pieces of glass stuck in his body. Deucalion was unrecognizable. 

Not enough left to identify the demon wolf. He went out the door, feeling a darkness that had settled on his hometown.

He had to find his friends, before Jennifer left she said this was the end and the beginning. She said that his kind didn't belong, that werewolves were nothing but a plague. She was leaving to kill his friends.

With a goal set in mind, a strong enough goal to convince him to keep going, he started running through the woods. Knowing his friends would be be neer the nemeton.

About 5 minutes later he found the stump, the ground around it caved in. The smell of blood, and death. From the three parents. He looked over at the small group of people. Issac, Allison, and Stiles.

Allison sobbed into Isaac's shoulder as Stiles just sat there. Looking at nothing. His eyes glazed over. Both of his best friends were orphans, technically he was now too.

He went towards Stiles, at least Allison was letting her emotions run. Scott had already cried. Now it was time to make sure there weren't any more bodies to bury.

Scott shook Stiles' shoulder, the boy didn't even blink. 

"Come on Stiles." He made no move, or change in posture. Scott ended up carrying him bridal style, Issac carrying Allison the same way. All the way to the hospital. 

He hadn't realized until now that both the humans were hurt. Allison's leg was bleeding badly and Stiles had a head injury along with blood all over him, Scott knew most of it wasn't Stiles' but some of it was. All 4 of their clothes were in tatters, all covered in some amount of blood.

About 10 minutes later they found their way to the hospital, the minute they stepped inside people were yelling. Stiles had fallen asleep in his arms, as Allison had. But with the head injury it was cause for worry.

Someone pulled Stiles out of his arms, he looked up and saw it was his dad, Rafael placed Stiles on the stretcher as Allison was also laid on one. He felt his dad shaking his shoulders, trying to get him to respond. But Scott didn't want to. 

He wanted everything to stop, to end. He wanted this madness to end, he wanted his mom and his best friends parents to be alive.

Then he felt his father hugging him, something he hadn't done for Scott since he was little. Scott broke down in his father's arms, no longer able to control his emotions.

Finally he could hear again. His father asked one question over and over again.

"What happened?"

Authors Note -

This story will most likely be depressing, and I'm debating a main character dying in the end..

I'm warning you now.

Anyway, life's been hard. Get this, my parents aren't really happy with me watching supernatural, so now they make me do. Not only my dishes but my siblings as well when I watch it. If I don't clean they turn it off, I either need to be doing dishes or 100% caught up with homework.

And on top of all of that I only get to watch 6 episodes a week's or they cancel Netflix. Does anyone elses parents do this or just mine?

Also, I've been wanting to write a SPN / TW crossover for a while now, and now I can! My aunt and I are going to do another story together, where she writes the SPN parts and I write TW. So far it's working well.

First chapter should be out either next week or whenever we finish it. Lol.

I had an idea for a Stallison story, would anybody be interested in that?

Anyways, here's the meme.

If this drives you crazy as well, we are in the same boat.

Anyway, question for the week is,

What's your favorite TV besides TeenWolf?

Good luck answering that.

I've got to go do stuff now, have a awesome day!

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