Beautiful Monsters

Part 4

Crowded benches with expecting audience... Friends, allies, enemies, and family. All with the hopes that Beacon Hills would win the match. The sharp, blinding light illuminating the field, making it both easier and harder too see, the puffs of air when 20 teenagers breathe the cold air. 

I on the other hand, was quite hot. It could be with rage, it could also be that I had ran here after getting Lucifer to act as a protector. Stiles was on bench, that didn't mean he wasn't in danger. Not if the Argents were there, I didn't put hurting innocents past them. Not if they burnt the Hale house. 

I came running in after Jackson, who had gotten a shot of- I can't remember what- to help with the pain. I was his backup either way. I tried to control myself whilst playing but with Argents on the bench and my dad, questioning why Stiles isn't on the team, and Jackson being a Jackass. It was considerably hard. 

Which made me remember wise words from a deceased friend. "Control is really overrated, I mean I didn't get this far without losing control... neither did you buttercup." 

We played the game, and I wasn't one to admit to violence but things were getting out of hand quite quickly. I was targeting my rage towards the other team. Jackson was targeting his on Scott. I passed the ball to him anyway and let him score. Lydia held up the WE LUV U JACKSON banner and I rolled my eyes. Such a people pleaser. 

The team was then told not to pass to McCall and I nodded. Scott had recently been pushing my buttons in the wrong ways. Jackson scored the goal. Then I scored one interesting goal which put one of the rival's team in the hospital. 

Scott used his wolf face to scare the other team into giving him the ball then scored. WE now had a tie. I had the ball, I swiftly dodged a rival players ambush only for Scott to shove me to the ground. My ankle broke, making Scott stop. He was wolfing out. Jackson came to me just as my ankle snapped back. 

He looked genuinely worried as Scott wasn't scoring. That was until just before the timer went off. His ball went flying and he made the last score. The winning goal. I felt my vision change as everyone came onto the field. 

I then went after Scott as everyone else were celebrating and heading home. I notice Allison walk out with a blush visible on her cheeks, along with the tacky smile and movement of her lips as she walks, they made out. 

I glare at her as we walk past each other and I charged into the changing rooms. I faintly heard Stiles' frantic voice, I just stormed past him and still had a little limp as I pushed Scott with a bit too much force. He stumbled back a bit and gave me a confused look. I pulled out a knife from my boot and held it tightly as I took a step back. 

"DO YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU WERE?!" I yelled. "Alex-" "NOT NOW STILES!" I shushed him. 

"How close to what?" Scott questioned and I instinctively threw the blade at him. It scratched his cheek and left a purple cloud at the cut. He gave me a surprised look. 

"Close to being DISCOVERED you FUCKING MORON!!" I snapped. He felt his cheek heal and pulled the blade out of the wall it had embedded in. "Why do you have wolfsbane blades?" 

"It doesn't take a genius to know why. NOR DOES it take a baby's IQ to figure out what you are. ESPECIALLY IF You keep on going like you are!" I sneered. My anger was rising, I was getting out of hand. I took a deep breath and stood back. 

"I think we better leave," Stiles interfered, glancing at me with weary eyes. 

He hated it when I got calm whilst angry, that mean that I was trying to detain myself from more severe problems. 

I ran into Chris on my way out, Lucifer barking loudly at him. "Sit!" I demanded and he stopped. I turned to him and his wife. Allison was in the car, waiting for them. "You were good out there, how's the leg?" Mrs. Argent asked.