Awoken Chaos

Chapter 5

Allison led Scott onto the bus, pressing her lips to his, and never breaking as they walked backwards down the aisle. Allison teased him by running to the end of the bus and sat down in the last seat. In the darkness of the night, she couldn't see Scott as his eyes glowed their abnormal color. He approached her and suddenly the mood changed, Scott felt the atmosphere alter from lust to fear. Allison saw his transformed face and stood up terrified while Scott crept closer towards her.

"Scott?" Her voice cracked by the tightness of her throat as she backed up into the bus' back door.

The once innocent, bushy haired boy didn't answer, he only lunged for her throat with his claws. With Alli's fast reflexes she had dodged him and ran for the front of the bus, but when she got to the door it wouldn't open. Scott's eyes sharpened as his eyes landed on his prey. He ran for her, pulling her ankles down and dragging her body to him.

"Aaahhhh! Scott, please. . ." Allison cried as she watched the love of her life bring his clawed hand up and slashed her throat. Blood splattered across Scott's face, but he kept going, tearing her into shreds.

"So you killed her?" Brooke asked Scott while they walked into school Monday morning. Scott shook his head.

"I'm not sure because I woke up. I was all sweaty and I-I could barely breathe. It's ju- I've never had a dream like that before, you know." Scott lied to show that he hadn't lost all of his sanity.

"I get dreams like that, although they usually don't end in murder. They usually-"

"No! Stop. I do not wanna hear anything that is that personal about you, ever." Brooke spatted before Stiles could go into detail of his wet dreams. Ew, Brooke shivered mentally, that's just really, seriously gross.

"Yeah, I don't need to know that much detail about you in bed." Scott said.

"Well I think-"

"Don't say that either. You're gonna tell me it's because I'm nervous for my date tomorrow with Allison." Scott chewed Stiles out. From the look Stiles gave off that was exactly what he was gonna say. Brooke tried a different route.

"I think you're doing pretty well Scott, especially since there isn't a Lycanthropy 101 class you can take. Well, that the three of us can take." Brooke smiles. Scott grinned, but then a hit of realization crossed his face.

"What if I get a teacher?" He suggested and the look on his face made Brooke scold herself for giving him an idea. A terrible, murderous, idea.

"Who, Derek?" Stiles questioned in disbelief.

"Are you forgetting that we almost got him put in jail for the murder of his last living relative?" Brooke added.

"I know, I'm completely aware of that. I just. . . I can't get over how real that dream felt." Scott's face said it all, he had become deeply and truly worried about this. The one thing he cared about were his friends and family, and if he were to be the one to hurt them, it would kill him.

The small band of misfits walked by the wall of mirrors and spotted yellow police tape covering half of the bus parking lot. Scott grew pale instantly as he recognized the area from his dream last night. One bus is the center of the crime scene. The back door, basically the whole back, of the bus is ripped away, the sides filled with dents, and bus appeared more red than yellow. Scott even noticed claw marks on the back row of seats, as well as the bus doors.

Stiles turned to Brooke, they both forcefully threw Scott around and dragged him back into the hallway. Away from the police filled lot.

The two tried their best to keep Scott calm, but he only got more worried when Allison wasn't responding to his texts. No one would ever suspect Scott to murder someone, but then again no one ever thought he'd make first line. Scott really thought he did it, and it began to crush him. His fear and worry started to trigger a shift, Scott punched a deep hole into Jackson's dull blue locker. The second he sees the destruction, Scott backed away in distress and bumped into someone. Books and papers scattered the floor.