Savage: A Derek Hale/ Teen Wolf Fanfic

Chapter Five

Later on that day, I was back to watching the boys practice. This time, it was to make sure Scott didn’t turn right in the middle of one and expose himself to the whole damned team. They were running drills again, and it seemed that the guy from before, Jackson, was more pissed off than ever.

The coach called up Scott, and he took off into a run, right up to Jackson, who slammed him down to the ground like he weighed nothing. I flinched, hoping this wouldn’t get Scott riled up.

Nope. He was pissed.

“McCall’s gonna do it again!” The coach announced.

Scott got into line again, and the whistle blew, making him thunder forward. He finally reached Jackson and rammed into him, knocking the poor boy flat into the ground. I saw Scott fall to his knees and run towards him, Stiles doing the same, while the rest of the team ran to Jackson, who was holding his shoulder.

“Scott? Scott, you okay?” I asked, looking at him.

“I can’t control it, Osiris. It’s happening.” He panted.

Stiles’ eyes widened. “What? Right here? Now?”

I grabbed onto his shoulders, making him stand up. “Come on. Get up. Come on. Come on.”

Stiles and I ran him back to the locker room, leaving the field. I saw Derek stand behind the bleachers as we passed, his face blank of emotion. I shot him a look, hoping he got the message that we had it under control.

We finally got to the locker room and Scott began to shed his gear, holding onto the walls for support.

“You okay? Scott, you okay?” I looked at him, hoping he calmed down.

Scott looked up, his eyes a brilliant yellow and his fangs in full view. “Get away from me!”

I fell back, scurrying away as Scott came after me. I finally stood up and ran away from him, trying to find something that would help me fend him off. I slammed against a locker, Stiles right behind me, and watched as Scott easily clambered up on top of them, his stance defensive. I fell back against another row of lockers and continued to run away, hoping that Scott would get a handle on himself. He climbed on a ledge right above us, and we desperately looked for something to throw at him and wake him up. I finally spotted a fire extinguisher that was right beside Stiles.

“Stiles! The fire extinguisher!” I yelled.

He turned and grabbed it, struggling to set it up. He pointed the nozzle towards Scott and pressed the trigger, spreading all the white stuff on him. Scott thrashed around until he finally settled down, landing on one of the benches.

“Osiris…Stiles…” He breathed, taking his helmet off.

We rounded the corner, Stiles with the extinguisher still in his arms.

“What happened?” Scott whispered.

Stiles let our weapon fall, approaching Scott. “You tried to kill us.”

“It’s like we told you before. It’s the anger. It’s your pulse rising. It’s a trigger.” I explained, sitting in front of him and running my hands through my hair.

“But it’s lacrosse. It’s a pretty violent game, if you haven’t noticed.” Scott sighed.

I shrugged. “Well, it’s gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can’t play Saturday. You’re gonna have to get out of the game.”

Scott shook his head. “I’m first line.”

Stiles sighed, before looking up. “Not anymore.”