All We Are

Chapter 27

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

By the time I got myself and Isaac back on the field the lights had been shut off and absolute chaos was erupting, we were too late. Someone knocked into us, and I stumbled forward, Isaac grabbed me by the waist steadying me.

"Are you alright?" He asked me; he had to yell because of the pandemonium.

"I need to find my Uncle," I told him.

He nodded.

"Go. I'm good now, I'll find Scott." He told me.

I felt his hands for a second longer before he placed a kiss on the side of my head and took off.

"UNCLE JOHN!" I yelled scanning the darkened crowds trying to find any sign of him, nothing. I should have stayed at the stadium, I should have stayed with him.

"UNCLE JOHN!" I tried again.

"CHARLIE!" That voice had never sounded sweeter, I ran to its owner and flung my arms around him.

"Are you-" He started.

"I'm fine, what happened?"

"I'm not sure, have you seen your cousin?"

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I never thought about Stiles, I just assumed he'd be fine but he was on the field with Jackson, how could I have left him alone?

"What, yo-you haven't found him?"

"No, he was on the field I-"

We both broke off there was a large crowd hovering around a fallen player, we heard Lydia shriek.

No, please God, no.

Uncle John and I both headed towards the body. The voice was taunting me again, but I ignored it.

I hated myself for it, but I let out a sigh of relief when I saw the body, it wasn't Stiles, it was number 37 whoever-

I looked at the body on the ground again and felt myself go weak. It was Jackson. Yes, the same Jackass I loved the hate. I thought I would want to see him dead after what happened at the precinct but looking down at him as Lydia wailed over him, I couldn't bring myself to hate him. He had been a slave to Matt and now Gerard, who knew how powerful their pull was. He was a slave because he was the Kanima, and he was the Kanima because he didn't know himself. He was my cousin; his mother had been stolen from him possibly because of my mother. I had wanted to talk to him about it all, but everything happened so fast, now there might not be a chance.

I kept waiting for Stiles to come up, I saw Isaac and Scott talking, but I didn't pay attention I was too busy looking for my third boy. In all honesty, my favorite boy.

"Stiles" I called.

There were people rushing by me towards Jackson's body, but none of them was Stiles.

"Stiles?"

Melissa and Lydia were working on Jackson now. Stiles was still nowhere to be seen. I looked over to Uncle John; he didn't seem to be faring any better.

"Stiles?" Uncle John called. "Where is my son."

I walked over to him, but he kept walking frantically.

"W-Where's my son?" He kept repeating it over and over.

"Stiles!" I yelled if this was some joke it wasn't funny anymore.

I reached out and grabbed Uncle John's hand, we needed Stiles.

"Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles?" He demanded.