Scott McCall | Monster

One

I sob loudly as Stiles lay dying in my arms. My whole body shakes. I couldn't lose my best friend. Stiles squeezes my hand. "Hey... it's gonna be alright," Stiles says shakily, attempting a small smile. This makes my heart break more. He's the one dying, yet he's stronger than me about it. "Stiles, you shouldn't have saved me," I cry. Stiles shakes his head.

"No, I had to. I couldn't let you be killed," Stiles explains. It's my turn to shake my head sadly at him.

"And I can't just sit here and watch you die," I whisper, my voice cracking. I look down and look at the sword wound in Stiles' chest. It went all the way through to his back, and I couldn't stop the bleeding. Stiles' breathing slows a little. "I don't think you have a choice," He tells me. I shake my head in denial.

"No, we can save you! I-I-I can take you to Deaton's and-" I say before Stiles cuts me off.

"It's too late for any of that, Scott. And it's okay." He insists. I bury my face into Stiles' shoulder, bawling my eyes out. I look back into Stiles' eyes a couple moments later. "Thanks for always being there for me," Stiles tells me. I half cry and half laugh.

"And thank you for always being there for me." I reply. I hear Stiles' heart slowing. No, no, no. This can't be happening. "Tell my dad that I love him... and Scott? Be brave..." Stiles says and takes in his final breath. He goes completely still as his eyes lose their spark. The room is deadly quiet for a couple seconds before I break the silence. "No!" I scream, sobbing into Stiles' shirt. I feel someone try to pry me away but I shove them off. My best friend, my brother, was gone.

Seconds feel like minutes, and minutes feel like hours. Each moment hurts more than the last. After a long time, I lift my head up from Stiles' chest and look into his now dull eyes. I gently press on them so they would close. My breathing hitches. "You'll always be in my heart," I whisper to my brother, giving him one final hug. I then turn around with a tear stained face to look at everyone else. They are either hanging their heads, crying, or are hugging one another. The man who had killed Stiles and attempted to kill me was nowhere to be seen. I have never seen him before today. I don't understand why he would do this. "I swear, I'm going to find the man who killed Stiles and I'll tear him apart limb from limb!" I shout to no one in particular. I clench my hands into fists when I feel them shake uncontrollably. I will find him. Even if it's the death of me.

Kira, who has bloodshot eyes, walks over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I feel myself beginning to shift. "Scott, you need to calm down," She tells me in a hoarse voice.

"No, I can't calm down! I can't..." I break off as I start crying again. As I clench my fists together, I feel blood trickling down and onto the floor. My claws are digging into my skin and it hurts, but I don't care. I let out the biggest howl I could muster, in honour of Stiles. The other werewolves in the pack do the same. After several long minutes, I start to get myself together. I stop crying uncontrollably, and I shift back to human form. I hug Kira tightly. I then walk over to the rest of the pack and hug them too. After all this, I walk back to Stiles' body. I pick him up. "I've got to bring him to his dad," I tell the others. They nod. With that, we walk out of the abandoned building.

Eventually, I make it to Sheriff Stilinski's house. Kira and Derek were the only ones who followed me back here, but I'm grateful for their support. Derek walks to the door and knocks. A moment later, Stiles' dad opens it. As he looks down at Stiles' limp body in my arms, he breaks down. Kira and Derek help him onto the sofa in the living room while I put Stiles on the floor. Sheriff Stilinski, or John, gets down on the floor and cradles Stiles in his arms, crying loudly. I feel my own heart ache. Soon, it becomes hard for me to breathe. There is a ringing in my ears. I run upstairs to the bathroom, locking myself in. I look down at my hands which are shaking uncontrollably. I slide down onto the floor and hug my knees, rocking back and forth. My vision goes blurry. I realize that I'm having a panic attack. If only Stiles were here, he would have found a way to calm me down... This thought makes me get worse. I breathe rapid and hitched breaths, and I grip my hair in my hands. My short breaths turn into whimpers, which turn into sobs. I feel a pain in my head. I pull my hands away from my hair, finding blood on my newly grown claws. I stand up and look in the mirror. My eyes are glowing bright red and I can see my fangs starting to grow. Come on Scott, control it! I grip the sides of the basin, looking down for a moment. When I look up again, I see that I've fully shifted. I turn the tap on and wash my face with cold water. Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door. "Uh, just a minute!" I call out, anxiety clear in my voice.

"Scott are you alright?" Kira asks, sounding concerned.

"Yeah, fine, I'll be down in a minute, alright?" I answer, trying to keep calm. I hear her walk off. Just then, I fall to the bathroom floor and curl up into a ball and shut my eyes. Eventually, after a good half an hour, my panic attack fades away but I stay curled up, my eyes closed. I eventually fall asleep. I wake up a while later on John's couch. I look around me sleepily and confused. Just then, Derek and John walk into the living room, talking in hushed tones. I don't bother to listen in. I look around the room desperately. I get up too quickly, resulting in a headache. I place a hand on my head. "Wh-where's Stiles?" I ask in a shaky voice. Derek and Sheriff Stilinski exchange a look.

"We... Had to take his body to the hospital. They're examining him now, I assume." John answers, voice cracking. I still can't believe that this is happening. I shake my head. "Please tell me this is just some nightmare," I plead, my voice barely over a whisper. John sighs. "No, unfortunately it's not. I wish it was a nightmare too,' He replies after a moment. Suddenly, Kira walks into the room. She walks over to me. She attempts to grab my hand, but I pull it away. She frowns. "I'm sorry but... I don't think I'm in the mood for anything romantic right now," I explain. Kira nods understandingly.

"I suggest you go home and get a good night's sleep, Scott. Not just a nap on the couch," Derek suggests. I sigh and then nod. "I guess I'll see you all later then." I begin. I then walk over to John.

"And I'm so sorry for your loss Mr Stilinski," I whisper, giving the man a tight hug. He hugs back.

"And I'm sorry for yours. I know he was like a brother to you". He replies as we pull apart. I feel a few tears drip down my face. I wave and smile faintly in farewell before I exit the house. As I walk away, a bunch of questions start to swirl around in my mind. Why Stiles? Why my brother, who had done nothing wrong? Why did the world have to punish him? To punish me? Why couldn't it have been me, like it should've been? How could a person kill such a caring and loyal person like Stiles? I feel my blood boil. I punch the wall next to me out of anger. It starts to crack. My heart rate increases, and I can't slow it down. I try to fight the anger, but it was no use. I growl as I take off running not to my home, but to the forest.