Scott McCall | Monster

Two

I run as fast as I can. Within minutes, I'm in the forest. Vicious growls erupt from the back of my throat. I look down to see my fingernails elongating into claws. I feel my fangs growing in my mouth, and I can assume my eyes are a bright, burning red. I touch the tip of my ears, which were now pointed. What was happening to me? Why was I losing control? I eventually stop running, breathing heavily on the spot. I look up at the night sky. The moon is almost full. I close my eyes, trying to calm myself down. Eventually, it works. I breathe a sigh of relief. I quickly run back home, hoping my mom won't be mad that I was out so late.

As I enter the house, I notice that all the lights are off. Nobody is home yet. A wave of relief rushes through me. I'm glad I don't have to explain why I was so late. I turn on the living room light. I grab my phone and check the time. 12:30am. Shouldn't Mom be home by now? Worry starts to seep into my heart and mind. Suddenly, I hear the front door open. I run to the entrance. My mom is standing there, looking tired and sad. "How come you were at work for so long?" I ask. Mom sighs. "I think you know why, Scott. When Stiles' body arrived, it was mayhem. I tried to look for any sign of life, but sadly, there wasn't. I sent the body to the morgue. I also had to comfort the Sheriff. He's more distraught and upset then he lets on." She answers. My heart starts to ache again. I try to ignore it, but I can't. My eyes start swelling up with tears. I hate it. I hate that someone killed Stiles. I hate that I don't know how to track them down. I hate that Stiles is now known as a body, not a person. I hate that my brother was taken away from me. It should've been me. I hate that I didn't die. I run into my mom, giving her a tight hug as I cry into her arms. "It's my fault," I whisper between sobs. Mom rubs my back gently. "Don't ever say things like that Scott. You know that Stiles would never want you to think that." She says.

"But I was the one that should have been killed. The man was aiming for me. Stiles sacrificed himself for me." I say in a voice so quiet, I'm surprised that my mom can hear. She pulls me closer, if that were even possible. She kisses the top of my head. "You need to get some sleep, honey. I'll see you in the morning." She advises. I nod slowly. I then break way from Mom and walk up the stairs to my room. I throw my shirt off, which was covered in blood. I quickly change into the sweatpants that I wear to bed. I quickly hop into the comfy bed, pulling the quilt over me. I close my eyes, trying to get some sleep. At first, nothing happens. Memories of Stiles flash through my mind. We've been through so much together. He was the first one to help me when I became a werewolf. He saved me from committing suicide. I never thanked him for it. And now, I'll never get the chance. I feel fresh tears fall down my face. After an hour or so, I finally fall asleep with tear stained cheeks.

I wake up feeling the warmth of sunlight spreading across my face. I open my eyes slowly and sit up. I stretch my arms put before I get out of bed. I pull on some new pants and a shirt. Suddenly, I remember the tragic events of yesterday. I push down the feelings of sadness, guilt and panic before I walk downstairs to make some breakfast. I hear my phone go off, signalling I have a message. I walk over to it and look at the message. It was from Kira. 'There's a full moon tonight. Are you going to be okay?' I read the message a few times before it really starts to sink in. Dread courses through me. I text Kira that I'll be fine. However, I know deep down that I won't be, not in the state I'm in. But I can't let people know that. I sigh as I place my phone in my pocket. Today is gonna be a long day, I can feel it.

Once I'm ready for school, I grab my stuff and head out to my motorbike. I hop on and drive to Beacon Hills High School quickly. Once I get there, I get off my bike and rush into the school. I make my way to the library and sit in a dim corner. I don't want anyone to notice me. I don't want to talk to anyone. I'm still too upset for that. If I tried to talk to one of my friends, I'd probably break down. I stay in the corner until the bell rings from above me. I sigh as I walk to my first class. I sit in the corner at the back of the room, hoping no one will pay me much attention. Unfortunately, Lydia sits next to me. "I know you're not okay from last night, I'm not either, but I hope you know the pain will get better. Life will get better." Lydia says in an attempt to comfort me. I ignore her and stare at the board in front of us, waiting for Coach to arrive. I hear Lydia sigh and turn away from me. I feel guilty for shutting her out like that, but I don't know what else to do. If I had tried to talk, I'd probably break down. In fact, it took all my energy not to when she talked about last night. Suddenly, Coach walks into the room.

"Good morning class. I've uh, got some terrible news..." Coach begins, with actual sadness in his voice. This was a new one. I didn't think Coach would ever show his true feelings to a bunch of teenagers that he claims that destroy his life. However, I know what he's going to say and I really wish he wouldn't say it. "Stiles Stilinski, a member of this class, was... murdered last night." Coach explains. I hear gasps of shock and dismay. Many of the students didn't know Stiles, but as normal human beings should, they feel sadness over his death and regret not knowing him. I glance over at Danny quickly. He's looking down at his desk and has a hand running through his hair. I catch a scent of his sadness, stress, guilt and confusion. I turn away from him and face Coach again. He's looking towards me with a sympathetic gaze. I shift uncomfortably in my chair. "McCall was the closest to Stilinski. I suggest that you all do your best to comfort him over the next couple of days. He's just lost his best friend. I don't even want to imagine how that must feel." Coach says, still looking at me. Everyone else turns to look at me too. I feel my heart beat quicken. I don't like this. Why did Coach have to say that last part? He's just made me feel worse! My breathing becomes hitched. I try to control it. I look down at my desk and concentrate on the speck of dirt. It's not much, but it's enough for me to keep from turning into a werewolf right here, right now.

Coach then begins the lesson, to my relief. I try to pay attention to what he's saying but I can't. My eyes always drift over to gaze at the empty desk, the desk where Stiles should be sitting. Each time I look over there, a pang of sadness washes over me. The lesson feels like it goes on forever. Just as I'm starting to consider to just walk out, the bell rings and Coach dismisses us. I run out of the classroom in a hurry. I decide that I'll skip the rest of my lessons for the day. I don't want students and teachers to keep pestering me and asking if I'm okay. I walk out of the school, knowing that Lydia is watching. I don't care though. I jump onto my motorbike and drive away from the high school. After a while of driving, I turn my bike to the side of the road and stop. I jump off the motorbike and pull the helmet off of my head quickly. I toss the helmet to the ground. My heart beats faster. I know it's a full moon tonight. I can already feel it. I still can't understand why I was losing so much control. I've already mastered my transformations on full moons. Tonight however, I'm not so sure about it.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, I've just been really busy with my schoolwork and my other stories. I've also had some writers block. Hopefully I'll be able to update this story more regularly. I have a good idea at where this is going, I just need to find a way to write it. I'll try my best.