Unleashing the Beast Within // Stiles Stilinski

--Chapter Three--

Word Count: 2124

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A week or two had passed since the last close encounter with Stiles and his dragon counterpart. He'd learnt a bit more on how to control the elements, as his father had been helping him. Although his father was not a dragon, his mother was and before she died she taught Stiles as much as she could teach a young child. Claudia taught everything she knew to John so that he could eventually teach Stiles when the time was right.

It was finally Friday and Stiles had just finished his second last period at school. He now had a free period along with the rest of the pack, so he decided to look for his friends but couldn't see them anywhere. Surely they were just in the library studying or something? They wouldn't be purposely hiding from Stiles... Right? Stiles started to fret as many negative thoughts came into his mind. What if Scott had found out about him? What if Stiles had done something wrong and they all hated him? His heart started to pound in his chest as if it was trying to escape his body.

Without a second thought, Stiles ran into the boy's locker room. There was no lacrosse practise on, so the room was empty, lucky for him. Thoughts raced through his mind as he threw himself against the lockers, trying to get a grasp on himself. His body slid down the lockers and landed on the cold floor with a thump, shaking the surrounding lockers. He started breathing heavily as his tail became visible and started moving uncontrollably. Stiles looked down to his hands and was met by a pair of long and sharp black claws. If the transformation was this bad then surely his fangs were out and his eyes were glowing. He looked up towards the ceiling and close his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing and not his surroundings.

His breathing just got more and more out of control. After letting out one more shallow breath, his eyes shot open and a loud growl escaped from his throat. His surroundings shook and the lights above him started flickering. Some of the light bulbs exploded, causing shards of glass to fly everywhere. He shielded his face with his half scaly arm, not that the glass would seriously injure him though.

The room was now dark, the only light being coming from the windows. Stiles jumped up and ran to the showers where the pipes were leaking water everywhere. He must've done that, along with the lights.

Part of being a dragon meant that you could control the elements; water, fire, earth and air. His powers are also attached to his emotions in a way; if he's upset, it rains, if he's angry, there's a thunderstorm. If he is happy, it's sunshine. The weather isn't always based off of Stiles' emotions, it's only connected to Stiles when his emotions are extreme.

Stiles stood with one hand holding him up against the wall that he was facing. The cold water ran trails down his back. His hair was soaked with water and stuck down to his forehead as his clothes stuck to his body like spandex. Soon his breathing became normal and his tail and scales became translucent once more. His fangs retracted back into his gums, replaced with normal, human teeth as his eyes returned to their usual shade of brown.

Stiles turned the shower off but water was still leaking everywhere from the broken pipes. He knelt down and put his hands over the metal to stop the water flow. With a slight squeeze, he had bent the metal back into shape, in turn closing the hole and stopping the leak. A smile found its way across his face as he stood back up and admired his work. He wasn't used to using his strength as he never really had to use it because of Scott and all the other werewolf friends he had. He'd always been skinny, defenseless Stiles to them and that was all he'd ever be.

His smile fell as he heard footsteps coming from down a few halls. It was a group of around five boys coming straight for the locker room! If Stiles were to start worrying again he could lose all control of staying human. Stiles started fretting at the thought and his dragon parts started to show again. He looks down at his claws as his tail comes around to the side of him. What the hell was he meant to do now? The boys were getting closer!