Scott McCall looked down at his best friend, Stiles Stilinski, dying on the ground. "Stiles!!" Scott screamed, leaning down. He had recently been impaled through the heart by shapeshifing-teleporting Werewolf. He took his arm, attempting to take his pain.
"Stiles..." Scott mumbled, holding in his tears. Scott took his arm, attempting to take Stiles' pain. "It's not going to work, Scott..." Stiles said under his breathe. "It... It has to work..." Scott said. "It has to work!" Scott repeated, this time a little louder.
"It's okay, Scott..." Stiles said to him, letting out a small smile. "No, Stiles it's no okay!" Scott yelled. "It is..." Stiles mumbled, coughing up blood. It's not!" Scott yelled, trying to take his pain more. "You have helped me through a lot, Scott.. And I am thankful for that... All the panic attacks... Rejects from Lydia... Wh-When my mom died..." Stiles managed to get out.
"Stiles, don't leave me... Please! You're all I have left!" Scott said to Stiles, crying hysterically. "Scott... Do something for me..." Stiles muttered, taking in one last gasp of breathe. "Wh-What..." Scott asked. Stiles all of a sudden looked good as new. "Wake up."
Scott opened his eyes in his bed, screaming at the top of his lungs. His mom ran him, calming him. "Scott!" She yelled, grabbing his shoulders. Scott finally calmed down, his face bright red. "What's wrong, honey?!" Asked Scott's mom, holding him tightly.
"I had... I had a nightmare..." He said, panting heavily. Scott looked at his hands, counting the right amount of fingers, to make sure this wasn't a dream too. Sure enough, it wasn't. He felt like the dream was real. It didn't feel like a dream... A lot like a... Like a vision. This was going to happen... But when?
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The Tunnel
ActionScott McCall had a vision about all his friends dying. And now that vision has come true. Scott could have saved them, but he didn't. After this, his whole life begins to fall apart. More people are killed, he loses more friends. Scott loses everyth...
