The Tunnel

Four

Scott ran through the forest, screaming and yelling Stiles' name. He followed the sound of the roars and shouts. He then turned around a tree, seeing the werewolf dragging Stiles. "SCOTT HELP ME!" Stiles yelled, trying to grip onto the grass. The werewolf just kept running, Scott taking off to chase him.

The werewolf was much faster than Scott, Scott couldn't catch up to him. The werewolf knocked trees down, which slowed down Scott. Scott knew what he had to do. He climbed up the tall tree next to him, to the tallest branch. He saw the werewolf running below. He swung, and fell all the way to the ground. He landed right on the werewolf, knocking Stiles out of his grip and falling down.

Stiles lay against a tree, holding his side, which was bleeding. "You okay?!" Scott asked, worried about his friend. "Yeah, just a small cut..." Stiles replied. Scott then turned around, and to his own surprise, the werewolf was gone. "Thank god..." Scott muttered. Allison and Lydia were dead... And Scott couldn't save them.

Just then, the tree Stiles was leaning on fell to the ground, crushing Stiles. "AHH!" Stiles screamed, and before Scott could react, the werewolf appeared, grabbing Stiles by the leg. He smashed him to the ground, numerous times like Hulk did to Loki in the Avengers, and then chucked him yards, as Stiles smashed his skull onto a tree, falling unconscious.

"STILES!" Scott screamed. Scott was NOT gonna lose Stiles too. He is not going to let that happen. Even if it means him no longer being... The True Alpha.

Scott couldn't help himself. He was losing control. Lydia was dead, Allison was dead, Stiles could be dead! And all because of HIM! Scott was transforming... Into his full form. The part he couldn't control.

Scott leaped into the air, dodging a swing of the werewolves claws. He landed on the werewolves head, clawing his claws into the werewolves eyes. The werewolf roared, swinging his claws up at Scott.

To dodge it, Scott front flips over its head, as its eyes came flying out of the werewolves head. The werewolf roared, as he couldn't see. Scott then ran up to to the werewolf, and beat the absolute crap out of him. He clawed at his legs, arms, chest, and then he knocked the werewolf to the ground. "Goodnight..." Scott said, smirking, as he threw his claws into the werewolves chest. It roared, and then... It was dead.

Scott killed it. Scott McCall, the True Alpha, the one who never killed anyone, killed it! Scott then saw a small bottle on the ground, that came from the werewolf, and picked it up. Scott transformed back into his human form, put the bottle into his pocket, and fell to his knees.

He just killed something... Out of anger. What will he do next? What could be horrible then this?! Scott leaped up, running all the way to Stiles, who is bleeding from his skull, unconscious.

"Wake up... Wake up... Wake... Up..." Scott muttered, voice shaking. He tried to take his pain, Stiles still remained unconscious. "Stiles... Please... Your all I have left..." Scott said, tears running down his face. He looked down. There was no hope... Stiles must be d- "don't worry, Scott... You still got me..." Scott heard Stiles say.

Scott jerked his head up, leaning over Stiles. "Thank god!" Scott yelled, hugging Stiles, who was on the ground. Scott leaned up, to see Stiles' mouth wide open, blood pouring from it. "STILES?!" Scott yelled. How is this possible?! HE'S OKAY! "Sc-Scott... Thank you... You h-helped me through every-thing... When I met you, twelve years ago, I instant-instantly knew you would always be my best friend..." Stiles said to Scott, voice shaking.

"Stiles... Please don't do this to me! Don't die!" Scott told Stiles, voice shaking. How was he dying?! This doesn't make any sense?! "Scott... I wouldn't be where I am now, without y-you... When my mother died, you h-helped me... Thank you, so much... Your my be-best friend, and always will be..." Scott spit out. His head fell back, and his eyes closed.

Stiles was dead.

Scott hysterically cried, leaning down on his best friend. Scott lost everyone... Scott then looked down at Stiles' stomach. He couldn't believe what he saw. Scott's claws in Stiles stomach. It was making so much sense now. Stiles didn't die from the tree, he died from... Scott. Scott's mouth dropped. He killed his best friend, without even realizing it! OUT OF ANGER! Scott ripped his claws out of Stiles' dead body, and looked into the sky.

He roared, louder than he has ever before, and fell to his knees. His bright-red True Alpha eyes, turned to a darker, red, Alpha eyes. The three people he cared most about in life, dead. And the one he cared about the most? He killed. Scott killed Stiles.