Incandescent | Stiles Stilinski

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Takes place during Teen Wolf Season 2 Episode 1 Omega

There was a lot of unknown when it came to the supernatural world. A lot of bumps and misdirection and way too much to try and comprehend in just one moment. But Beacon Hills was about to begin anew. Its expedition of delving into the supernatural expanding as Scott Mccall was bitten deep within the woods of the small town with his best friend looking for a dead body at the beginning of sophomore year. The boy had turned into a werewolf and with his best friend by his side, they discovered more about the world they hadn't known even existed before. But now with the another semester beginning, there were loose ends that needed to be tied and more strings to get involved. One of them lied in the middle of that exact forest.

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Scarlet's eyes shot open and she sharply inhaled the fresh air. She was staring up at the trees and wildlife that was surrounding her before she leaned forward on her elbows, coughing vigorously. Blood splattered from her mouth onto the wooden surface and when the coughing fit settled, she sat up fully able to take in her surroundings. She was sitting a large stump that essentially expelled energy and power which she could feel coursing through her body once again. She could only assume by what she could remember that this was the Nematon that resided near Beacon Hills. She dug through her memories, nails scratching the surface below her as she boiled in anger over the reason she ended up here. She sat there for a moment thinking about what to do next. She had to get to a phone and she had to comprehend when it was and how much time she had lost.

The girl stood up and brushed off her bare figure as she began stumbling through the forest. Still getting used to consciousness, she used trees she passed to keep her up and steady. She began letting her instincts lead her in a somewhat concrete direction as she desperately racked her mind for the layout to the town known as Beacon Hills from her current location. She continued walking through the forest and she heard a scream in the distance but even from where she stood, it was clear as day. She knew exactly what it was but she kept walking. A branch cracked from a couple of miles away from the same location. Her head quickly snapped to that direction before proceeding on her way telling herself that it was a problem for later. She wandered through the rough twigs and leaves laying on the ground, some pricking the skin on the bottom of her feet making them bleed. She was overwhelmed with feelings of being alive once again. As she neared the edge of the forest the Beacon Hills Police Station came into view and she sighed relieved.

Her long hair partially covered her upper body and she tried to cover herself as fully as she could with her hands as she pushed through the door. When she entered the police station she glanced around cautiously and thankfully only saw a young woman standing behind the counter in a police uniform.

"Hello, how may I help - you?" She looked up dragging out the end of the sentence looking the nude girl over shocked and trying to not linger her eyes.

"I don't specifically know how to explain the current situation I'm in. But I will try to give you a shortened version. I woke up in the middle of the woods and can't recall anything before roughly 20 minutes ago." said Scarlet as she put on a confused, scared tone as she somewhat lied.

"Here take this. For now, you can sit in one of those chairs over there and I'll go get the sheriff and we'll see how to help you from there." She smiled as she passed Scarlet an officers jacket that was sitting on a chair and went to the back to get a first aid kit. She handed it to the girl and walked back into the station.

Scarlet walked over to a seat shrugging the jacket on after she placed the first aid kit down on the chair. She glanced down at the jacket noticing it had a nametag that read 'Stilinski.' She walked over to the counter while buttoning the jacket, shuffling through the papers left on the table. She had gathered up a sheet from the current day as it had the freshest ink, even her new nose could pick up on it. She brought it over to the chair and set it down in front of her on the table. She opened the first aid kit and took out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. She read the date being Monday, February 21st, 2012. It's been six years. She sighed, her voice getting stuck in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. She stood up and walked over to the counter putting the sheet back.