maximillian

Prologue

*Flashback*

Scott ran through the woods towards the old hale house. I lagged behind trying to keep up pace. Even with werewolf strength, I was no where near as fast as he was.

As we approached the house, Scott turned to me. "Max I need you to stay out here and keep watch while I go and get Derek." He stared at me watching me nod before he ran into the dilapidated house. I looked around. The woods were quiet tonight and I didn't know if I should be worried or not.

I looked up at the sky. 'everything that's happened this year has a purpose I reminded myself.' When Scott was bitten, I had already been bitten the night before. When Scott had gone wold for his first full moon, I had already learned from Derek how to control my anger and find my Anchor.

My anchor. Jackson Whittemore. Jackson and I had been friends long before I ever became friends with Scott and Stiles.  I'd always had a crush on him but he'd always been so preoccupied with Lydia Fricken Martin. I had told him about my crush after they had broken up earlier this year but we hadn't really spoken since.

I thought about my friends. Scott and Stiles. I became friends with them as Jackson got more and more popular. I'd never been one for the spotlight so I became friends with the two kids who never truly were in the spotlight. at all.

All of a sudden Scott and Derek burst out of the house. I ran to help them since Derek looked tired and pale. As I reached them, I heard a whizzing noise and I looked at Scott just as an arrow impaled itself into Derek and another into Scott.

I screamed as Derek collapsed, pulling me down with him. My mind was fogged with worry and I barely registered Allison's voice arguing with a women who I later found out was her aunt Kate.

The voices got closer and I heard a grunt of pain and looked over to see Kate stalking toward Scott who was laying on the ground. I tried to get up to help but fell back down as Derek started growling at me.

Everything from that point on was very blurry to me as it happened so fast but I remember Peter killing Kate and I remember Peter grabbing me just as Jackson threw the bottle at him. I remember catching fire. Screaming. Peter slashing his claws through my chest. I was falling.

As I hit the ground I heard yells. Footsteps running toward me. I was gently lifted onto someone's lap. Stiles. "No no no Max. This wasn't supposed to happen." He was crying at that point. I coughed and could feel something wet on my lips. Blood. I looked around and saw Scott kneeling by my side. He was crying. Allison in tears being held by her dad. Jackson. Jackson was standing in shock staring at my fallen body.

He blinked as I weakly lifted my hand to him before he dropped to his knees grasping my hand. "hi" he whispered starting to cry. "sshh" I squeezed his hand. "don't cry. don't cry. it's going to be okay" he looked at me with tears in his eyes. "don't cry?" he scoffed. "mili you're dying. what am I supposed to do now?" he broke down even more as I looked at him crying. "live." I whispered. I could hear Stiles crying above me. Jackson leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Mili..." he whispered sounding completely and utterly broken. "I loved you. I loved you so much." he started sobbing. I smiled at him. "And I you jackson. " I looked around. "Scott. Thank you for being my best friend. my brother. Stiles. Thank you for being my favorite person in the world. The one person I could go to about everything. Allison, it was a pleasure getting to know you."

I could vaguely feel Stiles hugging me and whispering "I will never ever forget you." before everything went black.

They say death hurts. But at that moment, surrounded by the ones I loved, I couldn't feel more at peace.

Until I came back as a ghost that is....