Research [Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski]

Run and Hide

Research - Chapter 1: Run and Hide

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or any of it's characters. I only own Hope and her family. Any references to other stories or shows aren't mine either, they are just references. All rights go to their owners.

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"Greenburg, take a lap!" Coach Finstock yelled, and Greenburg shamefully (or not, nobody's sure anymore) dropped his stick and began to run around the edge of the pitch. Hope laughed, and Coach yelled again, "Let's go!" he then stopped, and looked at the first person in line, "McCall! What are you waiting for?" Scott snapped out of his trance and began running froward, only to get barrelled over by Jackson, and almost flying through the air. Hope winced in sympathy.

"Hey, McCall, hey McCall!" Coach was semi-laughing, "You sure you still wanna be first line, McCall? My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead. Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead Grandmother." 

"Yes Coach," Scott responded, and Hope was shocked to hear a slight growl in his voice as he hunched over. 

"I can't hear you."

"Yes coach!"

"Then do it again."

Scott began jogging back, and Coach yelled out, "McCall's gonna do it again!" and mocked him twice. Hope frowned, and leaned forward, feeling interested. The whistle blew, and Scott ran forward, and completely barrelled Jackson over, making Hope smile. Scott then grabbed his helmet and dropped to his feet, and Hope nearly ripped her heels off and ran down and hopped over seats to reach him. She wasn't the only one - Stiles ran over to him as well, and avoided Hope's eyes.

"Scott? Scott!" Stiles' voice was panicked, and Hope went to kneel down beside him, but remembered she was wearing a considerably short, lacy skirt and rethought that decision wisely.

"I can't control it, Stiles. It's happening!" Scott's voice came out as a growl, and Hope tilted her head, feeling confused.

"What's happening? Are you having an orgasm or something?" Hope's voice came out as a joke, but her blue eyes showed concern towards her friend.

"Right here? Now? Come on, get up," Stiles picked up his friend that seemed to be both hyperventilating and growling, and lead him off to the locker room. Hope tagged along, her eyes narrowed and her legs ready to block any sudden movements by either of the boys. She caught sight of a dark, broody boy who looked slightly older than her, and caught his eye, before running after the boys.

Stiles unloaded Scott off, and turned to Hope, "You need to leave - like now." his voice was urgent, but Hope ignored it and crossed his arms.

"No, don't think I will." she said, and Stiles shook her shoulders lightly.

"You need to leave, Hope."

"No - just once I would like some answers, Stiles, just once!" she cried, and Stiles looked down at her, both shocked and torn. He then dragged her into the locker room with him. Her lip curled in triumph and her eyes trailed to Scott.

Stiles went to go down to comfort Scott, "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Scott growled, and both Stiles and Hope fell back in surprise, and began crawling back. The yelling wasn't the terrifying thing to Hope - it was the fangs, and the eyes. The yellow, demonic eyes. She whimpered and moved closer to Stiles, who was desperately trying to pull them both away from him.

Scott had jumped on top of the lockers in front of the terrified pair, and Hope leaned against the lockers in pure terror as Stiles tried to tug her along and navigate them both away. Scott was quicker and faster, and had an upper hand. It was like a leopard trying to catch it's prey, and Hope knew that he would get them. She felt physically ill, and stood as close to Stiles as possible.