Teen Wolf

Author's Note: Uh, hey, this is Alexis here and this is my first time publishing anything I have ever written for awesome people, like you, to read. So, uh, comments on what I should change and keep will be really useful when your done reading my hopefully interesting story because I am a total amateur here so it'll probably be crappy, hopefully not too crappy. Uh, anyways please vote for my story and also share so your wolf buddies(see what I did there?)can read it too. I'll do the same for you if your a writer or has a buddy or two who does. Uh, yeah, just give me feedback and I'll keep posting. Enjoy. :)

P.S. this story will start on 2X4 "Abomination" when Chris Argent's hunter was mysteriously murdered and brought to Alah Deaton's Animal Clinic, yeah that episode.

Stiles's Point of View

Stiles Stilinski sits patiently in the Armor Tire Service Center's waiting room while the only mechanic in town(and probably the only one who would charge out the ass to work on a beatdown Jeep but, whatever)studiously went to work on his car. Stiles has only been there for about an hour or so since school has been out and after all this time he still hasn't paid hardly any attention to anything in there. Not until his eyes fell on a certain picture frame sitting on the mechanic's desk. Stiles, being curious, got up to get a closer look at it.

Probably a few years to a decade ago this same man whose repairing Stiles's car right now use to be a member of the Beacon Hills lacrosse team. His eyes skimmed over the several unfamiliar faces until he finally came to a stop. He blinked then suddenly the face and the matching name below the group of young men clicked inside his head. The coach was...

"Oh, shit!" Stiles immediately pulled out his cellphone and instead of forwarding a text to Scott McCall he just called him. His phone rang 3 times before he finally answered.

"Hello?" Stiles told him what he found out.

"So what does that mean?" Stiles turned his back to the repair man working on his car, his mind processing a possibility to why the mechanic might be linked to Isaac Lahey's dad's death. He was the coach for the Lacrosse team back then. Maybe whoever killed him is going after the whole Lacrosse team that his dad use to coach? No, that's a seriously big stretch that may or may not even be the reason why Isaac's dad died. But still Stiles included it to Scott who immediately cancled that idea.

"Well, it was worth a shot." Stiles muttered. They hanged up shortly afterwards since it was the only reason why Stiles had called.

Stiles turned around thinking he would take a short stride back to his seat and continue watching the mechanic fix his Jeep. But it all drastically changed the instant he saw what he was face to face to.

Stiles's whole body went stiff, fear completely taking over him, immobilising him. His mouth hung slightly ajar.

Whatever it is stood as tall as he was but its skin was covered in dark green scales, like... a lizard. Yes! Just like a lizard. It even has enhanced set of teeth that look like shards of death just sitting in the creature's mouth.

Stiles watched it open its mouth and let out the most raw and horrifically loud screech he has ever heard. The teenage boy grabbed for his ears and closed his eyes and hunkered down as if ducking for cover would stop the thing from screeching or from him to hear it. But the creature was slightly more advanced than he was and cut him on his way down.

The force from the cut actually made Stiles collapse to the ground. He put a hand up to his neck to see, as if he didn't feel warm liquid streaming from the womb, what would be smeared on his hand. Obviously crimson but Stiles also saw a weird-looking goo stuck to his fingers too.

It was already too late by then. The affect of the goo had took affecte inside his bloodstream so effectively it was instantaneous how Stiles became paralyzed prey. Yet he was not killed, as he expected he would.

Instead this abnormal creature stepped over Stiles's hyperventilating yet paralyzing body to exit the waiting room. Stiles witnessed it move with such agility to attack the mechanic. Just like Stiles he was suddenly struck down by swift movement of whatever across the neck.

The big man fell to the ground in a awkward, dancing fashion. He struggled and cried out for help. Stiles found out by the time he wasn't so watchful and being transfixed with fear, confusion and horror that he couldn't utter one word. He was muted and immobilized.

And Stiles remained that way as the creature made the hydraulic lifter that hoisted his Jeep to descend directly on top of the rendered helpless mechanic. Stiles closed his eyes and tried with all his might not to just vomit all over the place since he was forced to hear the lifter crush the man into... Stiles wouldn't dare look. Sweat pasted his clothes to his skin like his hair by the time he did bother opening his eyes again.

Unfortunately he picked the worse time to.

That same creature lied on all fours like a animal merely a few feet away from him. Without remorse it directly stared at Stiles-or more like into his soul-with nasty yellow eyes. It gave another raw screech then fled into the shadows. Stiles refused to look at the sight he knows would have his stomach twist tighter than it already is so he hurriedly looked down. He could do nothing for himself or for the guy who is now dead.

Stiles burst into tears.

Author's Note: So, uh, yeah, how did it go? Tell me when you comment and vote if it was good enough, okay? Thanks. :)