The Second Stilinski

Chapter 5: Losing Control

Again. I had to watch their practice again. I just sat there looking at the two boys I've known for my entire life, Scott and Stiles. It was Scott's turn to try and make a goal. Thinking about him being a werewolf, I'm sure he can do it. He ran towards the goal and got smacked onto the ground by Jackson, who ran into him. I gasped as I saw him trying to get up again.

"You're sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson said, clearly annoying my friend.

Scott got up again and gave the boy a death stare. Soon the coach ran towards Scott and told him something that was to far away from me to hear.

"I can't hear you." I heard coach say as he looked at Scott.

"Yes, coach." Scott said louder this time. He looked at the bleachers to see me watching him. I smiled but didn't get anything in return as he continued the game.

"Then do it again." Coach yelled. "McCall's gonna do it again."

He ran to the goal again. He didn't fall over this time... He made someone else fall over, Jackson. He ran into his shoulder which made Jackson falls on the ground pretty badly.

Everyone ran towards Jackson to check if he was okay. But the real question was if Scott was okay. He fell onto his knees as he held his head. I immediately ran onto the field.

"I can't control it, Stephanie. It's happening." Scott said looking at the grass beneath him.

"What? Right here? Now?" I asked as Stiles was now also running towards Scott.

"Come on. Get up. Go!" I said as I helped him up and told Stiles to follow. Stiles quickly catched up as I told him what was happening to Scott.

We soon entered the boys locker room as Scott was starting to breath heavily.

"Sit down. You okay? Scott, you okay?" Stiles asked looking at his friend.

"Get away from me!" Scott yelled as he looked straight into my brother's eyes with his yellow ones. Wait... YELLOW ONES? I jumped back as I saw his sharp teeth.

Scott got up and tried to get to Stiles as he tried to get away from him. Why is it always my brother he wants to murder?! I looked around for a way to help him as I saw a fire extinguisher. I quickly picked it up as I pointed it towards Scott and started spraying. He started freaking out but sat down as it was empty. I slowly walked towards my brother as I was now standing in front of him.

"Guys?" Scott said after a long silence. "What happened?"

"You tried to kill my brother, again!" I said with a hint of anger in my voice.

"It's like i told you before, it's the anger. It's your pulse rising. Its a trigger." Stiles said as he looked at the werewolf in front of him.

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you haven't noticed." Scott explained looking back at us.

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game." I replied.

"But I'm first line." Scott complained.

"Not anymore."

***

"You're really gonna do this?" I asked rolling my eyes at my brother.

"Yes, I always do." Stiles answered holding a little plastic gun.

"That was on the age of 7, you're 16 now." I laughed.

"Do I look like I care." Stiles said.