Red Riding Hoodie

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Leaves crunched under Stiles' worn out converse as he walked through the darkness, having no sense of direction. He also started to sweat, cursing himself, thinking over and over that he should've worn a t-shirt instead of his large red hoodie.

A growl rumbled through the deep dark woods of Beacon Hills making Stiles shake with fear. His palms became sweaty, as he tried not to drop his bat and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Stiles looked around cautiously hoping Scott, Isaac, his dad, anyone would pop up and find him as he was stranded in the middle of the woods, with a baseball bat as his only weapon.

His legs started shaking, almost to the point where he couldn't stand so he let his bat swing by his side lightly and leaned against a tree to give him support.

He took deep breaths, trying to regain enough breath; just incase he had to make a run for it. As he was about to stand his vision was slowly taken away by small black dots.

Stiles sucked in one more deep breath before letting it out slowly and falling to the ground, dropping his bat in the process. Another growl kept him conscious.

If I want to stay alive, I need to stay awake, he thought. And he couldn't do that if he was unconscious.

A twig breaking in half echoed through the woods, and to Stiles senses. The small black dots faded away, so Stiles crawled to his knees gripping an old trees bark to hoist himself of the damp ground.

He closed his eyes and opened them waiting to wake up in his soft warm bed, but nothing happened. He huffed, why does this always happen to me, he thought to himself.

It's always the helpless boy. The one that's human, no superpowers at all. Stiles looked down to his bat, groaning and becoming increasingly exhausted from the walking, running, and freaking himself out with the constant fear that he would die tonight.

Another growl erupted through the darkness and Stiles quickly reached down and grabbed his bat as fast as he could. If he was going to die, he was going to die fighting.

He thought, what if this is just Scott or Issac playing some stupid prank to scare me? What if Lydia and Allison are close by; watching? But then again, what if this is a real wolf and it's really hungry?

Only one way to find out. He bent down to the ground and found a decent sized stick and struck his bat a few times trying to gain whatever was out there's attention.

He looked up into the many many trees and all he heard was another deep growl, but what he saw was worse.. two glowing red eyes. This is it, Stiles thought, If I'm dying, I'm going to die with dignity.