The Gift

Im Just Human

Hey What's up guuys.

I just really love writing and I enjoy what I do.

Thanks for reading my stories even when they suck ass. I mean I might love to write but it doesn't mean I'm any good xp

Now without further to do, Let's let it do what it do!!!  0^◇^0)/

~~Stiles's POV~~~

*Later that same Monday*

I got home and ran straight to my room, quickly saying hi to my father before I shut my door. I sat in my chair, staring blankly at my lap top as I thought.

Is Scott possessed by something evil? Dogs can sense evil. But so can I and he's not evil at all.

I wasn't getting anywhere so far so I decided to search up Wolf Bite.

"As only a few mythical creatures can claim werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. Stories of men going on murderous rampages in the form of an evil wolf were recorded as early as the late 1500s in France and Germany."

Well, okay. I kept scrolling through Google but didn't find much. Just a bunch of other myths and history about werewolf's. I read about Lyconthropy but Scott doesn't think he's an animal, he's fine. I also read about the Greek myth of Lycos, and what he did to deserve getting punished by Zeus.

All I really got was the three different stages of being a werewolf.

1. The Shapeshifter: It's like Jacob from Twilight, where he can transform into an actual wolf. It usually doesn't come with the bite. Only powerful werewolves have the gift of shape-shifting.

2. The Wolf-man: Is when your human, but then get bitten and turn into a werewolf. You're half man, half wolf.

and lastly

3. The True Werewolf: Is a born werewolf. You didn't get bitten, but you were born with the "curse."

In Scott's case, he was surly number two. I kept printing out different pages, pictures, stories, and sightings. It was all making sense but what if Scott wasn't even a werewolf? It would be pretty cool if he was though.

My eyes were getting heavy, I looked over at my clock and it read 5:25. It was still pretty early, I'll just take a nap. I slowly closed my eyes, the last thing I remember seeing was a horrifying picture of Lycoas.

*3 hours later*

I was awoken by a rock hitting my window. I lifted my head up to feel a piece of paper stuck to my check. Oh God I drooled all over Lycos.

I removed the paper from my face and wiped the remaining drool off with my sleeve.

"Stiles!" I heard Scott yell out.

I ran to my window, angry that he was yelling. For crying out loud it was 8:05!

"Dude quit down! What's up?" I whisper yelled.

"I'm coming in." Scott simply said. He climbed up onto the roof then into my window.

"Why the hell are you sneaking into my house like you're my boyfriend and you're not aloud inside my room?" I asked annoyed. He could've just told me to open the door.

"I actually have no idea why. I've just been feeling kind of hyped up lately." He said jumping up and down.

"Calm down buddy. Save some of that for the try-outs on Saturday." I said. I felt nervous about the try-outs. For some reason couch wanted to have the try-outs on a weekend cause it gave us more a chance. I wasn't the best at lacrosse, but this year Scott might actually make it in. He can be the team captain, or at least part of the team. It would be awesome.

"Nah I'll be fine. Hey What's all that?!" Scott spoke in a fast pase, pointing towards my desk.

"Oh, dude I actually need to talk to you about something!" I said, remembering all the research I had done earlier.

I lead Scott to my bed and sat him down while I went to get the appropriate papers to show him.

"Scott, I know this might sound crazy but promise me you'll listen."

"Okay, go ahead. I'm all ears," he gave me a crooked smile.

"So," I cleared my throat and began.

"Scott, you know how you got bit by a wolf right?"

He shook his head.

"Well, you might be something evil..." I didn't know how to tell him at the moment. This turned out to be a stupid idea and a waste of time.

"What are you talking about Stiles? I'm not evil." He said with a hurt expression.

"No! I know your not I just don't know why Prada would all of a sudden act up like that towards you..."

"It's not only Prada." he simply said.

"Huh?" I asked, surprised.

"I was at work earlier and I was going to feed the cats when they began to hiss and scratch at me. They have never done anything like that before and it really scared me."

"Have you asked your mom to check you up?"

"Yeah, she said I was fine. No signs of infection or anything. I had a fever but that's it."

We sat in silence.

"I have to get back home, just wanted to wish you luck for tomorrow. We got this Stiles!"

I laughed and we hugged. He then climbed out of my window despite me opening the door for him to get out downstairs.

I looked up at the moon, it was halfway full. We only had nine solid days to try and help Scott.

If Scott was really cursed, he didn't have much time to learn how to control his blood-lust. And honestly, I had no idea how in the world I could ever help him.

I'm just human.

~~Brenda's POV~~~

I was sitting in my room listening to music when I heard my phone ring.

"What up Lerdia?" She hated when I called her that, but I on the other hand found it pretty funny.

"Watch, I'll find out something. Anyways, want to come over tomorrow after school, without the boys. Just you and me."

"Yeah sure. If it's fine with your mom."

"Of course it is. See you tomorrow!" I could practically hear her smile.

I hung up and laid back down, staring at my Pierce The Veil poster.

I really missed having a normal life with all my friends. It seemed like everything was slowly falling apart, and their was nothing I could do about it. I could just watch as the ashes unraveled my worst nightmares.

If only I knew...

And this is the end.

Yeah, yeah. I had to do some research but Oh well xp

Hope y'all enjoyed

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