The Gift

As Good As Dead

*Stiles POV*

Me and Derek looked over to the spot where Scott should've been laying at. The only thing their now was his outline from a few seconds earlier.

"How the hell did you let him get away!" I yelled at Derek who's face for the first time had a different expression on it besides an angry frown.

"We have to find him."

"Thank you Captain obvious!" I began to pace around nervously then ran to my car.

"Where are you going!?"

"To the school. If Scott was serious about playing tonight that's the first place we need to check."

Derek had a look of surprise on his face.

"It'll be a full audience today."

*Brenda's POV*

"So, all Stiles does is basically nothing?"

"He cheers on his teammates!" My argument wasn't even good.

We walked onto the bleachers and right away I didn't spot Stiles or Scott. Where were they?

"Hey, I see Scott." Lydia said in a board tone.

"Where?!"

"Next to Coach."

I spotted him and frowned. Stiles was still nowhere to be found. I started to worry. He was always with Scott or at the bench. He was never late to anything!

"I'll be right back." I stood up and left a confused Lydia at the bleachers. I pulled my phone out and sent a text to Stiles

To: Stiles

Where are you? Are you okay!?

I got a text almost immediately after I sent mine.

From: Stiles

If you see Scott distract him! Get him away from everyone and I'll be there in five minutes! Be careful please

 I looked over to the field and saw that the game was just about to start. Scott's body was arched at a weird angel, his chest and back heaved up with every breath he tuck. 

I ran to him and felt someone grab my hoodie, pulling me back.

"Ow!" I chocked out.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I came face to face with an angry looking Coach.

"I need to talk to Scott."

"AHhhHh!"

Both Coach and mines attention was pulled over to Scott's direction. Stiles and some other random guy were violently dragging Scott away into the woods. Scott screamed and kicked, but between Stiles and the other buff dude, he was done for. I ran to them, Coach screaming at me to come back.

"What in the hell-"

Scott lifted his head up and I felt the air in my lungs leave.

His, his eyes were glowing a orange. He had facial hair in the wrong places. His ears peeked up at the end. My dream flushed into my head and I felt it throb. My vision became blurry, and than I was gone.

*Stiles POV*

Brenda had just passed out a few feet away from us. I contemplated who I should help. Brenda or Derek. Right now the most important thing was helping Derek with Scott who was getting stronger and stronger by the second. My arms were bleeding as he kept scratching at them.