Kids in the Dark [S.S. Book One]

Two

I stood by the bleachers near the lacrosse field to see Scott knock Jackson down.

Scott fell to his knees as everyone crowded around Jackson. I saw Stiles leading Scott away and ran to catch up with them. "What's going on--woah! Uh, someone explain what the hell is happening!"

"Scott's turning," Stiles explained briefly as we headed into the boy's locker room.

"Come on, here we go. There. That's it. You okay? Scott, you okay?" Stiles pestered.

"Get away from me!" Scott yelled as he climbed up on the rafters hunting us. Literally.

Stiles managed to grab the fire extinguisher and sprayed Scott, but not before I was scratched. I screamed as Scott was jolted back to reality. "Stiles, Lyssa, what happened?"

"You tried to kill me and scratched Ally. It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger. Here's a towel, Ally."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

"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'm first line," Scott protested.

"Not anymore."

I groaned in pain as Stiles pushed the towel to my scratches. Scott knelt down beside me. "Lyssa, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Get the hell away from me, Scott McCall!"

Scott nodded as he walked away, looking like a sad puppy. Stiles lifted the towel gently and sighed. "I think you should go to the hospital. These look pretty bad."

"No hospital, Stiles. You know I hate it there. I'll live."

"At least let me help you home. It's the least that can be done."

I nodded as Stiles pulled me up, causing me to let out a cry of pain. "Oh God, Ally! I'm so sorry! Change of plans. You're coming with me to my house. I can bandage you up there. Just tell your dad that you're hanging out with me."

We got to Stiles' house and Sheriff Stilinski smiled when he saw me. "Hello, Alyssa. How are you?"

I nodded. "I'm good."

"If you don't mind, dad," Stiles interjected, "Ally and I have some stuff to do. Appropriate stuff."

We got up to his room and he shut the door with his free hand. "Got the medical supplies. You're, um, gonna have to take your shirt off. I'll wash it; but for now, you can wear one of mine."

I slowly started pulling my shirt off, groaning in pain. "Let me help." Stiles says.

"I can do it myself." I gritted my teeth.

"Christ's sake, Ally! You're injured and you look like you want to cry with one simple task. Let me help."

I sighed as I held my hands above my head, still wincing in pain. Stiles quickly pulled the shirt off; thankfully, he's behind me. He instructed me to lay on my stomach. He carefully dressed the wound and handed me a plain black t-shirt to wear.

He sat at his desk. "What're you doing?"

"Calling Scott. I need to tell him something. You can sit on my lap if you want to be a part of the conversation."

Stiles held a green toy gun to the screen and pretended to shoot it when Scott appears, then threw it to the side.

Scott rolled his eyes and asked, "What'd you find out?"