Up To Us // Teen Wolf Spin-Off

1.2.47

Put Me In Coach...

With Coach Finstock in charge, the game was gonna go downhill. He tried to do what Scott said and bench Noah, but with the teenager arguing, he decided to let him play. Malia, Stiles, and Lydia all sat next to Alexa, wondering where Allison was. Katelynn was only paying attention to Nick, who was keeping a clear eye out on Noah.

"What's wrong?" Alexa whispered towards Malia.

"Scott left, Noah's playing and Allison is still a no show." She told the curious girl. Alexa just nodded, sitting back. The girl started to bite her fingernails, nervous for everyone playing on the field. The game started and cheers erupted as Dwyer made the first goal. Noah's eyes started to shift as he glanced at Cassidy.

During the plays, Noah started to injure both teams. Nick body-slammed him to the ground once, trying to keep him in check, but nothing was working. The coach shouted, realizing he was running out of players to throw in. Cassidy and Lance sat on the bottom of the bleachers, while their eyes turned pure white.

Two of the players stopped. Teenagers ran past them, coaches screamed for them to move, and the crowd was getting aggravated. Both kids started to sweat uncontrollably and tears rolled down their faces at lightning speed. Everyone paused in pure shock.

Both of the players fell to their knees as they started to vomit up water. They gripped their throats, trying desperately to catch their breath, but it was no use. After the two teenagers were drained, they dropped dead.

Parents flew from the bleachers as coaches screamed for their teams to stand back. Everyone started to panic and Stiles called 911, running towards the bodies. Ambulances showed up, running toward the players.

These have been reported as freak accidents, due to the many witnesses. After a while, Coach Finstock blew his whistle, indicating that the game was still on. Allison slid down the bench, knowing he needed a player.

"Stilinski? You play?" He asked, kind of shocked.

"Yes, Coach." She smirked.

"Fine. I need a player, so get your ass out there!" He shouted and Allison got on her feet, running toward the field.

"I hope she's better than her dad," Coach muttered, feeling hopeless. The whistle blew and Void took a deep inhale, absorbing every ounce of chaos.

"Hey Stiles, look!" Malia said, pointing to the twenty-four on the front of someone's jersey.

"Aw, Scott said he wasn't gonna let anyone have my number!" Stiles whined. Allison nudged and knocked over whoever got in her way. She grabbed the ball, hurting everyone in her path, and sprinted towards the last player blocking the goal.

An evil grin spread from ear to ear and she never slowed down her pace. The boy looked nervous but nevertheless stood his ground. Allison charged towards him with no hesitation. When she reached the player, Sal jumped, landing her two feet on his chest, as she bounced off doing a front tuck. The poor boy fell, getting the wind knocked out of him and Allison scored. The crowd gave a standing ovation for the number twenty-four.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT STILINSKI!" Coach screamed, throwing his clipboard down. Stiles looked over confused as to why he was being praised.

"Oh my God! Stiles?" Lydia asked in complete shock.

"Yea?"

"That's not just your number..." she continued.

"That's your jersey!" Malia finished. Stiles looked over at the player wearing his number.

"Allison." He muttered. Lydia turned to look at her husband.

"Void." She corrected. Scott and Tara got back just in time to watch the monstrosity unfold. Noah was wolfing out, unable to control himself, Cassidy and Lance killed two players, manipulating the coach's emotions in order to keep the game going, and Allison was Void, feeding off of the entire event and hurting whoever stood in her path.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Scott shouted, trying to come up with a plan and holding Tara up as she started to heal.

"Hand me a jersey." The blonde demanded. The alpha widened his eyes, not believing her request.

"I'm not kidding Scott, get Dwyer and Travis... we can stop this." He hesitated, but blew his whistle anyway, signaling that he was back. Malia, Stiles, and Lydia all let out a breath of relief when they saw the blonde. He called over Dwyer and Travis, while Tara left to go find a jersey.

"Travis, I need you to gear up Tara. Dwyer, I think she has a plan... go to the locker rooms, NOW!" He shouted and the two boys sprinted to go find her. The second they saw the blonde, they engulfed her in a suffocating hug.

"What's the plan?" Dwyer asked, as Travis helped her gear up.

"You're not gonna like it."

"What is it?" Travis wondered out loud.

"We have to knock out Noah and Allison." Both boys shared a glance.

"How the hell do we do that?! They heal as quickly as the flash!" Travis freaked.

"We're not literally knocking them out!" Tara tried to explain.

"We're not?" Nick interrupted.

"No. I'm way too weak for that. We just have to make it look like they got hurt, so Scott can pull them both from the game."

"How's Scott gonna know to do that?" Travis asked.

"You're gonna tell him. Dwyer, you take Allison... I'll handle Noah." The blonde walked off in an old Lahey Jersey. She entered the field and watched as Travis talked to Scott. He gave the werepanther a slight nod, informing her that he was ready.