Ares's Pov

A week.

A week has passed since the incident at the Sheriff's station.

So much has happened.

Matt was dead. Good riddance.

Jackson has been acting weirder even though Matt isn't controlling him anymore.

Allison's mom is dead too and, honestly, I'm not sure how to feel about that.

I barely interacted with the woman but whenever I did see her she creeped me out.

However, I do feel bad for Allison since at the end of the day that was her mother and she's gone.

Trust me when I say that it's not easy to lose a parent.

But, lets move on from that.

Scott seems to have it bad now that his mom is aware that werewolves are real and that he's one himself.

For the past week she's been avoiding him, going to work early and locking herself in her room as soon as she gets home.

It breaks Scott's heart because he thinks she's scared of him.

I doubt that.

I honestly think it's because she's trying to process everything that happened.

She's overwhelmed and I don't blame her.

But, there are some good news.

1, Mr. Stilinski got his job back.

2, Em's surgery was a success and she made a good recovery.

Honestly, Em surviving and still being alive is all I cared about.

But, I will say, I'm happy Stiles's dad got his job back and isn't unemployed.

Now Stiles can let go of that guilt he's been carrying since the day he learned his dad was fired.

Stiles, Scott and I were allowed to stay home during the week so we could cool down and try to forget everything.

But once that week was over we had to head back to school.

And that was hard.

Because we had to deal with tons of people staring at us, whispering about us, sending us pity looks.

And we hated it.

But what we hated the most was that we had to take some counselling with Ms. Morrell.

And we had to attend since it was mandatory.

So, once the boys were done it was my turn.

Which is why I was sitting across from Ms. Morrell while fiddling with my fingers.

"How have you been, Ares?" Ms. Morrell asked.

"I've been better" I huffed.

"That's something. I mean, after everything that happened at the station it makes sense that you, your best friend and boyfriend are trying to get over it" Ms. Morrell nodded.

"Key word, trying. But it's hard when that psycho threatened us and would've killed us. Not to mention shooting my sister" I scowled.

That bastard could've killed her.

If he had, I would've killed him with my bare hands.

That would've been so much better than him drowning to death.

"But she survived, she's still alive, she's recovering. That's all that should matter" Ms. Morrell said.

"Yeah, that's all that matters to me. But it's the fact that she could've died. I could've lost my sister that night and would've been left alone" I explained.

The last thing I ever wanted was to lose Em the way I lost my parents.

Being left alone with no family scares the hell out of me.

And I'm just so grateful that it didn't come down to that.

"I understand the fear you must've felt when your sister had been shot. It would've been scary for anyone if they were in your position. But just remember that it's over. Emerson is still alive and you don't have to worry about her leaving. Ever" Ms. Morrell softly said.

I looked at her and saw a small smile plastered on her face.

I sighed softly and did my best to return the gesture.

Because, yes, I don't ever have to worry about Em leaving me.

I don't have to worry about losing her.

But I have alot more to worry because things aren't over just yet.

That's for sure.

Emerson's Pov

Bored.

That's all I was feeling at the moment.

I was currently sitting on my bed, the blanket draped over my lap, just lost in thought.

Everything that happened a week ago at the station just resurfaces no matter how hard I try to forget.

Especially with that fucker, Matt, shooting me.

I don't care if he was aiming for Scott, it still doesn't change the fact that he still shot me.

It doesn't change the fact that he could've killed me that night.

It doesn't change the fact that I would no longer be here.

And that thought scares me.

Because if I hadn't survived there would be nobody here to take care of Ares.

My little brother would've been left alone with nobody.

Not only that but he would've been stuck dealing with the main problem that I'm currently dealing with.

Eric Ridley.

Or Eric Archer.

Mine and Ares unknown older brother.

It still baffles me that we have a brother.

A brother we never knew existed.

Mom and dad never once mentioned having a kid before Ares and I.

Ares and I always assumed that they just had us.

But looks like we were wrong the day Eric appeared out of nowhere with proof, his birth certificate, that he's the firstborn child of our parents.

And with him being here he's making our lives miserable.

Suing us so he can get the house and the money our parents left us.

Like hell I was gonna let that piece of shit take what belongs to Ares and I for himself.

However, after what happened at the station, and with me getting shot, the appointment was cancelled.

Eric and his lawyer were informed about what happened the day the three of us were set to meet with the judge.

They took pity on me and didn't push things.

But while they took pity on me that doesn't mean Eric showed me any brotherly love.

He didn't visit me in the hospital, not once.

I didn't expect him to but, for whatever fucking reason, it hurt.

And I hated it.

But I did my best not to let it get to me.

Especially since I at least had Ares, Derek, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Scott and Stiles by my side.

Not to mention Noah, Melissa and Mr. Blackwell.

And it warmed my heart knowing that I had them, along with everyone else, by my side.

When I got out of the hospital I was worried about the bills.

No doubt I was going to have to pay a ton of money, especially for the surgery.

Only to be surprised when Mr. Blackwell had informed me that Eric's lawyer paid for my medical bills.

Apparently, Mr. Connors held more pity for me than Eric.

And he knew that I wouldn't have enough money to pay for my medical bill.

So he decided to step in and help.

Honestly, as much as his actions surprise me, I'm very grateful.

Because when I saw how much the medical bill was I just knew that I wouldn't have been able to pay for it.

So, really, Mr. Connors helped me out with that.

And at least that was off my back and I could focus on the more important things.

Because while that little shit, Matt, is dead that doesn't mean things are back to normal.

Not when Gerard is still here, wanting revenge for his bitch daughter Kate.

Not when I know that he's going to become the Kanima's new master and have him do whatever he wants.

And none of us know what his plan is.

And that terrifies me.

"What are you thinking about?".

I didn't flinch at hearing the voice of the person that spoke that was now in my room.

I just sighed before turning my head to look at the person.

And I was a little surprised to see that it was Chris Argent.

It couldn't have been Ares or Isaac since they both were at school.

I honestly thought it was Derek since he was here and hour ago.

But I remember that he left so he could make some plans and to talk to Erica and Boyd.

Something tells me that those two are going to leave because of everything that happens.

And while I'm not surprised if they do, it still upsets and disappoints me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I wanted to see how you were doing. I was going to come earlier but you were in the hospital most of the time" Chris explained.

"How did you get in?" I asked, curious.

"The door was open" Chris replied.

Remind me to slap Derek when he gets back.

The idiot needs to check twice to make sure that the door is locked.

Someone else could've entered my house and room.

Like Gerard, that old fucker.

Or Eric and his lawyer.

Those three people are the last people I want to see, especially right now.

Chris stepped closer to my bed and slowly sat down at the edge.

"How are you feeling?" Chris asked.

"I'm alright. I got through surgery so that's something. I just have to wear the bandage that's covering my wound for a little longer" I explained.

"Anything else?" Chris asked.

"The doctor told me to rest as much as I can. So that's what I'm doing" I shrugged.

Truth be told, I didn't want to follow the doctors orders.

I wanted to continue working since I'm the one that has to make money to put food on the table and pay the bills.

Fortunately, Derek talked to my bosses from my two jobs and told them what happened.

And they told me to take as much time as I need in order to recover.

Not only that but they send money everyday in the mail to help out with food and the bills.

Remind me to thank and hug both my bosses when I get back to work.

"It must be nice to just sit around and do nothing. It's what you deserve after what you went through" Chris said.

"I guess" I muttered.

This is getting a little awkward.

And I just want it to go away.

"Look, Chris, I'm not trying to be rude but is there another reason why you're here?" I asked.

Chris sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm here to warn you about Gerard" Chris said.

"What about him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"He's got something planned for tonight. I just know it. And I just want you, Ares, your friends and his friends to be on the lookout" Chris told me.

It would probably be weird for a hunter, especially one from the Argent family, to be warning me about something like this.

But, it's not.

At least not for me.

After all, he was friends with my parents and he trusted them more than anything and anyone.

He knew that they were good people.

Hell, he looked willing to kill Kate himself after learning that she's the reason they're dead.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"Because you and Ares are important to me. The same way your parents were important to me. I made them a promise the day of their funeral. And that was to make sure you two are kept safe and unharmed" Chris explained.

"I can take care of myself. I have been for a while" I argued.

And I know that Ares can handle himself as well.

"I know. But that promise I made, I intend to keep it. No matter what" Chris told me.

I knew he meant it.

Chris would never lie and he would never break promises, especially when it involves my parents.

And I'll always admire him for his the strong friendship and loyalty he held, still holds, for them.

"Alright, well thanks for telling me. I promise we'll be alert" I said.

"Good" Chris nodded.

"You should probably go. I'm tired and Derek will be here soon with food" I told him.

"Yes, of course. I'll see myself out" Chris nodded.

He got up from the bed and made a move to leave my room but stopped.

He bit his lip, seemingly contemplating if he should say whatever it is he wants to say, before looking back at me.

"Did you really not know about Eric?" Chris asked.

This made me tense and look at him with wide eyes.

How the hell...?

"You know about Eric?" I asked.

"Yes. After all, your parents were my friends. My best friends. Jonathan told me everything that happened between him and your mother" Chris said.

"So you knew that they had a child before me?" I asked.

Chris nodded.

"Did you know why they gave him up? Why Eric wasn't raised alongside Ares and I?" I asked.

"All I know is that your parents gave him up for adoption the day he was born. After that, they barely spoke about him" Chris explained.

Ouch.

"How did you find out he was here in town?" I asked.

"I ran into your lawyer, Mr. Blackwell, we started catching up and he spilled everything that was happening involving Eric. At first I didn't want to believe it, but he showed me a picture of Eric and I knew it was true" Chris explained.

That makes sense.

Considering his features resembles mom's.

He does have some of dad's features but it's mainly mom.

"Well glad to know that you're aware of my situation. Especially with the piece of shit suing us so he can take the house and money" I scowled.

Chris said nothing.

But the look in his eyes was one of sympathy.

"Emerson, if you need help with this new problem you know I'm more than willing to help. Just say the word and I'm there" Chris told me.

I say nothing.

I'm not really sure what to say.

Chris nods at me before turning around and leaves my room, closing the door behind him.

Once he's gone I sigh and lay back down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Chris's words replayed over and over in my head, leaving me in deep thought.

Ever since my parents died the people closest to me offered to help as much as they could and I accepted.

Considering I was still young, confused and lost and needed help.

But as I grew older I realized that I didn't want to accept help, I didn't want to be seen as some desperate girl that couldn't fend for herself and her little brother.

That's why I made the decision to give up college and get two jobs so I could provide for Ares and I.

Because I wanted to become independent and not rely on others.

Because I wanted to prove that I can do things on my own.

And while it has been going as good as it can get, it's slowly getting hard.

Especially now with this new problem of mine thanks to Eric.

And hearing Chris offering to help, even though he doesn't have to, makes me think that it's not a bad idea.

Especially when I think that maybe, just maybe, I need it.

Ares's Pov

Tonight is the night.

Tonight is the night of the game.

Everyone is ready for it but I can tell that this game is probably the last thing on Scott and Stiles's mind.

Not that I blame them considering everything that happened and what else we have to deal with.

But hopefully this game can be a good distraction for us.

Right now Mr. Stilinski, Ms. McCall and I were currently walking onto the field

As much as I wanted Em to be here I knew that it was better if she stayed home in order to rest.

She needs it since that's what the doctor ordered her to do, at least until she recovers.

It sucks that my sister won't be here but I understand.

As Mr. Stilinski and Ms. McCall sat down next to each other I told them I would be with the boys.

I found Scott and Stiles sitting on the bench, talking and preparing themselves, and jogged over to them.

"Hey, guys" I greeted the two of them.

"Hey, Ares" Scott smiled.

"Hello, my love" Stiles smiled.

I sat down next to Stiles and smiled as he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"Your dad coming?" Scott asked, looking at Stiles.

"Yeah, he's already here" Stiles said.

The two of them look over to where there parents are sitting before looking away.

"Either of you seen Allison?" Scott asked.

"No" Stiles shook his head.

"Have either of you seen Lydia?" I asked.

"No" Stiles shook his head.

"Not yet" Scott shook his head.

I sighed and just hoped that she's alright and that she would come to the game.

"You know what's going on?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet" Scott sighed.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it?" I asked, worried.

"I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Stiles asked.

Scott remained silent for a few seconds before nodding his head.

"Looks like it" Scott said.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

"Stiles, Scott" I softly said.

The two of them looked at me, furrowing their eyebrows when they saw the look on my face.

"The night at the station, seeing my sister covered in blood and that bullet wound in her stomach scared the crap out of me. Especially since I didn't know what to do and just panicked. I felt useless and I felt scared. Because I honestly thought that I was going to lose her. Something I never wanted" I explained.

Tears began gathering in my eyes and I did my best not to let them fall.

I don't want to cry.

Not when Em survived and she's still here, alive and breathing.

I felt Stiles scoot closer to my side and turn my head to look at him.

"I understand, my love. I mean, seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just..." Stiles trailed off. 

He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that Scott can do. I can't..." Stiles trailed off.

Scott shook his head at the both of us, a comforting look on his face.

"Guys, it's ok" Scott softly said.

"No, it's not" I sighed, shaking my head.

"Yeah. We're losing, dude" Stiles added.

All of a sudden we hear another voice from behind us causing us to jump and turn around.

Fortunately, it was just Coach Finnstock.

"The hell are you talking about? Game hasn't even started" Coach Finnstock reminded him.

Oh how I wish we were referring to the game.

"Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg" Coach Finnstock ordered.

This made all of our eyes widen in shock.

"What? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles asked, looking around. 

"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less" Coach Finnstock told him.

This made Stiles let out a gasp of disbelief before looking at Scott and I.

Scott and I looked at him with smiles on our faces.

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?" Stiles asked, trying to process everything.

I laughed and nodded my head with Scott chuckling and nodding his head too.

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself" Coach Finnstock sarcastically said. 

"I already did that today, twice" Stiles told him.

Scott snorted while I shook my head in exasperation and slight amusement.

"Get the hell out there!" Coach Finnstock yelled.

He patted my shoulder before walking away.

Stiles and I looked at each other and I could see nothing but excitement and nervousness on his face.

"I'm playing. I'm playing. I'm actually going to play" Stiles breathed out.

"Yes, yes you are. Babe, I'm so happy for you" I grinned.

The two of us stood up and I pulled him in for a kiss, a kiss that he eagerly returned.

We heard Scott laugh but we ignored him.

We pulled away from the kiss and I nodded towards the field.

"Get out there and do your best, babe" I winked.

"You got it, my love" Stiles grinned.

He quickly gathered his things and ran onto the field causing me to laugh.

I patted Scott on the shoulder and wished him luck before jogging over to Mr. Stilinski and Ms. McCall.

"Oh no. Ares, why is my son running out to the field?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

I sat down next to Ms. McCall as the two of glanced at each other before looking at the Sheriff.

"Because he's on the team. He's going to play" I grinned.

Ms. McCall nodded at that with a smile plastered on her face.

This made Mr. Stilinski look at us in disbelief.

And when he saw that we were serious that disbelief turned into shock and excitement.

"He is?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

I grinned and nodded my head.

"He's on the team...he's on the field" Mr. Stilinski laughed.

He abruptly stood up, causing Ms. McCall and I to jump a bit, and raised his fist into the air.

"My son's on the field" Mr. Stilinski yelled, a proud smile on his face.

This made the crowd on the bleachers look over at Mr. Stilinski either in amusement or with raised eyebrows.

With a huge smile on his face, Mr. Stilinski quietly sits back down.

Ms. McCall and I look at each other and laughed in amusement before putting our attention on the field.

A few minutes passed and I heard footsteps walking towards me and the two adults I was sitting with.

I turn around and a smile appears on my face when I see Lydia walking over to us.

"Hey, Ares" Lydia smiled.

"Hey, Lyds. You came" I smiled.

"Of course I did" Lydia smiled, taking a seat next to me.

Despite not being able to find her at her birthday party Lydia was there for me after what happened at the station.

She stayed over at my house for a few nights and comforted me when I told her what happened to Em.

Not only that but she visited Em a few times at the hospital and she always had gifts with her.

I'm glad that she was there for me during those times.

Especially when I really needed it.

A whistle being blown snapped me out of my thoughts and a smile appeared on my face.

The game has started.

The game seemed to be going well in the beginning but I knew that it was going to get intense, it always did whenever it came to lacrosse.

Especially when both teams are aiming to win.

I watch as the ball lands right in the pocket of Stiles's lacrosse stick. 

Stiles laughs in shock and glances at the crowd with a smile on his face.

But before he can even turn around a player rams into him, the sound of crunching pads could be heard.

The crowd groans while a scowl appears on my face.

"Asshole!" I yelled.

I tried getting up but Lydia pulls me down, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"He's probably just warming up" Ms. McCall reassured me.

The whistle blows again and Stiles races for the ball, slapping helplessly at it while the players from the other team run at him.

We all flinch back at hearing more crunching sounds as those players tackle him.

"He's just a little nervous. Plenty of time to turn it around" Lydia said.

"Yeah, I have faith in him" I nodded.

Another whistle blow and I could see Stiles trying to catch a pass, but the ball bounces right off his helmet.

Lydia presses her lips together, unable to say anything.

Mr. Stilinski groans and covers his face with his hands while Ms. McCall shakes her head.

I sigh and look over at Scott and see his face in his hands, shaking his head.

I could hear booing from the crowd, and some of Stiles and Scott's teammates, causing me to glare at all of them.

It's not Stiles's fault.

If he was given more chances and more practice then we'd have a shot at winning.

All of a sudden I see Isaac walk onto the field and I see him smirk at Jackson as he walks past him.

Something tells me he has a place because I saw him and Scott talking when Isaac joined him on the bench.

The whistle blows and the ball drops. 

In just seconds, Isaac knocks into one of his teammates and sends him crashing to the dirt.

Coach Finnstock yelled Isaac by his last name while the crowd groaned.

"Ramirez! You're in" Coach Finnstock yelled to another player.

The player nodded and got up from the bench quickly ran out to the field while the injured teammate was helped off the ground.

The whistle blows and Isaac doesn't waste a second before sending the teammate that was sent into the game to the ground.

"Murphy. You're in" Coach Finnstock said. 

The player nods and got up from the bench and made his way onto the field.

The whistle blows and, as expected, the player is thrown to the ground by Isaac.

The crowd is confused and annoyed while some were just groaning at the impacts those players made.

"Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?" Coach Finnstock yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

Isaac just shrugs.

This makes me glance between him and Scott with a raised eyebrow.

Is this their plan?

Get rid of the players that are able to play so that Coach has no choice but to have Scott play.

A couple minutes later bodies crash into each other and among several of those players, Isaac is one of them.

I glance over at Jackson to see him pulling his helmet off and a smirk appears on his face as he walks away.

I groan and jump off the bleachers and rush onto the field to check on Isaac.

Scott quickly follows after me.

The two of us kneel next to Isaac and he looks at us.

"It's not broken. But I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading" Isaac told us.

"As long as you're not hurt too badly" I softly told him.

A few EMTs walk over to us and take care of Isaac while Scott and I get up and move back.

The EMTs place Isaac onto a stretcher while Coach Finnstock rushes over to us.

"Crap" Coach Finnstock cursed at seeing the state Isaac was in.

He groans before looking at Scott.

"McCall. Either you're in or we forfeit" Coach Finnstock sternly said.

He hands him his helmet and stick before walking away.

Ms. McCall rushes over to us, a look of worry plastered on her face.

"Hey, something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game?" Ms. McCall asked.

I can't tell if I should be relieved that she knows things are getting serious and it doesn't just involve a lacrosse game.

Or scared because I don't want her getting hurt and neither does Scott.

"You should go" Scott told his mother.

"Yeah, it's not safe and we don't want you getting hurt" I added.

Ms. McCall looked at us like we were crazy and shook her head.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. And everything that I said before, forget it. All of it. Ok. If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to" Ms. McCall said.

Scott nodded his head and says, "I will".

Ms. McCall and I smile at him and wish him luck before rushing back to the bleachers.

A little while later we see Scott running down the field with the ball in his stick before an opposing player ran at him pushing him to the ground. 

A moment later, Stiles managed to get the ball but another opposing player immediately pushed him down.

I watched as Scott glance at the scoreboard before getting up and rushed off the field.

Nobody seemed to notice and the game just continued.

But our team was still losing, they were doing their best but they were still going down.

"McCall! Where's McCall?!" Coach Finnstock yelled, looking around.

I open my mouth to say something only to stop when I see Stiles get tackled, yet again, to the ground.

Mr. Stilinski sighs and shakes his head to which Ms. McCall pats his shoulder.

I grumbled and excused myself before getting off the bleachers and rushed onto the field.

The game seemed to pause because of my actions but I honestly didn't care.

Right now all I cared about was helping my boyfriend and giving him the confidence boost he needs.

"Stiles" I called out to him.

Stiles turned around and looked relieved to see me.

He quickly took his helmet off and walked closer to me.

"My love, I can't do this" Stiles told me.

"Yes you can" I told him.

"No, I can't. I've never played before and now that I am it's just so hard. The players are always tackling me and everytime I do try my best I just fail" Stiles explained.

"Babe, you-" I started but I cut him off.

"God, I can't do this. I'm a failure" Stiles groaned.

Now that is something I won't tolerate.

I grabbed his lacrosse stick and used it to smack his head, not too hard.

"Ow! What was that for?" Stiles asked, confused.

I huffed and tossed the stick to the ground, placing my hands onto my hips.

"To smack some sense into you. Babe, you're not a failure. You never were and never will be one" I told him.

"My love, I might as well lose this game for my team. I might as well let everyone down because I just can't do it" Stiles sighed.

I shook my head at him.

"Yes you can. You can do it. I know you can. The only one that doesn't think you can do it is you" I told him.

"Do you blame me?" Stiles asked, rolling his eyes.

"Babe, if there's one thing Em has taught me is to never give up. If you fall eight times you get back just as many more" I explained.

Em has always taught me to never give up.

To never accept defeat.

No matter how hard things get you shouldn't just let them overpower you.

And that's what I want Stiles to know and to take to heart too.

"My love, I-" Stiles started but I stopped him.

"Stiles, babe, I believe in you. You just need to believe in yourself. I need you to believe that you can do it the way that I do" I told him.

He doesn't believe in himself and I can't have that either.

I need him to believe in himself, I need him to believe that he can do this.

I walked closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

I stared into those beautiful eyes of his with nothing but love and admiration.

Stiles looked down and stared into mine with the same amount of love and admiration.

"I believe in you, darling. I always have and I always will" I softly said.

Without saying anything else I leaned in and kissed him.

Stiles, tossing his helmet to the ground, kissed me back while placing his hands on my shoulders.

I moved my hands off his waist and cupped the sides of his face with them.

I deepened the kiss, earning a slightly loud moan from my boyfriend, and pushed myself closer to his body.

Stiles moved his hands down to my hips and pulled me even closer to him as we kissed passionately.

I swear I could hear wolf whistles, laughs and cheers from the crowd and some of the lacrosse players.

But I just ignored them.

Because they weren't important.

Only Stiles was.

Stiles and I continued kissing for about a minute before we pulled away, panting as we caught our breaths.

We stared into each others eyes, our love and admiration never faltering, and pressed our foreheads together.

"I love you" I whispered.

"I love you, too" Stiles whispered back.

"You can do this. I know you can" I told him.

"Yeah, I know" Stiles nodded.

"Good. Now get out there and win this fucking game" I smirked.

"You bet your ass I will" Stiles smirked.

I laughed and planted a soft kiss to his lips before untangling myself from his arms.

I wished him good luck before turning around and jogged back to the bleachers.

Once I sat back down Lydia leaned closer to me and I saw a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Giving your boyfriend a confidence boost, huh?" Lydia asked.

"Definitely" I chuckled, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Lydia giggled and shook her head at me in amusement.

The whistle blew and the game was back on.

The clock is ticking and both teams are anxious, wanting nothing more than to win. 

However, as the ball flies loose the players were unable to find the ball, looking around and asking one another if they had the ball.

None of them did.

However, someone managed to find the ball in the midst.

And that person was Stiles. 

Stiles quickly snatches the ball from the ground and glances around the field before he spins around.

"Yes!" I yelled, a grin appearing on my face.

Everyone looks in my directions and gasps escape their lips when they see that Stiles is the one that has the ball.

But while they were excited they were also nervous.

Because the second the others players realized that Stiles was the one that had the ball they started running after him.

This made everyone worry.

And I had to admit that I was worried too, not wanting my boyfriend to be tackled again, but I was confident he would win.

I know he will.

"Oh crap" Mr. Stilinski muttered, clutching the sides of his head with his hands.

We all watched as Stiles stopped near the goal and seemed unsure of what to do.

"Stilinski! Shoot it. Shoot the ball! Shoot it, you idiot!" Coach Finnstock yelled.

Stiles still hesitated, more likely because he was worried he would miss and screw things up.

I won't allow that. I just won't.

"Come on, babe! Shoot it!" I yelled as loud as I could.

Stiles perked up at hearing my voice and, through his helmet, I could see determination coursing through his eyes.

He hurriedly turned around and, without any hesitation, threw the ball into the net.

And it went in.

He made it.

He scored the goal.

The crowd goes wild as we all shoot up from the bleachers and cheer and clap as loudly as we could.

"I scored a goal? I scored a goal! I scored a goal!" Stiles yelled, his shock going from excitement.

The whistle blows and this is the last round for the game.

This is going to determine who wins and who loses.

As the clock ticks Stiles is the one that has the ball again.

He's racing for the goal as Coach runs along the sidelines screaming in support. 

All of us watch as Stiles shoots and he scores, again. 

The crowd leaps up again and erupts into cheers and clap as loud as they could. 

Mr. Stilinski is up on his feet, cheering for his son with clear pride while Lydia and Ms. McCall were smiling at each other.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's my boyfriend! I knew he could do it!" I yelled, jumping up and down.

As if hearing my cheers and mine alone, Stiles head snaps into my direction.

Our eyes meet and I smile softly at him, my eyes full of nothing but love and pride.

Stiles smiles back at me and his eyes are full of nothing but the same amount of love and pride.

Everything around us fades out and it's just us. Only us. Always us.

As soon as the clock hits zero the crowd goes crazy, more than they already are, and cheer before hugging one another.

Mr. Stilinski pulls Ms. McCall into a hug while Lydia jumps into my arms and hugs me.

I laughed and hugged her back.

We pulled away from our hug and I look onto the field to see the lacrosse team going to hug Stiles or pat him on the back.

I laughed while Lydia glance at the team congratulating my boyfriend before looking at me.

"You must be really happy, your boyfriend won the game for everyone" Lydia smiled.

"Yeah, he did. I knew he could do it" I smiled.

Not once did I doubt him.

Unfortunately, the excitement all of us were feeling faded within seconds.

Because one by one the stadium lights began to turn off, plunging the entire field into darkness.

And in that sudden darkness we heard someone scream.

And they sounded terrified.

"Ares, what's going on?" Lydia asked, clearly scared.

I say nothing and just grab her by the arm and pull her close to my side.

"Stay near me at all times, Lyds" I ordered.

Something tells me this is Gerard's plan and he's using the Kanima, aka Jackson, for it.

And it scares me because of what his plan could be.

People were screaming due to the lights being off and the first scream they heard and were now running to get somewhere safe.

With an electric crackle the stadium lights burst back on, blazing back on one-by-one. 

As soon as they were back on I began looking around and I see both the Beacon Hills team and their opponents gathered around something.

Or rather someone.

It was a player.

And it was a player from the Beacon Hills team.

"Get out of the way. Move. Back off! Move!" Coach Finnstock yelled, shoving all the players back.

Lydia and I look at each other, clearly worried, before jumping off the bleachers and ran onto the field.

Once we're close we push past all the players in order to see who's lying on the ground.

And to our surprise, it's Jackson.

What the hell happened?

"Jackson? What's happened to Jackson? Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, what's happening?" Lydia asked, clearly scared.

"Can we get a medic over here?" I asked, looking around. 

"We're gonna need a medic!" Coach Finnstock yelled.

Almost immediately Ms. McCall appeared and crouched in front of Jackson.

She examines him, placing her ear on his chest to hear a heartbeat.

"He's not breathing. No pulse" Ms. McCall told us.

Lydia's eyes widen at that while I was shocked and confused.

Is Jackson really did?

Is this really how he dies?

Ms. McCall pulled Jackson's shirt up and all of us gasp at seeing the wounds and blood.

"Oh, my God. There's blood. There's blood" Lydia sobbed, covering her mouth with her hands.

I could hear sirens from a distance and watch as Ms. McCall begins CPR chest compressions but it wasn't working.

Jackson still wasn't breathing and he wasn't moving.

Ms. McCall looks at Lydia and orders her to get down on the ground to help with Jackson.

Lydia is crying and scared but does as told, wanting to help as best as she could.

"Stiles. Where's Stiles? Where...where's my son?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

This made me look at him and I see him glancing around frantically.

I begin to follow his lead and realize that Stiles is nowhere to be found.

"Where's Stiles? Where is he?" I asked.

"Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?!" Mr. Stilinski yelled, sounding angry and scared.

I frantically looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of my boyfriend but he wasn't here.

I couldn't find him.

Fear began coursing through my body and I started to shake.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" I chanted over and over again.

Tears began to gather in my eyes and I could feel them streaming down my cheeks.

I stumbled backwards and would've fallen but Scott and Isaac rushed to my side and held my arms.

They were trying to comfort me as best as they could but it wasn't working.

Because I was still in a state of panic and fear.

"Stiles! Where are you?! Babe!" I yelled.

All of a sudden something came to mind.

Gerard.

He was here, he had to have been here with the way Scott was acting, and he was planning something.

And now my boyfriend is gone.

Gerard has Stiles, I know he does, and who knows what he's going to do with him.

And while the fear was still there and not going anywhere...

The rage began to appear, slowly building up inside of me, and I clenched my jaw tightly.