Things were still in the McCall home, save for the occasional noise of a ball being thrown against the wall, and the creak of a pull-up bar being yanked on as Scott kept up with his exercise routine. It was a particularly big night, considering it would be his first day back tomorrow and the first lacrosse practice of the season and he was damn sure he was not only going to make the team, but also first line.

The peace in his routine came to a halt when Scott suddenly heard a thud outside of his house. Turning off the faucet, he wiped his hands and threw on a hoodie before grabbing his bat to make his way outside. He crept around the side, walking slowly to the front porch steps as a body swung down from the roof, startling him and getting him to start swinging his bat around. The screeching made him stop, also making him realize that it was Stiles in front of him, dangling upside down with a shit-eating grin on his face, despite almost having his head bashed in with a wooden baseball bat.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott exclaimed, once again swinging the bat for good measure.

"Dude, you are not going to believe this," said Stiles, still swinging, "I was listening in on my dad's phone call, you know, as I do, and they're bringing in every unit from the Beacon Hills Department, even the state police."

Scott leaned back, eyebrows furrowed in skepticism. "For what?"

With a grunt, Stiles swung off the roof and landed in the grass, getting up to rest his elbows on the fence. "Two joggers found a body in the woods.

Scott's eyebrows then rose. "A dead body?"

"No, a body of water." Stiles rolled his eyes, "Yes, dumbass, a dead body. A girl, probably in her twenties."

"Wait, wait. If they found the body, what else are they looking for?" Scott held up a hand, confused as all hell.

Stiles smirked, mischievous. "That's just it. They only found half."

There was a stillness down in the Beacon Hills preserve, save for the rustle and crunch of fallen leaves and a distant noise that only seemed to be getting louder. A girl was making her way through the preserve, looking in every direction and every which way for something—or someone.

She had a feeling she knew where she was as she felt the trees beneath the palms of her hands. After overhearing a police radio send out all units for dispatch about a body, she knew that something was awry. So she was careful not to be caught by the police that were roaming the scene, their flashlights bright as they combed the area.

On her way, she accidentally stepped on a branch, which caught the attention of not the police, but a boy in a red hoodie who was hiding behind a tree. She held a finger up to her lips to silence him as she slowly stepped back into the darkness.

Scott felt like he was going crazy because there was absolutely no way he just saw some girl in the preserve a few minutes ago. But considering he was out here per Stiles' request to go find half of a dead body, maybe things weren't as crazy as he was making them out to be.

But now he was stuck in the woods because Stiles got caught by his sheriff dad and dragged him back to his Jeep so he could go home, leaving him by himself. The sound of leaves crunching caught his attention again, and the girl he saw came back into his line of sight. She had a hood over head so her face was hard to make out, but Scott could see some sort of honey and amber glow in her eyes from where he was standing. She began to walk away, going to look for whatever she was looking for.

"Wha-?" Scott asked himself, still making sure that he wasn't dreaming. He went to follow her, but she was gone again. When he turned around, she was behind him, her hood removed to reveal a head of onyx black hair. Startled, Scott stepped back, falling to the ground. "Please, don't hurt me!"

"I'm not here for you," the girl simply responded. There was another sound of a cracking branch, only this time, it wasn't her who was stepping on it. The two of them froze, heads whipping around for the source. When Scott looked down, he came face to face with the dead girl, scaring him so much that he took a tumble down the side of a dirt hill. He let out a groan, and there was that crunching sound again.

He looked around for the girl, but she disappeared again. There was a distant howl, and Scott saw something between the trees. There was a red light with a soft glow, but there wasn't much time for him to decipher what it was as it was starting to run at Scott.

Scott covered his head, hoping it'd keep it from crushing his skull, but he felt a sharp pain in his side, instead. He let out a scream of agony, and the animal kept on running. He started running away again, running out of the woods so he could finally go home after the night he's had. After nearly avoiding a collision with a car, he took a pause to lift his shirt to see what got him in the side.

Teeth marks.

(old) NOTE! cir. 2018
hi, it's me again. i just want to clarify something.

this fic is set in season one, but all of its plots are being thrown out the window (for now).

i guess it's easier to say that i'm not following season one's plots, but the fic has season one's setting

crossing my fingers this clears up along the way because i'm really excited about this

✶  AUTHOR'S NOTE ╱ 100323
and we're starting with the canon compliance !!
although i'm for sure gonna be fucking it up anyway so —
i hope you enjoyed regardless <3