𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀
ミ★ ( clairvoyant, act one ) ★彡

     Excitement and anxiety filled through Scott McCall's veins as he was getting ready for bed before the first day of Sophomore year. He never normally feels this way before the start of a new year—but this year was going to be different. He could feel it in his bones. Thousands of emotions coursed through him, no one of them sticking on their own and he had tried to distract himself thoroughly so he couldn't focus on how nervous he was. He had finished working out and re-netting his lacrosse stick before the first day of sophomore year; hoping to finally get a spot on first line after tryouts the next day.

     You see, he and his best friend were always benched for the games of lacrosse but this year he wanted it to be different. He wanted to be proud of himself; to accomplish something. There was nothing more demeaning than saying that you were a part of the lacrosse team and you don't actually play—at least, that's how Scott put it, and same with teammate and captain, Jackson Whittemore, also put it.

     He loved lacrosse, he always wanted to play, but it didn't help that he was so bad at it. His hand-eye coordination wasn't very good, neither was his speed or agility; or his strength... don't even mention the crippling asthma that stops him from running five feet without having to gasp for air and reach for his inhaler. All in all, it's what made him be benched. He was the team's liability on the field—and Greenberg, who was also so terrible, still managed to snag a spot on the playing field.

     Stiles was a different story, but a similar one. He was smaller than the other players and his aim was terrible, but his heart was in the right place. If he paid more attention in practice and actually tried, he would actually be a decent player. But he was more distracted than anything else to really want to bother to be good.

     Scott stopped in his tracks when he heard a rustling sound come from outside and quickly put on a jacket and grabbed his baseball bat to go downstairs to look for the source of the sound.

     Once he got to the front porch, he looked around. It was night time, and it was dark with no lights out so he couldn't see what it was. He could only hope it was an animal, or the wind.

     Something from the garden rustled and Scott let out a loud scream, as did the thing that caused the rustle, and he lifted the bat up to take a swing.

     "Stiles, what the hell are you doing!?" Scott yelled at his best friend when he realised it was him that was hanging upside down from his balcony. It looked like he was trying to climb up to his room that was stationed on the second floor of his house, but failed to make it up there.

     "You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles exclaimed, before turning to look at what was in his hand, "Why do you have a bat?"

     "I thought you were a predator!" Scott snapped and Stiles scoffed at him for thinking he was going to attack him—much less that Scott would be able to defend himself against a predator with just a bat.

      "Look, I know it's late. But, you gotta hear this." Stiles brushed the previous situation off, the news of what he had been told being too good to forget, still dangling from the balcony, "I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police."

      "For what?" Scott asked, a little confused as to whah could possibly happen in their small town for that much heat.

      "Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles answered him before getting down from the balcony to stand up, the blood was rushing to his head.

      Scott looked down to the ground to see Stiles getting back up to his feet, "A dead body?" He questioned.

      Stiles sent him a look, "No a body of water." He responded sarcastically, "Yes, dumbass, a dead body."

      Stiles got back onto the porch as Scott pestered for details about the situation, "You mean like... murdered?"

     "Nobody knows yet." Stiles answered again, at least to his knowledge no one knows yet since they might've found something already while searching the woods, "Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

      "Wait, hold on. If they already found the body, then, what are they looking for?" Scott realised. It seemed like if they were searching for clues to find her killer that they wouldn't need every officer from State Police and the local department.

     Stiles jumped in excitement, "That's the best part. They only found half." He grinned like a maniac before pursing his lips, "We're going." He decided.

      The two childhood friends arrived to Beacon Hills preserve less than ten minutes later in Stiles' banged up blue Jeep. They got out of the car and grabbed their flash lights, "Are we seriously doing this?" Scott groaned.

      "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles responded as his answer. It was the most exciting thing he's ever heard happen to Beacon Hills in years.

      He pushed passed Scott and leaped over the chain that held the sign to say that no one was to enter the preserve after dark to continue into the woods, "I was hoping to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

      "Right, because sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort." Stiles remarked sarcastically at his friend's high hopes.

      "No, because I'm playing this year." Scott corrected him, struggling to keep up without tripping over any branches, "In fact, I'm making first line."

       Stiles held back the urge to laugh, "Hey, that's the spirit!" He responded instead, "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

      Scott simply scoffed at his friend for crapping on his goals but kept following him deeper into the woods, "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" He asked his friend instead.

      Stiles stopped walking momentarily before he kept walking, letting out a hump, "I didn't even think about that." He laughed nervously.

      Scott put his hands in his pockets, "And, uh... what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

       "Also something I didn't think about." Stiles answered him as they reached a hill and began to climb upwards, grabbing onto the vines and the tree roots to get higher.

      "It's comforting to know you planned this all out with your usual attention to detail." Scott commented, struggling to get to the top. He then stopped by a tree when a suggestion crossed his mind seeing Stiles continue to go on without him, "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?"

      Scott wheezed before reaching for his inhaler but continued up towards Stiles was, who was lying on his stomach to try and blend in with the ground when he saw several officers in front of them searching the grounds not too far away.

      Stiles turned his flashlight off before leaping up, "Come on!" He urged, ignoring Scott's protests to wait up for him.

      Stiles looked back over his shoulder every once in a while to see Scott following after him as he continued to run away from the cops. When he looked back again, he didn't see something sticking out and he tripped over it, falling to the ground.

      "Stiles, are you okay?" Scott asked him in a hushed tone when he caught up to him.

      Stiles only groaned in pain before sitting up right, "Yeah, I'm okay." He answered him before looking at the thing that caused him to trip over. His eyes widened, "Dude," He grabbed his friend's attention seeing it was a leg sticking out of the bushes, "I think we found the body."

      Scott's eyes widened also, "Then we should call the cops." He suggested.

      "No way, man." Stiles shook his head, getting up from the ground to walk over towards the bush to move it out of the way, only to see that it was just a bunch of branches and leaves plucked from the ground to cover it up.

       Scott let out a gasp when he saw what was underneath, "I think the killer killed again." He thought out loud. The report that Stiles heard was about half a body, but this one was full.

       Stiles looked over at the body, seeing it was a girl about their age with dirty blonde hair—but she was covered in bruises and blood. He thought that they might even went to school with her, but it was hard to tell with the darkness and her injuries.

      Something was telling him to bend down and check her pulse, as morbid as it was in case she was truly dead. He let out a gasp of his own when he felt a pulse, "Scott, she's still alive." He realised, turning to look at him in shock.

      "What do we do?" Scott asked him, completely freaked out that they would be an accessory or witness to a crime—a completely different one than the one they were hoping to find.

      "I have to call my dad." Stiles sighed and grabbed his phone out of his pocket to dial his number, when he realised that there was an officer coming their way. He turned to Scott, "Go back to the car. You shouldn't have to get in trouble. I'll meet you there once I get her to a hospital." He shooed him.

      Scott nodded and ran off while Stiles stood up from his crouching position and began to wave his hands like a maniac with his torch on, "Over here! Please help!" He called out, making the dog that was with the officer go crazy.

       The officer ran over to them and the dog continued to bark angrily at Stiles, causing him to back up, "Hang on, hang on." He heard his dad say, "This little delinquent belongs to me. What's going on?"

      "Dad, you have to help her." Stiles pointed towards the nameless girl, "She's still alive."

      His dad turned towards the other officer, "Get a medic down here. Now." He ordered before going towards the girl's side, checking for a pulse again to see that his son was indeed right.

      He took his jacket off and put it on her to keep her warm since she was as cold as ice, before trying to look for any sustaining and life threatening injuries. "What happened?" He asked his son.

      "I was looking for the other half of the body like it said on dispatch and I tripped and found her underneath those stacks of branches." He explained before pointing at the stack of branches that he had tossed aside, "I know it sounds bad but I didn't do this."

       Noah didn't say anything, he only looked his son up and down. He knew Stiles couldn't of done this, he didn't have the means or the strength to do it. Stiles may be smart, but not smart enough to get away with murder if she didn't survive.

      The officer came back and let them know that the medic was five minutes out with the ambulance, and Noah Stilinski nodded at him while making sure to keep checking on the girl's pulse.

      Thankfully they weren't too deep into the woods for the medics to find them, when they eventually did, they took her away in the ambulance and Noah pulled his son away by his jacket, "So, uh... do you listen in to all of my phone calls?" He questioned him as they walked back to his car.

      "No. Not the boring ones." Stiles answered, feeling the rain beginning to fall over them. "I guess it's a good thing I listened to this one though, who knows if you guys would've found her."

       "You know you're going to have to make a statement down at the station about this, don't you?" Noah reminded him and Stiles groaned. The father then looked around, "Where's your usual partner in crime?"

      "Who, Scott?" Stiles panted, "Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow." He half lied even though Scott was definitely still in the woods somewhere, hiding from all of them, "It was just me, in the woods. Alone."

      Noah turned his flashlight to look around to see if Scott was following them before he sighed, "You and I are going to have an important conversation about something called invasion of privacy." He scolded him, "After we go down to the station for your official statement."

      Stiles could only look back behind him in hopes that Scott wasn't still hiding somewhere in the woods and that he had made it back to the car and was hiding in there.