DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.
another werewolf.

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THAT NIGHT, ADRIAN WAS TUCKED INTO HIS BED AS HE DREAMED PEACEFULLY. The young Martin was completely out for the count, light snores slipping past his lips as he tipped beyond the point of dreaming.

Then . . . lights flashed in his dream, pictures coming to him. Adrian twitched with discomfort, his anxiety level rising for some odd reason.

In his dream, Adrian saw Isaac's dad for some strangely. He looked clueless as he stood in the rain in front of a broken bike . . . a mysterious figure who was hiding standing a few feet away.

"Isaac?" The Swim Coach questioned, his eyes squinting as he held his glasses in hand. Adrian couldn't get a clear view of the person in front of Isaac's dad, but he knew that was not the curly headed boy. Isaac's dad seemed to notice this too when he paused- him and Adrian sharing the same thud of a heartbeat- before he slowly put on his glasses. His eyes widened at the creature, Adrian feeling his fear. "Holy!"

He took off in a run, Adrian's sleeping body twitching like a dreaming animal's would. The fear, the panic . . . Adrian could feel it all. His heartbeat increased just like Mr Lahey's did, as if his life were at stake too.

Isaac's dad ran to what seemed to be his car, locking himself in as he made sounds of panic. Quick footsteps came at him however, and Adrian heard the father's struggle against whatever was attacking him.

Another flash came, white filling the redhead's vision for only a few seconds before it returned to normal.

Even Adrian's heart dropped when he saw the car door being ripped off into the air with incredible strength, leaving the poor old man cornered.

Mr Lahey backed into the car, his eyes wide with fear as he screamed for mercy. Then one last scream came . . . until Adrian came back to the land of the awake.

He gasped as he woke up, his body jolting upright. He breathed heavily as he looked down at his bedsheets and let his mind think. What was that? He thought, creeped out.

The redhead couldn't see what had scared Mr Lahey so badly, but he definitely felt his fear. For a second, it was like the teen and the man had connected over the dream.

But . . . that's impossible, right? Adrian questioned his brain. Dreams aren't memories. He reminded himself over and over in fear that if he didn't, something else would happen.

He resisted the urge to call Stiles, not wanting to make him worry over nothing in the middle of the night. Adrian could take care of this himself. Besides, it could possibly be a one time thing.

That night, Adrian Martin was unable to get a wink of sleep. His body wouldn't allow it, almost as if it wanted him to think more on what he had just saw.

The boy hugged his arms round himself and curled into a little ball. His heartbeat had calmed down as soon as he woke up, no longer feeling Mr Lahey's fear.

What a weird dream. The teen thought, the scene plaguing him all night until light.

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Toby had dropped in before school at the Martin household the next morning, wanting to see if the two siblings were in good health. Other than a confused Lydia and a few scrapes and cuts from the forest, the brother and sister were fine.

The hospital claimed Lydia to have had a vague state during her disappearance, which Adrian and Lydia knew was another word for they had no idea what happened.

Despite losing nine pounds, Lydia seemed to be fine or doing a pretty good job acting as if nothing happened, walking to school with Allison like she normally did. Adrian decided he would stay behind and walk with Toby; it had been awhile after all.

"I actually really enjoyed this one." Toby was beaming the entire walk into the school grounds as he ranted to his best friend on a book he had read for English. He had the piece of parchment in his hands, flipping through its contents. "Especially when-"

The blonde was cut short when someone smacked into him, the book in his hands dropping to the floor. Toby cursed and picked up his book, wiping the pages clean. Meanwhile, Adrian was left to face the person who bumped into his friend, gaping at them.

Isaac Lahey wore a satisfied look accompanied with a smirk. He looked . . . different somehow, and Adrian Martin had no idea what. "Watch where you're going, Valack."

"Sorry." Toby mumbled bashfully, his head hung low as he took blame. He looked like a puppy being shamed for breaking something.

"You bumped into him." Adrian squinted his eyes in confusion at the lack of logic, gesturing his thumb to his friend.

Isaac sent an easy shrug. "He shouldn't of had his nose stuck in a book." He replied, going to walk off.

"What's up with you today? You took a confidence pill or something?" Adrian scoffed, staring at the boy with a straight face which held the emotion of no amusement.

Isaac hummed, tilting his head as if in thought. "Something like that." He didn't allow the Martin to speak to him any further, striding away into school.

"I've never seen Isaac like that. He's usually so quiet." Toby observed once the boy was in the building. He held his books close to his chest, looking over at the redhead staring at the doors he had gone through.

"Yeah," Adrian trailed off, something weird stirring in his stomach. The thought of his dream last night came into play. "I don't know what's up with him today."

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"I'm serious." Scott told the two boys as they walked into the locker room. The full moon was coming back again, and to say Stiles and Adrian were nervous would be an understatement. "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me and Adrian?" Stiles, the more persistent one out of the couple, inquired; reminding the boy of his last full moon.

Scott gave him a look. "I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you and Adrian."

Stiles turned to him quickly. "You know, you say that now, but then the full moon goes up, and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay?" He spoke, clearly having given this many thought. "It's very stressful on me, and so, yes, I'm still locking you up."

Scott sighed, turning to the redhead who was standing beside his boyfriend. The tanned boy gave him a look of plead, the teen raising his hands. "Don't look at me. It's not my idea."

"See!" Scott gestured between the Martin and Stilinski boy. "Adrian agrees with me!"

"Hold up." Adrian butted in, holding up a finger. When Scott stopped, he let out a sigh. "Just because it's not my idea doesn't mean I don't agree with it. Stiles has a point, Scott."

"That's my boy!" Stiles smiled goofily.

Adrian glared. "Watch it, pal."

"Okay, fine. But I do think I'm in more control now." Scott gave in finally, smiling at the couple's antics. "Especially since things are good with Allison." He reminded.

"Ok, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison." Stiles replied, almost in annoyance. Part of him couldn't help but reflect on his own relationship, comparing the two.

"They're really good."

"I . . . Thank you, I know." Stiles gave the boy a pointed look, a clear sign that he gets the point and to stop talking.

"I mean, like, really good." Scott grinned.

Adrian cringed, getting the hint. "Too much information, Scott. I don't need to know about you and Allison having se-"

"Just, please, shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself." Stiles abruptly blurted out, silencing the two boys. Adrian gave him a look of shock, lifting an eyebrow quizzically.

"All right," Scott let it go, leaning against the locker in the changing room. "did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"

"Yeah, much better." Stiles shrugged off his bag, going to open his locker. When opened, a long line of metal chains began to fall out loudly.

Adrian could do nothing but watch like many others as Stiles let them fall and pool around his and Scott's feet. The two teens awkwardly glanced around the locker room as Coach approached, staring at the fallen chains.

"Part of me wants to ask." Coach stated as Adrian closed his eyes and bit his lip to hold in the laughs he wanted to make. "The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So . . . I'm gonna walk away." The man sputtered, slowly backing away from the teen.

"That's good. That's a wise choice, Coach." Stiles pointed at him, nodding as he stared at his locker now empty of chains. Once the man was gone, Adrian let out a small laugh as Scott gave his best friend a look. Stiles looked between the two and sputtered just as Coach had. "S-Shut up."

Adrian assisted in bending down to help Scott and Stiles retrieve the chains from the floor. In doing so, he noticed when Scott's head suddenly lifted up dramatically; revealing his yellow/gold wolf eyes.

The Martin's green orbs widened, quick to hiss to the boy. "Scott!"

The colour of Scott's eyes soon faded back to normal, allowing Adrian to breath out a sigh of relief. The tanned boy was still scanning the crowd of lacrosse players like he was doing before, seeming to be looking for someone.

Stiles, who was too busy gathering the chains to notice his best friends' eye shift, looked up at the two boys. "You okay?" He asked the werewolf, who didn't answer. "Scott."

"There's another. In here, right now." The tanned boy whispered to the two boys, who did not have a clue what he was talking about.

"Another what?"

"Another werewolf." Scott told them, letting his words soak through them.

Stiles and Adrian shared a worried glance with each other before looking around discreetly. Everybody seemed to be acting normal . . . so how would they know who it was?

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"So how did you know?" Adrian asked as himself, Stiles and Scott all sat themselves on the lacrosse field benches. "How did you know there was another werewolf in with you?"

"It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was." Scott explained to him.

"What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles eagerly asked, tightening his gear.

"Yeah."

"Okay. I think I got an idea." Stiles nodded, looking towards all the other players out on the field. Without another word, he sprinted off.

Adrian rolled his eyes at the antics of his boyfriend, shaking his head. However, as he watched Stiles spastically run away . . . he noticed Jackson talking to someone.

Funnily enough, it was a guy Jackson used to poke fun of all the time. Adrian believed his name to be Matt. The redhead used to sit next to him in a few classes. He always gave the redhead a creepy vibe, unsettling him.

Thankfully, it wasn't long until Stiles came running back. He held the goalie stick in his hand, giving Adrian a good insight on his plan. The redhead groaned, closing his eyes. "Oh no."

Stiles sat back down, hurriedly passing the stick to Scott. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day."

Scott didn't react all that much, taking the stick and shaking his head slightly. "But I hate playing goal."

Stiles stopped checking his gear to properly look at his werewolf friend. "Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."

Scott's face morphed into realisation. "Oh."

"There we go." Stiles nodded, glad his buddy was getting the point of his newly made up plan.

"What's the idea?" Scott frowned, looking back at the buzzcut teen.

Stiles gave him a look. "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."

Coach blew his whistle to alert all players just then, everyone moving on the field. "Let's go! Line it up! Faster!" Scott jogged to stand in goal, facing the line of players. "Make daddy proud."

The first player went . . . but so did Scott. Running out of goal and past the defender, Scott tackled the young boy to the ground to land in an awkward position. Adrian and Stiles winced and closed their eyes near the back of the line.

The Filipino boy helped the player up and took a big sniff, going so far to smell around the chest area.

"McCall!" Finstock yelled to the teen from the sidelines, gesturing between him and the goal. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

Adrian saw Scott nod, beginning to run back to his post in goal. "Yes, Coach."

"Let's try again!" Coach yelled, blowing his whistle yet again for the next player to set off.

Adrian looked at who was next, and he cringed when he saw it was Matt. The redhead didn't even remember the boy being on the lacrosse team until now. He always took Matt to be more focused on his camera and photography than anything else.

Once Matt had the ball in his net, he darted forwards for the goal. Scott was ready however, running out from his area within the field again. He smacked right into Matt, sending him flying over Scott's shoulders and onto his back with a thump. The young werewolf bent down for a sniff.

"McCall!" Finstock screamed. "The position's goal keeper. Not goal abandoner." He reminded, most likely frustrated one of his best players was acting up.

"Sorry, Coach." Scott apologised, his sincerity not convincing Adrian at all as he stepped back in goal.

Scott repeated his pattern of knocking down players and then sniffing them. The defender at this point had given up, letting the tanned boy do his thing.

"Stilinski," Coach walked over to the boy, Adrian standing behind him. The teacher pulled Stiles forward by the helmet so he could see his best friend sniffing a player. "what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

Stiles' answer came surprisingly quickly. "Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven."

Adrian frowned just as Coach did, inspecting the teen. "It is?" He asked, Stiles giving him a look.

Coach seemed more amused than the redhead. "That's interesting." Without another word, he walked away.

Scott wasn't letting any player off, even Danny sadly. The werewolf knocked him down and sniffed him too. Adrian sighed from the line, his doubts of Stiles' plan starting to settle in.

"McCall!" Coach shouted, frustrated. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide." He warned as the boy clambered off Danny and scrambled back to goal. "Got it?"

"Yes, Coach."

Jackson was next, but he didn't plan on advancing anytime soon. Adrian's eyebrows raised in surprise to see Jackson just blankly staring at the young werewolf. "Coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna sit this one out."

With Jackson out of line, Isaac was up next. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily, sounding like an angered animal of some sort. Adrian stared at him oddly, Stiles doing the same.

Coach blew the whistle and threw the ball, Isaac catching it effortlessly. When he took off, Scott did as well. They both ran full speed towards one another, not stopping until they collided.

Their lacrosse gear rattled as they went flying in the air, both landing on their hands and knees to face one another. Adrian's green eyes widened. Does that mean . . .

The whistle blew, breaking Adrian from his train of thought. Three police officers, including Stiles' dad, were walking over to Isaac and Scott.

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"His father's dead." Scott whispered to the two boys as he listened in on the conversation the police and Isaac were currently having across the field.

Adrian's heart thudded in his chest. The 'dream' he had had of Isaac's father came flooding back through his mind. If what happened in Adrian's dream was true and did actually happen, the three boys had a lot more than another werewolf on their hands.

"They think he was murdered." Sheriff Stilinski muttered, his son eagerly listening in from afar. The older man's hand came onto Isaac's shoulder before leading him away from the field.

"You don't think Isaac did it?" Adrian voice came more fearful than he had expected, clearing his throat. "Do you?"

"I'm not sure, why?" Scott replied, his eyes glued to the scene happening in front of them.

Adrian's eyes suddenly grew a bit wider, his heart skipping a beat. "Stiles," his boyfriend looked at him expectantly, eyebrows furrowed. "Your dad and the department can hold him in a cell for twenty-four hours, can't they?"

"Yeah." Stiles simply nodding, taking in the fallen face of Adrian Martin. "Why? What's wrong?"

"If they can . . . that means they can hold him during the full moon." The redhead stated, letting his words soak in between the pair.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott's quiet murmur of a voice asked as he turned to the son of the Sheriff.

"People, good." Stiles answered, hesitation in his next words. "Werewolves, probably not that good."

Scott released a small sigh, looking at the scene ahead. "Guys, remember when I said that I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does." Scott's were trained on Isaac, who turned his head to face them due to his new enhanced werewolf hearing.

"Y-You don't think he's hurt someone already, do you?" Adrian mumbled, his palms beginning to grow sweaty as he eyed the two werewolves on the field.

"I don't think so. Usually, the tendency to hunt and kill come around later on." Scott explained, looking a bit unsure. He turned to the redhead, a curious look on his face. "Why?"

Adrian's mouth hung open for awhile before he shook his head. "It's nothing. No reason." His mind, however, kept replaying the dream of Mr Lahey he had had. It sent a chill down his spine.

"Adrian," Stiles spoke to the boy seriously. His hand set on the Martin's arm to spin him round so they were eye to eye, a suspicious look on his face. "you didn't see anything, did you? Something you should be telling us?"

For awhile, Adrian thought it over. The dream he had felt so weird and too coincidental to be fake. So, surely he should tell the two boys . . . right?

Sadly, Adrian's mind thought differently.

"No." The teenager denied, shaking his head with a small scoff as he looked into the distance where Isaac Lahey stood, walking off with the police. "Of course not."

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In Chemistry, Adrian was surprised Mr Harris had moved him near the back of the class today- next to Danny. The redhead was confused on the fact that Jackson's usual seat was empty, but chose not to question it in fear of making noise and getting moved closer to the front.

With Stiles and Scott in front of him, Adrian was thankful to hear their conversations . . . especially the one about Isaac and Derek.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott questioned in a whisper to his best friend, the two boys leaning towards one another in the quiet classroom.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you." Stiles replied back. "And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." He guessed.

Adrian smiled dumbly to himself as he wrote something down in his notebook. Sometimes he really loved just how smart Stiles was.

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott straightened up.

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence." Stiles provided with a shrug.

"Or a witness." Adrian added in without thinking, bringing the boy's attention to him.

"Wait," Stiles whirled round as if realising something, staring at the seat Jackson would be in. "Where's Jackson?" He hissed to Adrian and Danny.

"In the principal's office talking to your dad." Danny replied after Adrian shrugged, a confused look on his face.

"What? Why?"

"Isaac lived across the street from Jackson." Adrian told his boyfriend with a shrug. "Maybe that's it."

"Witness." Scott whispered with a small nod.

Stiles stared between his boyfriend and best friend. "We gotta get to the principal's office."

"How?" Scott asked.

Adrian smirked. Now this was something he could do. "Watch and learn, boys." He whispered to them.

"Everybody please turn to page seventy-three." Mr Harris announced just as Adrian ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook, scrunched it up into a ball and threw it at the teachers head.

Everybody laughed as Stiles and Scott's mouth's dropped slightly. Mr Harris turned round with a look. "Who in the hell did that?"

Scott was quick to point to Adrian, who pointed to Stiles, who pointed to Scott.

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"Sometimes I forget how good you are at ending up here." Stiles chuckled to his boyfriend as the three of them sat outside the principals office.

Adrian shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "What can I say? Destiny called me."

"So you'll happily get all three of us sent to the principal's office but get pissed when I get us all in detention with Mr Harris?" Stiles asked, reminding them of their little fight before they got together.

"It's not my fault you wanted me and Scott to get beat up!" Adrian shrugged, a small teasing smile coming on his face.

Stiles' mouth gaped. "Wha- I didn't want you to get beaten up! I thought you would just stay by me and it would all work out!"

"You thought damaging some guy's truck would work out?!"

"Could you guys be quiet!" Scott hissed to the pair, giving them a short glare. "I'm trying to listen." He went back to aiming his ear at the glass window of the principal's office, trying to listen in on the conversation happening.

The couple immediately shut up after that, trying to listen in too but it was quite hard given they weren't gifted supernatural hearing like Scott.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" Adrian heard Sheriff Stilinski ask the star lacrosse player, a mix of shock and sadness in his voice.

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him." Jackson corrected, his voice calm.

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem." The redhead rolled his eyes at the statement, disappointed but not surprised at Jackson's heartlessness.

There was a thick, heavy silence before Noah spoke again. "No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah." Jackson sighed. "Wait, what?" Adrian snorted.

"I think we're done here." The Sheriff finished, the door opening suddenly. Stiles freaked out and grabbed a magazine, throwing it up in an attempt to hide his identity to his father.

Noah stared at his son for a few seconds, not saying anything as Scott and Adrian sheepishly stared. "Hi, Scott. Hi, Adrian." The older man stared at his son the entire time.

Scott sent a small wave while Adrian weakly smiled, watching the older Stilinski walk away. Stiles put the magazine down once he was gone, sighing in relief. Adrian rolled his eyes, he was beginning to take back his statement of loving Stiles' intelligence.

"Boys," A deep voice from the doorway made Adrian's eyebrows furrow. If anyone knew what the principal sounded like, it was most definitely Adrian Martin . . . and that wasn't him.

When the three boys turned their heads, a familiar figure stood by the principal's office with a cocky smirk . . . and who else would it be other than Gerard Argent.

A U T H O R. N O T E
took some time to finish this chapter up but it's finally done! i took a small break from this fanfic just to write and plan a few others- i did make notes though!

also, the trailer for amazing stories just dropped a few days ago and dylan looks so bomb like . . . i missed hearing his voice so much!

GIF MADE BY ME !
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