Chapter One: The Beginning

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It was a seemingly quiet night in the little town of Beacon Hills, California. All the school kids were getting ready for bed so they could be ready for their first day of school the next day. All except two.

Scott McCall has always been a nobody in high school, but not this year. This year, he was ready to show everyone what he was made of. First plan of action? Not be just another bench warmer on the lacrosse team. Usually, football players are the big shots at high schools, but at Beacon Hills, it was the lacrosse players. Beacon Hills didn't even have a football team.

Scott was mentally preparing himself for the tryouts as he laced up his lacrosse stick. It wasn't that he was bad at lacrosse, he wasn't exactly good either, but he also was plagued with asthma. He constantly needed his inhaler. Which, apart from being a Class A nobody, was one of the reasons he didn't have a girlfriend. He needed to make this team.

His thoughts were interrupted by a noise coming from outside. His mom was on a shift at the hospital so he was home alone. He grabbed a baseball bat from the hall closet before going outside on the porch to investigate. He looked out into his front yard to see if he could spot anybody when someone hung down from the first level roof.

Scott and the perpetrator both screamed bloody murder as Scott went to swing the bat. As he was about to swing, he realized the intruder wasn't dangerous, but just his best friend "Stiles" Stilinski attempting to scare him.

"STILES? What the hell are you doing?" shouted a panicky Scott at his beloved, yet insane best friend.

"Well, you weren't answering your phone! And why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator!" Scott lowered the bat.

Stiles scoffed, "A predator? I know it's late, but you've gotta hear this," the upside down boy turned serious, "I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department and even State Police." At this point, Scott just wanted Stiles to just get to the point so he could go to bed, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit intrigued.

"For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles then, very ungracefully dropped himself off the ledge and onto the ground. Scott peered over the railing, "A dead body?". Stiles now had his full fledged attention.

"No, a body of water," said the sarcastic teen, "yes, dumbass! A dead body." Stiles climbed up over the railing back onto the porch.

"You mean like, murdered?"

"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

"Wait, if they found the body then what are they looking for?" Scott realized. Stiles face suddenly got this look of adventure and mystery on his face. "That's the best part, they only found half!" Stiles grinned mischievously and nodded, "We're going."

The two boys pulled up to the Beacon Hills Preserve in Stiles' old, but still useable, Jeep.

"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott was never one truly for adventure. He liked to follow the rules and play it safe. He didn't want to add the stress of Scott being in some sort of trouble to his Mom.

Stiles looked at his friend incredulously, "You're always the one bitching that nothing ever happens in this town! Now come on."

"I was trying to get a good night sleep before practice tomorrow!"

Once again, Stiles looked at Scott like he was crazy as they walked deeper into the woods. "Right. Cause sitting on the bench is such an effort."

"No, because I'm playing this year." Scott told him confidently, "In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey! That's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream. Even if it's a pathetically, unrealistic one." Both boys shared a laugh together.

"Speaking of dreams Stiles, didn't your sister come home a few days ago?"

"Yeah. It's the first time I've seen her not in a little computer screen or in a picture in like, five years. She's been at that arts boarding school since the 6th grade."

"Why did she come back?"

"She said it was cause she got really home sick, so she just figured she'd finish out her last two years back home. I tried to get her to come with us, but since she's such an overachiever, she stayed home to sleep." Stiles said teasingly.

"See! Some of us are rational."

"Yeah, but you're already out so shut up."

Scott all of a sudden became very nervous at the thought that they were looking for a dead body in the middle of the night in the woods. "Just, um, out of curiosity which half of the body are we looking for?"

Stiles stopped short and looked at Scott, "Huh. I didn't even think of that." Stiles laughed out of the adrenaline rush he was in.

Scot smiled and just shook his head. Stiles could be so absentminded. "And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

"...also something I didn't think about."

They kept walking a little further when they had to climb up a mini hill.

"It's comforting to know you thought this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott told his friend sarcastically.

"You know, maybe the asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." Scott leaned back against a tree to take his inhaler out for use. He couldn't rest for long because Stiles continued to run up the hill and then fall flat on his stomach to investigate. Scott just shook his inhaler and tried not to die and fell down next to him. They looked ahead and saw a line of police and police dogs. Scott took a puff of his inhaler while Stiles began to panic.

"Come on Scott!" Stiles got up and took off running.

"Stiles!" Scott took another puff of his inhaler and ran after his best friend. "Wait up!"

Scott continued to call after Stiles as they tried to escape the polices' searching flashlights.

"Stiles!" Stiles turned back to wait for Scott but when he turned back to look for the whereabouts of the police, a police dog barked in his face. Stiles fell flat on his back. Scott witnessed this and quickly hid behind a tree still in earshot.

"I got something!" a cop shouted to his comrades, "Hold on, hold on. This little delinquent belongs to me."

'Of course it would be my luck that it's my dad that catches me', Stiles thought, 'Time to play it off.' Stiles stood up feigning surprise at the sight of his dad.

"Oh hey Dad! How ya doing?"

"What, do you listen in on all of my phone calls?"

Stiles sounded nervous because of his still heavily pumping adrenaline. "No!...Well, not the boring ones."

Officer Stilinski just looked at his son, not surprised in the least. "So, where's your partner in crime?"

"Who Scott? Sco- Scott's at home! He said- He said he wanted to get a good night sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone."

Stiles' dad wasn't convinced and raised his flashlight from out of his son's face, to out in the woods. He panned the flashlight around the area to find Scott as Stiles tried to catch his breath.

"Scott! Are you out there?" Officer Stilinski shouted out for the other teenage boy. "Scott!" He turned his flashlight off and put it back in its holster. He then turned his attention back to his son.

Officer Stilinski sighed and said, "Well young man, I'm gonna have to walk you back to your car and you and I are gonna have a long conversation about something called 'Invasion of Privacy'."

Scott peered from behind the tree and watched as the Stilinskis walked away from him. 'It looks like I'm gonna have to walk home. If I even know the way out...' Scott thought. He slammed his head against the back of the tree and walked off as it started to rain. Scott kept looking around for anything familiar, but he had never had the best sense of direction. 'I can't believe this is happening. All I wanted to do was stay home.' Scott angrily thought. He needed to get home. He tried to listen for any signs of a road but all he heard were the sounds of the animals. The more he walked, the more creeped out he was getting.

Scott stopped as he thought he saw something in front of him. He watched the suspicious area and shook up his inhaler for another puff.

He fell back and dropped his inhaler as a herd of deer came out of the cluster of trees, shocking him. Scott laid on the ground as the deer ran away trying not to get hurt. He sat up halfway and looked around for his inhaler.

"No!" Scott quickly stood up and turned on the Flashlight App on his iPhone to look for the inhaler. He dug through leaves and checked the general area, but couldn't find it. He shined his flashlight over the ground some more when he passed over something. He looked back at the thing he saw, only to find the top half of the body. Scott fell back in surprise and tumbled backwards down a hill. He pulled himself up over a fallen log and went to go back to where he saw the deer when he stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around to see a big black creature growling at him a few yards away.

Suddenly, the creature sprang at Scott and tackled him to the ground. It started to drag him away. Scott flipped himself onto his stomach to find something to hold onto when the creature bit him. The creature then released his hold on him and he got up and ran away faster than he had ever ran before. He kept running until he saw two bright lights coming at him from the side. A car swerved on the rainy roads to avoid him and kept going. Scott looked down at where he was bitten on his side to find a bloody bite mark. He then walked home defeated, bloody, dirty, tired, and wet with rain.

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