Battlefield

I was sitting in Ms. Morrell's Office a week later after everything. "You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding." I explain to the guidance councilor. 

"Are you saying you hope Matt felt peace in his final moments?" She asks me. I sigh.

"I don't feel sorry for him." I reply.

"Can you feel sorry for the nine - year - old Matt who drowned?" She asks me.

I sigh. "Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one." I rely back, looking down at my hands. "And by the way, Stiles' dad told me that they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on Matt's computer." I say to her. "And not just of her though. I mean, he photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, like he had built this whole fake relationship. That's crazy." I explain to her. "So yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train."

"One positive thing came out of this, though. Right?" She asks me.

"Yeah.: I reply, thinking about how Stiles' dad got his job back. "Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know. It's just like tension when we, me and Stiles, talk. Same thing with Scott. And Allison." I explain to her. 

"Have you talked to them since that night?" She asks me.

I shake my head. "No, not really. Me and Stiles, we still like each other but there's this huge rift in our relationship, I don't- I don't think we're gonna make it. And- And, I mean, Scott, he's got his own problems to deal with though." I tell her, thinking about what he must be going on with his mother. 

"I don't think he's talked to Allison either, hell I haven't. But that might be more her choice, you know. Her mom dying hit her pretty hard." I tell her. "But I guess it brought her and her dad closer."

"How did her death affect you?" She asks me.

I look down. "It sucks losing a family member, someone you love. I never knew my father but when my mother was killed, it broke me. And I thought, okay no more losing family. And the Victoria died." I explain to her. "And Jackson? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Actually the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal." I say, slightly bitter. 

"And what about you, Melanie? Feeling some anxiety about Stiles' championship game tomorrow night?" She asks me.

"Why would you ask me that? Ah. Uh, no. I - I don't play. But hey, since one of his teammates are dead and another one's missing, who knows, right?" I say to her. 

"You mean, Isaac." She says and I nod. "One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you?" 

"How come you're not taking any notes on this?" I ask giving her a curious look. 

"I do my notes after the session." She tells me.

I give her a weird look. "Your memory's that good?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. 

"How about we get back to you? Melanie?" She asks me. 

"I'm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible's about to happen." I explain to her. 

"It's called hyper - vigilance, the persistent feeling of being under threat." Ms. Morrell says.

"But it's not just a feeling, though. It's - it's like it's a panic attack. You know, like I can't even breathe." I tell her. 

"Like you're drowning?" She asks me. 

"Yeah." I mutter. 

"So if you're drowning, and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?"

"You do anyway. It's a reflex." I say. 

She nods slightly. "But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?"  

"Not much time." I reply. 

"But more time to fight your way to the surface?"

"I guess."

I look at my fingers as she asks the next question. "More time to be rescued?"

I look up at the woman in the chair across from me. "More time to be in agonizing pain. I mean, did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?" 

"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?" She asks. 

"And what if it just gets worse? What if it's agony now and then - and it's just hell later on?" I ask her. 

"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said - "If you're going through hell, keep going."

I look down, thinking about the words she had just said.

-------

The next morning, I stood outside the Hale House. I knew Derek was in there, as was Erica and Boyd. I sigh, starting to listen in.

"Tonight." I hear Erica say. 

Boyd was the next to talk. "Everyone's gonna be at the game. We figured it was the best time." He says. They're leaving.

"It's not like we want to." Erica says. 

"What do you want?" Derek asks her, sounding upset kind of. 

"Since I just turned 16 a month ago, I wouldn't mind getting my license. I can't do that if I'm dead, you know." Erica replies back to the Alpha.

"Well, I told you there was a price." Derek tells the two.

"Yeah, but you didn't say it would be like this." Boyd tells him. 

"Yeah, but I told you how to survive." Derek says, sounding slightly annoyed at the two. "You do it as a pack. And you're not a pack without an Alpha." He tells them. 

"We know." Boyd says, quieter than before.

"You wanna look for another pack? How are you even gonna find one?" Derek asks the two. 

"We think we already did." Boyd answers. My eyes widen. Another Pack? In Beacon Hills? 

"Like all of a sudden we heard all this howling. It was unbelievable." Erica says, sounding slightly amazed. 

"There must have been a dozen of them." Boyd says. 

"Maybe more." Erica says. 

"Yeah, or maybe only two." Derek says, confusing me. And probably the wolves inside. "You know what the Beau Geste effect is? If they modulate their howls with a rapid shift in tone, 2 wolves can sound like 20." 

"Look that doesn't matter, okay?" Erica asks. "There's another pack out there. There's got to be. We've made up our minds." Erica says.

"We lost, Derek." Boyd says. "And it's over. We're leaving."

"No. No, you're running. And once you start, you don't stop. You'll always be running." Derek tells the two.

I hear footsteps leading out of the house, to where I was. Erica stops, seeing me on the grass in front of the house. "Hey." I say to them.

Erica smiles at me. "Hey Mel."

"You guys are really leaving?" I ask them.

Boyd nods. "We need to. We don't want to die." Boyd tells me.

I nod. "I know. And I'm happy for you guys. If you really want to leave, it's your choice. But stay safe, because I don't want to lose my friends." I tell them with a smile on my face. I wrap my arms around Boyd, hugging him. He hugs me back.

"Thank you for being a great friend." Boyd whispers.

"Thank you for being a great math partner." I say, the two of us laugh lightly.

We part and I look at Erica who was frowning slightly. "Sorry for being a bitch to you after I turned. You were always nice to me before." 

"I'm sorry for throwing you into the Zamboni." I say. She laughs lightly, causing me to smile. I hug her tightly. She hugs me back. "Vous êtes courageux, genre et je suis heureux d'avoir été ami avec une personne extraordinaire comme vous, mon ami. Un membre du pack. Ne jamais abandonner sur les choses que vous voulez." I whisper to her in French.  

We pull out of the hug. "What does that mean?" She asks me.

"Look it up one day." I say to her, smirking slightly. "Thank you for not telling anyone about my eyes."

"Did you ever find out why they did that?" She asks me.

I shake my head, replying. "No, but you will be the first person I tell; aside from Stiles." I say to her. She nods, smiling. I hug her once more, quickly, and pull away. "Stay safe and when you reach your destination. Call me, tell me you both are safe. I don't want to lose touch with either of you." I say to them.

They both nod at me. I smile once more before I go inside.

"Hale." I say, seeing Derek's back facing me once I walk into the burned up living room. He turns and looks at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me.

"Right now you are the only one that knows what the hell is going on with me." I tell him. 

Derek sighs. "I don't know exactly what's going on with you."

"I think I might know who could help us figure it out." I say to him. I watch as Derek picks up a piece of mirror.

"Peter." I say as Derek throws the piece of glass right past me. My eyes widen as I turn around. I see Peter standing there, holding the piece of glass that was right at his neck. My breathing hitches lightly. "That could have it me!" I exclaim.

"I knew what I was throwing it at." Derek replies.

Peter looks at us. "I'd expected a slightly warmer welcome." Derek gives him a look, as do I. Peter drops the glass mirror on the ground. "Point taken."

"It's quite a situation you've got yourself in here, Derek. I mean, I'm out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly there's lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, Melanie's got weird powers now, and you're cooking up werewolves out of every self - esteem - deprived adolescent in town." Peter says to him. I roll my eyes. 

"What do you want?" Derek asks, glaring at his uncle. 

"Well, I want to help." Peter says, walking closer to me and Derek. "You're my nephew. The only relative that I have left. You know, there's still a lot that I can teach you. Can we just talk?" Peter puts his hand on Derek's shoulder. 

Derek looks at his hand, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Sure. Let's talk." Derek kicks Peter back into the stair railing, making the wood break as he fell to the floor. 

Peter stands up as I begin to talk. "I'll let you sort this out. I need to head to the game. Call me when you figure this out." I tell them before walking past Peter and out of the house.

"She's becoming more braver, don't you think?" Peter asks Derek.

"Her mother did one thing right." Derek mutters.

I ignore the rest of their conversation and leave.

----

I walk into the locker room looking for Stiles, but hear Coach talking to the team as I walk towards them. I stand by Ms. McCall and Stiles. 

"Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind." Coach says, talking through a microphone.

"What?" Me ans Melissa both mutter as players cheer.

"Mankind - that word should have new meaning for all of us today." 

I look at Stiles, tapping his shoulder. "What the hell is he talking about?" I ask him. 

"He does this every year." Stiles says to me, looking at me. "Hey."

I smile at him. "Hi." We haven't really talked this week. 

"Seriously?" Melissa asks Stiles. 

"Yeah." He replies. 

""We are fighting for our right to live." Coach quotes. 

The team cheers. "Yeah!" 

"Wait, is this...?" Melissa trails off. 

"Yeah, it's the speech from Independence Day." Stiles says as I smile, shaking my head lightly at the Lacrosse Coach. 

"But as the day the world declared in one voice - " 

Stiles looks at us. "It's Coach's favorite movie." Stiles tells us. 

"We will not go quietly into the night!" Coach yells. 

"And he doesn't know any sports speeches?" I ask, confused. 

Stiles looks at me. "I don't think he cares." 

"Today we celebrate our Independence Day!" Coach yells, ending the speech. 

Players cheer again. "Yeah!" 

Gerard walks into the room, putting his hands on Coaches shoulders. My breathing hitches as I grab onto Stiles' hand, giving him a nervous look. Melissa looks at me nervously. I forgot she now knew about the supernatural. "Well spoken, Coach." He says. Melissa and I both look at the man, nervously. "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion." I watch as Scott looks at him. "And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co - captain leading you." 

"One captain?" I mutter. Scott quickly looks at me then back to Gerard. 

"Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team." Gerard says. Coach smiles, nodding. "Get out there and murder them." Stiles and I share a worried and shocked look. 

"You heard the man." Coach yells. "Asses on the field!" 

The team cheers. "Yeah!" 

"Coach, are you benching me?" I hear Scott ask. 

"It's not my decision." Coach says.

"But I have to play." Scott says. 

"McCall, you're failing three classes." He says then mocks what he says next. "Academics come first." 

"Coach, you don't get it. You have to let me play." Scott tells him, urgently. 

"McCall, no." Coach tells him. "Not tonight. Tonight, you're on the bench." Coach walks away, leaving Scott standing there, looking shocked and worried.

I walk up to him. "What's going on?" I ask him.

"Nothing good." He replies. I sigh. "Listen, go watch the game. I'll make sure Gerard doesn't kill anyone." He whispers. 

"Fine, but if something does happen. Tell me." I say to him. He nods at me. I walk out of the locker room, walking with Melissa to the field. 

----

I sat with Melissa and Mr. Stilinski, as they were talking I was listening to Scott and Stiles.

"Your dad coming?" Scott asks. 

"Yeah, he's already here with Mel." Stiles says to him. 

"You seen Allison?" Scott asks. 

"No, you know what's going on?" Stiles asks him. 

"Not yet." Scott answers. 

"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Stiles asks him. I sigh, looking towards the boys, standing up.

"Looks like it." Scott replies. 

"Scott, the other night 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 - I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't -" Stiles says to Scott as I walk down there and sit next to him.

"Nothing is gonna happen to your dad." I whisper to him. He smiles at me. 

"It's okay." Scott says. 

"We're losing, dude." Stiles tells Scott. 

Coach comes up behind us. "The hell are you talking about? Game hasn't even started." Coach tells Stiles. "Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg." My eyes widen. 

"What? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles asks, confused. 

"What happened to Greenberg?" Coach holds out his hand, "He sucks." He holds out his other hand. "You suck slightly less." Coach says. 

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?" Stiles asks. 

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself." Coach says to him. 

"I already did that today, twice." Stiles says, smirking lightly. I sigh, shaking my head as Scott looks away awkwardly.

"Girlfriend right here." I say to him. Stiles kisses my head before Coach yells.

"Get the hell out there!" Coach yells. I kiss Stiles' cheek quickly.

"Go play!" I exclaim. 

Stiles grabs his helmet and stick, rushing to the field. "Ah."

"Argent!" Coach yells. I look at him. "Get back on the bleachers." I roll my eyes and nod before looking at Scott.

"If Gerard starts something. I can hear him, I'll know. If you need help tell me." I say, whispering quietly so Coach couldn't hear. Scott nods at me. I smile before going back to where Melissa and Mr. Stilinski sat.

Sheriff looks at me then to Stiles running to the field. "Oh, no. Why is my son running out to the field?"

"Because he's on the team?" I say, giving him a weird look. 

"He is." He mutters. 

"Mm - hmm." Melissa says. 

"He's on the team." He tells us. I look at him, amused. "He's - he's on the field." The Sheriff stands, raising his hands in the air. "My son is on the field!" He exclaims happily. Everyone on the bleachers gives him a look as if says 'duh'.

"Oh, dear God." I hear Stiles mutter from the field. I smile slightly. 

"Scott, can you hear me?" I hear Gerard say. Shit. I look down at Scott. "Ah, you can. Good. Then listen closely because the game is about to get interesting." Gerard says to him. 

"Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott." Gerard says. "I'll give you until the last 30 seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from 30, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone." Gerard tells him. I look around nervously. "So tell me, Scott, who's gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the sheriff, your best friend's father?" He asks. "Or Melanie, who is acting like she can't hear me? She's been lying quiet a lot recently. Haven't you Melanie?" Gerard asks me. I look at him before looking at Scott, who was looking at me confused. "Or how about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha?" My eyes widen. I look over next to me, seeing Lydia sit there.

"Hey Mel." She says to me.

I smile lightly at her. "Hey."

"Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole life ahead of them?" I hear Gerard ask. 

"Oh, God." I hear Stiles mutter as he hit his stick on his helmet.

"Or should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous coach?" Gerard says. I look to Coach, who was sitting on the bench. "It's up to you, Scott. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don't - I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood." Gerard tells the boy. I take a deep breath, slowly letting it out.

The whistle blows, signalling the game to begin.

----

The time board now read 

Time: 1:40

Home: 0

Guest: 2

QTR: 1

I watched as the ball lands in Stiles net. I smile lightly as Stiles laughs. Right as someone from the other team tackles him. The crowd groans.

"He's probably just warming up." I say to Melissa, Mr. Stilinski and Lydia. Lydia nods, as does Melissa. 

On the field, Stiles tried to get the ball. "Ooh, I got it, I got it, I got it." He says as two players run into him making him fall.

I sigh, holding my head on my hand as I rest my elbow on my knee.

"Oh." Lydia says as Stiles got tackled. "He's just a little nervous. Right Mel?" She asks me.

"Yeah, there should be plenty of time to turn it around, right?" I ask.

----

Stiles held the stick, ready to catch the ball flying at him. But it hits his head. "Ow." He mutters.

I sigh as the crowd boos. I share a look with Lydia, who pressed her lips together, looking away.

"He's got this." I mutter.

Melissa looks down as Mr. Stilinski lowers his hands from his face, looking up.

----

The whistle blows. I watch as Scott tries to stand up. Coach walks up to him, pushing him back on the bench. "Sit down McCall."

"But Coach, we're dying out there." Scott tells him.

"Oh, I'm aware of that." Coach tells him. "Now sit." Coach says as I get up and walk over there. Coach walks away as Isaac and I sit on either sides of Scott. Isaac was in his uniform.

Scott looks at him, in surprise. "You came to help."

"I came to win." Isaac clarifies. I smirk at him.

"And we will." I tell them.

The three of us look towards Gerard, who was looking at us before looking away.

----

"So what's the plan?" I ask the two boys.

"Right now, keep Jackson from killing everyone." Scott answers.

I sigh. "Well I can't do that. I don't play Lacrosse." 

"And it might be easier if you're actually in the game." Isaac tells Scott. "We have to make it so coach has no choice but to play you." 

I look at Isaac as Scott asks. "How do we do that? He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field."

Isaac smirks at us. "Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?" I ask him.

"I can try." Isaac says and walks out to the field.

I walk back and sit next to Melissa and the Sheriff. 

---- 

The scoreboard now read,

Time: 1:09

Home: 0

Guest: 4

QTR: 2

As a player from our team got the ball, Isaac runs into him, pushing him to the ground forcefully. "Ouch." I mutter. 

"Lahey!" Coach yells at him as he turns to another player. "Ramirez! You're in."

Isaac running into players kept happening. Isaac and a three other players including Jackson all run into each other. I watch as Isaac is still on the ground. "It's not broken. But I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading." I hear Isaac saying to Scott. 

"You want to play chess, Scott? Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns." I hear Gerard say to Scott. 

"One, two, three." An EMT lifts him on a stretcher. 

Coach stands next to Scott. "McCall. Either you're in or we forfeit." He says, giving Scott the Lacrosse stick, before walking away. 

Melissa ruses from the bench and over to Scott. "Hey, something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game?" She asks her son. 

"You should go." He tells her. 

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. And everything that I said before, forget it. All of it." She tells him. "Okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to." Melissa tells him. 

"I will." Scott says. Melissa walks up to us, sitting in between me and the Sheriff.

----

I was watching the game as Scott grabs the ball, running. An opposing player runs towards the teen wolf, pushing him to the ground. I sigh.

I watch as Stiles looks up as the ball lands in his net. An opposing player runs towards him, pushing him to the ground causing him to fall on his back once he landed on the ground.

Scott starts to push himself off the ground as I hear Gerard start talking. "Don't you know what you're really bargaining for, Scott?" Gerard says. I look around, not seeing him anywhere. "Haven't you guessed what the real offer on the table is? It's Allison. It's always been Allison." He tells Scott. "You give me Derek, and I'll let you have Allison."

I look at the scoreboard,

Time: 10:03

Home: 4

Guest: 9

QTR: 4

"Gerard, he's gone." Scott whispers, looking up at me. I nod.

"Check on Isaac." I mutter.

----

After Scott left the field, I looked at the scoreboard a few minutes later.

Time: 5:00

Home: 7

Guest: 9

QTR: 4

The whistle blows as a player runs to the goal. An opposing player runs into him, pushing him to the ground. I sigh, putting my head in my hands.

"McCall! Where's McCall?!" Coach yells. "Argent!" I look up at Coach. "Where is McCall?" I shrug my shoulders.

The whistle blows.

I watch as two players knell for the ball, a Beacon Hills player picks it up, running towards the goal, only to get sacked.

The ball rolls to Stiles feet. I smile as he looks down in surprise. I hear the other players looking for the ball.

Stiles picks it up, running towards the goal, backwards. "Oh, oh, oh." Stiles turns around, running towards the goal.

I look towards him, smiling.

Stiles was still running, looking to the players behind him, who was now running towards him for the ball. Stiles screams, turning back forwards, running, still screaming.

"Oh crap." I hear Stilinski say. I look at Stiles dad who had his head in his hands. I look back at Stiles.

Stiles slows to a stop in front of the goal. The teams were still running towards him. "Stilinski!" Coach yells. "Shoot the ball! Shoot it, you idiot!" Stiles still doesn't.

I stand up, putting my hands up to my mouth, cupping it, yelling. "Shoot it Stilinski!" I yell at him smiling. "Shoot the ball!"

Stiles throws the ball into the goal. 

"Yes! That's my boyfriend!" I yell excitedly.

Sheriff stands, cheering for his son.

"Yeah!" Coach yells. "Yes!"

"I scored a goal?" I hear Stiles ask. 

I look at the scoreboard

Time: 4:35

Home: 8

Guest: 9

QTR: 4

"I scored a goal!" Stiles cheers. He raises his arms in the air, yelling. "I scored a goal."

I smile at him as he looks at me, smiling.

----

I look at the scoreboard, nervous. 

Time: 2:15

Home: 8

Guest: 9

QTR: 4

Stiles caught the ball, running towards the goal. An opposing player stands in his way causing him to spin and throw the ball in the goal.

"Yeah!" Stilinski cheers for his son, standing, as the ball goes in the goal.

"Whoo!" I cheer loudly.

Coach stands, cheering.

I look back to the board.

Time: 2:10

Home: 9

Guest: 9

QTR: 4

"Yes! Whoo" Stiles cheers.

I turn to Lydia, hugging her. She smiles at me.

----

I watch as Stiles runs towards the goal, throwing the ball into it.

"Yes!" I cheer, standing, clapping loudly.

The team rushes to congratulate him. "Yes!" Stiles cheers.

"That is my boyfriend! Yes!" I cheer.

Lydia and Melissa look at me amused.

Stiles looks towards me on the bleachers. I smile happily at him. He smiles widely at me.

I got off the bleachers as others did to because the game was over.

I see Scott pushing his way through people. I look at the score board.

Time: 0.30

Home: 10

Guest: 9

QTR: 4

Scott and I look at each other before looking at Jackson, who looks at us, unemotionally.

I watch as the scoreboard time goes down and the ref blows the whistle.

Jackson drops his gloves. I notice claws on his fingers.

The buzzer goes off, ending the game. The crowd stands, cheering.

"We did it!" Coach cheers. "We won!"

I look at Scott, walking closer to him. "Nothing happened." I say.

"Nothing." He mutters.

The lights go out, one by one.

Everyone looks around, confused.

Scott and I share a look, right when some lady screams.

"Shit." I mutter.

Everyone starts running around.

"Scott!" I hear Melissa yell. "Scott, where are you?"

I see some Lacrosse players standing over something. I look around, for Stiles or Lydia. "Lydia!" I yell, looking for my Strawberry Blonde best friend. 

"Mel!" I hear her yell as she rushes up.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

She nods. "Who's hurt?" I shrug, not knowing. I look over, seeing Melissa and Scott rush to whoever was down. 

"Jackson?" I mutter, seeing him on the ground.

"Jackson? What happened to Jackson?" She asks, rushing up to them. I rush after her. "Jackson, what's happening?"

I grab Lydia's arm comfortingly as the two of us watch. Scott and Isaac walk up to us. I share a look with the two teen wolves.

I watch as Melissa puts an ear to Jackson's chest. "He's not breathing." Melissa says, causing Lydia to cry more. "No pulse."

"Nothing?" I ask her.

"Nothing." She repeats. She lifts up his shirt, revealing clawed and bloodstained skin on his stomach. I raise my hand to my mouth, shocked.

"Oh my god, there's blood. There's blood."

"He did it to himself." I hear Isaac ask.

Melissa looks at Lydia. "Get down here." She says but Lydia doesn't move. "Get down here and hold his head." Lydia moves down there and kneels behind Jackson, holding his head. "Tilt it up." Lydia tilts his head up.

Melissa presses down on Jackson's chest, repeatedly, trying to bring him back. Sheriff pushes his way through the crowd, looking at Jackson, Lydia and Melissa. He looks around the crowd before looking at me. "Melanie. Where's Stiles?" He asks me, causing my eyes to widen. I look around the field, not seeing my spaz of a boyfriend.

"Stiles?!" I yell, looking around, still not seeing him anywhere.

"Stiles!" Sheriff yells. "Where's Stiles?" He asks. "Where's my son?!" He yells, still looking around. I look at Scott, worriedly. "Where the hell is my son?!" Stilinski yells, looking around at the crowd.

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OMG I"M ALMOST DONE!!! Is anyone excited for Season 3 for Melanie as I am?? No. OKay. But seriously the next chapter and next book is so important for Melanie and Stiles and their relationship. And in the next book Melanie finds out who her father is as well as what she is. Guys I'm so excited!! Anyways please comment and vote. Thanks for reading. Bye!

-Kelly.

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