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"Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?" Coach yells

Brooke didn't quite know what the plan was, but Isaac had been ramming through his teammates. Sending each one to sit out on the benches. She could only assume it was to get Scott in the game, otherwise, Isaac had officially lost it.

As soon as the whistle was blown, Jackson runs into Isaac sending him and another player flying. Brooke and Scott immediately stand up. Scott runs over as EMTs walk over with a stretcher.

"Oh my god." Brooke mumbles as she steps down from the bleachers. As she rushes over, Coach hands Scott his helmet and lacrosse stick, "Scott."

Scott turns as Brooke stops in front of him. Her eyes on Isaac as he gets carried away, "He's okay."

"Are you sure?"

"No." He sighs

"No?" Brooke exclaims

"Hey," Melissa says standing beside the two, "something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game?"

"You should go." Scott says

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

"I will." He nods, "And I'll make sure Isaac is okay, too."

Melissa nods as she takes Brooke's hand, "Come on, honey."

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The game went on, but Brooke could barely focus on what was happening. Isaac was hurt and Scott had disappeared a little while ago. Her leg bounces up and down as another play starts. The two teams were going at each other like usual, but there seemed to be a bit of confusion.

She looks down the field and sees Stiles standing there with the ball at his feet. Her brows are drawn inward as she sits up. Stiles looks down before picking it up and running.

"Oh, oh, oh. Ah!" He yells as the other team starts to run at him

"Oh, crap." Noah groans. Stiles screams as he stops in front of the goalie.

"Stilinski! Shoot it. Shoot the ball! Shoot it, you idiot!" Coach yells

"Shoot it!" Lydia yells

"Shoot, Stiles!" Brooke yells. Stiles turns and launches the ball into the goal making the point. Brooke and Noah jump up as the crowd cheers.

Stiles jumps up and down, "I scored a goal! I scored a goal!"

For the next few minutes, Stiles seemed to be on a high. Making the goals for his team that he never had before. Brooke couldn't stop the smile from spreading as she watched her brother's excitement each time he made a goal. Brooke and Lydia jump up and down as Stiles makes yet another point. Only a few seconds were left on the clock before it buzzed signaling the end of the game. The cheers of the crowd got louder as Lydia and Brooke turn and hug each other.

As they pull away, the lights shut off one by one. The crowd dies down as confusion falls over them. A scream is heard sending everyone into panic. Each of them running in different directions to get away from whatever danger may be near. Brooke and Melissa step down from the bleachers.

"Scott! Scott, where are you? Scott!" Melissa yells out

"Mom, mom, mom, mom." Scott says as he catches her arm, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. But somebody is hurt. Somebody is down on the field."

Brooke and Scott look around as the lights come back on.

"Get out of the way. Move. Back off! Move." Coach yells as he runs to the player on the field. The three run over to find out that it was Jackson.

"Jackson? What's happened to Jackson? Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, what's happening?" Lydia yells running over

"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!" Coach yells

Melissa kneels down and puts her head to his chest, "He's not breathing. No pulse."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Brooke turns as someone steps up behind her. Her eyes widen, "Isaac?"

Isaac looks down at her and immediately pulls her into a hug. Brooke lets out a breath as she wraps her arms around him.

"Look." Scott says as the two pull away. They look down at his hand and notice the pull on his fingers matching the wounds on his stomach.

"He did it to himself?" Isaac says. Brooke begins to look around herself.

"Get down here." Melissa says to Lydia, "Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up."

"Stiles." Brooke mumbles as her eyes move around rapidly

"What?" Isaac asks as he and Scott look down at her

"Where's Stiles?" She repeats. She steps back as her dad walks over, "Dad?"

"Have you seen Stiles?"

"No, I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"No. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I don't see him."

Noah looks around again, "Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"

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