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So, here is chapter 2 of Chaos Theory, let me know your thoughts!

Question of the chapter: How would you handle becoming a werewolf?

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As Scott and I walked, Scott stopped multiple times to use his inhaler, just as about half a dozen deer had come stampeding out of nowhere. I had tried to dive out of the way, but many hooves had already collided with my body before I even had the chance to move out of the way.

I managed to get kicked in the arms, legs, stomach and even one on the neck. I curled into a ball as an attempt to avoid any more injuries by the animals, but it didn't work that well.

Finally, the deer were gone, and Scott and I were back on our feet, standing and dusting ourselves off.

"What the hell just happened" I shouted as Scott looked for something he had dropped in the leaves.

He informed me that he had lost his inhaler as the deers came at us. Scott turned on the flashlight on the back of his phone.

As we stopped and searched, Scott found the top half of the body, shouting before he tripped over and tumbled down a hill.

"Scott!" I screamed as I started to run down the hill.

But just as I reached about the half way mark of the downwards slope, I noticed Scott freeze as he slowly stood up; so I did the same.

Following his line of vision towards the tree line, I had spotted a large animal lurking in the shadows of the trees, red eyes illuminated in the pitch black of the leaves. All of a sudden, the animal was chasing Scott, pouncing on him and pulling him down.

I screamed his name again. I tried to move, but my body didn't allow it. I may as well have been paralyzed. The thing started to attack Scott, and that is what it took to shake me from my trance-like state.

I began to run towards him, careful not to trip upon the branches and roots. Scott crawled out from beneath the animal, and we both ran as fast as we could in the direction we assumed the road was in.

The beast was still chasing us, and before we had a chance to get any further, it pinned me down.

I couldn't believe it. First we tried to find a dead body, then we had to walk home, and then I got toppled over by some big dog thing.

It didn't bite me like it had done to Scott, it just leaned in close.

I started to hear a strange sound, and then I realized what it was doing. The thing that used a large paw to keep me in place had been sniffing me.

The feeling of bile rising in my throat immediately set in. I looked up slowly, trying to find Scott, slow tears of panic falling down my cheeks.

Was this it? Was this how I was going to die?

The monster growled in anger and irritation, before it clawed my arm, and then ran off.

I felt myself yell out in pain, but my ears were ringing, so I couldn't really hear it. I gripped my arm as I stood up and ran; ran for my life.
"Go! Go!" I screamed to Scott, still trying to keep myself running in a straight line.

We both kept running in the planned direction, until we finally reached the road.

And as luck would have had it, once we reached the road, we narrowly missed getting hit by a dark red car.

The car swerved slightly, then drove off, as if nothing had happened.

"Good to see people still have enough morals to check on the people who they nearly hit with their car" I muttered bitterly to myself, before I looked over to Scott.

He lifted his shirt up, to reveal a large bite in his right side. My eyes grew wide as I looked at the bite. Blood slowly trailed down his skin from where the teeth had inserted themselves and mixed with the rain that lightly pattered down on us.

I, myself, was honestly too afraid to look down to my own wound.

Why did I always have to be so afraid? How could I be brave enough to go and search for a dead body in the middle of the night, but not enough to be able to look at a little blood?

"Scott," I said slowly. "What was that? What bit you? What attacked us?"

I began to panic as I tried to even out my breaths, counting in my head.

1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3

It hurt so bad, burning deep beneath my skin.

He raised his head to meet my weary gaze, fear washed over all other emotions as he whispered, "I have no idea."

The echo of a wolf's howl ripped through the hills and trees, as if signalling the beginning of bad things to come. But we had no idea how bad it was going to get. Not a single clue.

It couldn't be a wolf though, could it? I mean, there weren't any wolves in Beacon Hills.

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Once we managed to walk all the way to Scott's home, we both asked if the other was alright.

Not wanting to trouble my friend, I said that I was perfectly fine. Scott said the same. I smiled weakly, said good night, and left his room to go back into the hallway.

I immediately ran into the main bathroom and locked the door behind me. One look at my arm, and I was already regretting leaving the house that night. The sleeve of my jumper had gruesome tears, and blood stained it everywhere.

I carefully removed the item of clothing, trying not to cause myself any more physical pain than I was already in.

The pain I felt was causing tears to burn in the backs of my eyes. As I choked back a sob, I wiped my eyes so that I could actually see the wound. Alas, there was too much blood to even be able to see the scratches across my skin.

The wind outside was going crazy, branches smacked the window with so much force, and I was even able to hear the whistles through the glass.

The mirror showed me my wrecked appearance, blood all up my arm, my dark hair in a tangled mess. A wave of nausea overcame me as I glanced down at all my blood.

Nope, this was not okay. At all.

I rolled up a wad of toilet paper, and dampened it with water, before beginning to clean up the slashed up skin and the dripping crimson blood.

Once all the blood was gone, I was able to see the real damage, which I couldn't see beforehand.

Three claw scratches ran horizontally across my upper left arm. I was never a fan of blood, especially when it's my own being spilt. Whatever had attacked Scott and I, had dug into my skin to at least half a centimetre deep.

I managed to find some disinfectant and cleaned the carving that was indented in my arm.

After that, I located a roll of gauze in Scott's mom's medical supplies, before wrapping it up. Layer upon layer, my fingers spun the roll around my arm, until I ran out of material.

Finally, I choked down some very strong painkillers, and walked back into the bedroom I was staying in, pulled on a fresh shirt and slipped into the bed.

Hot tears swam in my eyes and fell down my cheeks as I drifted to sleep, the sound of the wind outside acting as a lullaby.

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The next morning, I woke up with a terrible pain in both my head and my arm. I sat up in bed and groaned in pain.

"What that hell happened?" I asked nobody in particular. My head had felt like someone had rung it like a bell. My arm didn't feel too great either.

Unexpectedly, the night beforehand had come flooding back to me like a tidal wave. Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, the dead body, Scott falling, the half a dozen or so deer, the beast, being thrown down. Everything had gushed through my mind all at once.

"I had way too many painkillers last night," I groaned.

After taking a quick shower, I got dressed for my first day back at school. Dark denim jeans, a white shirt, black combat boots, and a red leather jacket that kept the bandages hidden.

All I was hoping was that I wouldn't get blood on my jacket. It's one of my favorite pieces of clothing. Though, it was a good color choice, all things considered.

I stood silently in the bedroom in front of the full-length mirror, brushing my long, dark hair. Scott appeared at the door to the spare bedroom, tapping lightly on the frame as he gave me a small grin.

"Mornin', Riley."

I didn't respond with any words, just nodded my head.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

I cleared my throat before I turned to Scott and answered him. "Scott, I'm fine. I'm just really, really, really tired."

Scott cocked his head to the side, showing how he did not believe me.

"I'm serious!" I shouted, accidentally.

Scott huffed lightly. "Riley, tell me what's going on right now."

"Well, I'm standing here, you're standing there. Not much else," I said.

Scott rolled his eyes, "Come on."

I didn't say anything, just slowly glimpsed down at my sleeve.

"Your arm. You totally lied, you're not alright. Show me your arm. Now." He said firmly, yet with an edge of caring and calmness.

Slowly and precisely, I removed my jacket, and revealed the snow white gauze beneath that was splayed with my blood.

When I made no move to untie the gauze, Scott anxiously lifted his hands up, undoing the material himself. He seemed almost queasy at the sight; even though he was the one that had had a chunk bitten out of him just the night before.

"Riley, I'm pretty sure that needs stitches."

"Can you do it?"

"Seriously? Riley, you need to go to the hospital. Maybe ask them if my mom can help you," he suggested.

"Fine. But, I don't want to bother her with this stuff. Besides, how am I supposed to get there? I left my car at home, and I am not riding on the handlebars of your bike, Scottie."

Scott stood there, thinking up possibilities on ways he could help me, when suddenly, his eyes shone bright. He pulled out his phone and typed out a message before hitting send.

"Stiles is picking you up and dropping you off at the hospital on the way to school."

I gave him a grateful smile, before I hugged him. After letting him go, I re-wrapped the gauze around my arm.
"How's your side?"

"It's fine," he said calmly. "Barely a scratch. My mum wrapped it up this morning before she left."

My eyes narrowed, trying to decide whether or not I believed him. It would be something I'd have to check on later, that was for sure.

"I have to go since I'm riding my bike. I'll see you at school later, once you're done at the hospital" He gave me a quick hug, before he walked out the door.

I decided to pass the time by reading one of the books I had brought over there with me. At that time, I had been in the middle of 'Glass Sword', a sequel to a fantasy teen-fiction story I had spotted at the book store.

After I had been reading for about half of an hour, Stiles was walking into the room.
"How did you get in here?"

I sat up and stuck a book mark in the book so I wouldn't lose my page, before I sat it down on the bed.

"Ah, Scott left the front door unlocked" Stiles replied with his usual awkwardness.

"Right, sorry."

Stiles nodded his head and lifted a hand, beckoning for me to follow. I pushed myself up off of the bed, picked up my school bag, and walked out of the room with Stiles, heading towards his blue Jeep.

We drove in the car silently, the radio playing quietly in the background.

I felt my phone vibrate and pulled it out of my pocket. My usual once-a-week check-up text from my sister.

Charlotte was my older half-sister who lives just outside of Beacon Hills in Devonford now. We had the same father, but different mothers.

Her mother had died during childbirth, sadly. A few years later, our dad met my mom, and then a few years after that, they got married and then I was born.

We were all happy, and Charlotte had always just accepted my mom as her own.

She was twenty-two, six years older than me, and had been gone for two years. She didn't visit often, so she texts me just to make sure I'm doing okay.

I loved Charlotte, she was the family member other than my mother that I have always been closest too. But I was also so jealous that she could get away from our family drama, yet I couldn't.

From Charlotte:
Hey, Riley, I know it's your first day back at school, so I just wanted to wish you luck. I hope mum's doing well. Please call me if you need someone to talk to.
Love, Lottie

I sighed loudly, before I tapped out a reply.

To Charlotte:
Yeah, I can already feel it's gonna be a really big year. Mum's fine, hope you're doing well in your journalism course. Thanks for checking in.
Love, Riley

Stiles had turned to look at me. "Charlotte?"

I gave him a smile. "Yeah. Just the usual check-in."

After a moment had gone by, Stiles sighed. "Riley, what happened to you and Scott last night? He was very vague with the details in his text."

I immediately froze; confrontations made me highly uncomfortable.

"Riley-" Stiles began to plead, his curious nature had taken over.

"I don't want to talk about it, Stiles!" I said quietly, shoving a small glare in his direction.

"If you didn't want to talk about it, you shouldn't have let me drive you. You've known me since we were kids, therefore, you should know that I am an inquisitive person."

"You're only driving me, because my car is at my house and there was no one else, and according to Scott, I need stitches."

I was tired of talking. I didn't enjoy confrontations of any sort, especially when they were coming from one of my best friends.

The rest of the drive was silent, and it didn't feel like anything could have lightened the mood

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A few songs later, we finally reached the Beacon Hills Hospital. We walked into the ER side by side, hoping it wouldn't be too crowded. Unfortunately, to my dismay, someone noticed us as soon as we walked in.

Melissa McCall. Scott's mother.

"Hey, you two. What are you doing here? Don't you have school?" She asked as she walked up to us.

When I didn't answer, Stiles ran a hand through the little hair he had before he answered. "Ah, yeah, well, Riley needs stitches."

Her eyebrows had creased in confusion. "What? Why?"

"I fell over?" I answered, although it came out as more of a question. I had hoped that Melissa would believe what I had told her, since my arm was concealed by my jacket and she wouldn't be able to tell.

Melissa raised her eyebrows, and looked over to Stiles with a questioning look.

"I- um - look - ahhh. Uh, crap. Sorry, Riley," he stuttered, basically telling Mrs McCall that I was lying.

"Thanks a lot, Stiles," I muttered.

"Right. Okay, let's get you to a doctor, honey. You" Melissa pointed to Stiles, "Get to school," she smiled.

As Stiles turned to walk away, and Melissa was shepherding me towards an examination room, I stopped. Without a second thought, I scooted around Melissa and ran over to Stiles.

I looped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you. And I'm sorry for, you know, before," I whispered so only he could hear.

Stiles wrapped his arms around my waist, and held me close so that he could rest his head in the crook of my neck.
"It's fine. I shouldn't have pushed you like I did."

We separated and I smiled softly at him as he gave me a goofy grin. We turned away from each other, off to where we were headed in the first place.

While Melissa and I walked to the room where we were going to meet the doctor for my stitches,  the woman pulled me to a stop.
"Now that he's gone, tell me what really happened. Please, or I'm going to worry all day. Plus, your mum will kill me if something happened to you on my watch"

I felt a tinge of guilt run cold through my veins, as I tried to come up with a lie, quick smart.
"When I left the house, I got attacked by a dog." I didn't make direct eye contact, so that I wouldn't give anything away.

"Really?" Melissa asked, the doubt in her voice was palpable.

"Yes" I groaned, and started to walk once more. "Can we please just finish this so that I can go to school? I've got classes and stuff."

"Alright, alright, let's go. But don't think I won't find out what really happened. I'll get Scott to tell me if I have to."

We walked into the examination room side by side, facing the doctor who awaited us.

"What seems to be the problem?" The man in the white coat with dark skin and stone grey hair inquired, welcoming us into the room.

"I - uh, I kind of want to do this alone. Can I call you later?"

Melissa hesitated, examining my facial expression, before she hugged me tightly. "Call me as soon as you're finished in here. I'll drop you off at school. Promise?"

Melissa was such a great person, Scott was so lucky to have her. My mum was like her, I think that's why Melissa felt like a second mum. Plus, she cared a lot for Scott's friends.

I nodded and smiled at her, before I continued into the room. The doctor walked over and shut the door, "So, how can I help you today?"

"A dog attacked me outside of my friend's house" I answered, becoming more confident with my story.

"Okay, well can you please show me where your injury is?"

I nodded, took off my jacket and laid it down on the stiff hospital bed.

The older man unclipped the gauze, before he unwrapped it. Once all the stained material was gone, I immediately felt the cold air of the hospital room hit my aching arm. Something about the air - maybe its chill - calmed the burning sensation.

After he wiped away the dried blood, the doctor walked to stand in front of me. "Excuse my insinuation, miss, but these look a bit bigger than what a dog would leave behind."

I hesitated as I tried to think of what to say. What did I think was going to happen? I'm not that great a liar to begin with, plus, adults seem to have some sort of lie detector when it comes to teenagers.

"Look, it's private, okay? I mean, isn't there some sort of doctor - patient confidentiality?" The doctor nodded slowly, looking highly confused.

"If you did this to yourself, or someone did it to you, we do have people who can help you."

"I don't need help; I need stitches and privacy."

The doctor just sighed, before he started to work on my arm.