The game II
Scott could be seen on the field panting, struggling to get the ball from the other team. His teammates seemed oblivious, repeatedly missing clear opportunities to pass to him. Meanwhile, the opposing team took advantage of the chaos, passing the ball around the Beacon Hills players who were preoccupied with keeping the ball away from Scott. They scored two more goals, widening the gap to Beacon Hills 0 and their opponents 6.
From the coach's point of view, frustration boiled over, and curses slipped from his lips as he witnessed his team's struggles. "Pass the ball... pass the ball..." he repeated with an angry and frustrated tone. His gaze shifted to Michael, and in his mind, he thought, "I bet he's enjoying this right now," noticing a smirk on Michael's face. Michael, catching the coach's glance, couldn't resist taunting him. "It's not looking good for us out there....isn't it..... coach?" he said with a chuckle.
Gritting his teeth, the coach snapped, "Get out there now!!" with a mix of frustration and anger. Michael slowly rose to his feet, patting his knees before looking up to the field. With unwavering confidence in his tone, he replied, "Sure thing.....coach."
As soon as Michael stepped onto the field, he couldn't help but notice Scott kneeling over, his breaths emitting steam due to the cold air. Amidst the everything, he picked up Jackson's voice on the field saying, "I... don't care if they're both good... just don't pass to Scott or Michael... especially Michael."
Michael raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Is that so?" ,as he slowly walked toward Scott and asked, "Are you okay?" Scott nodded his head, replying, "Yes."
"Okay, follow me," Michael instructed, leading the way his eyes emmiting a dim red and Scott's yellow.
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A whistle pierced through the air, and the cheers of the opposing team's representatives reverberated through the stadium, chanting, "We got this in the bag... we already won this game," shaking the stadium. Meanwhile, Beacon Hills' supporters seemed to reluctantly accept defeat.
The game resumed, and Michael could be seen nodding to Scott, who responded with a nod of his own, seemingly understanding the unspoken communication. Jackson, noticing their exchange, looked on with curiosity, wondering what was going on between them.
Another whistle blew as Jackson and the opposing team's captain vied for control of the ball in the middle of the field. The ball was flung into play due to the friction, and both teams rushed towards it. Just as the opposing player was about to gain possession, a swift sound filled the air—SWOOSH! A figure emerged, snatching the ball away before the opponent could reach it. It was Michael, revealing his exceptional skills.
With ease, Michael maneuvered through the field, effortlessly dodging opponents. Suddenly, a player from the opposing team stood in his path, attempting to dislodge the ball from his stick. Time seemed to slow down as Michael jumped into the air, executing a graceful flip over the opponent's head. Everything felt suspended as he swung his stick mid-air, launching the ball towards the goal.
The opposing team's goalkeeper scrambled to catch the ball within his net, but it flew past him, finding the back of the net. Michael landed on his feet, and time resumed its normal pace. The entire stadium, both teams included, fell into stunned silence, mouths agape. Then, a small clap echoed through the stands—clap, clap, clap, clap—it was the Beacon Hills coach, his face beaming with pride. He exclaimed, "NOW... THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
The stadium erupted into cheers as Beacon Hills' supporters roared with excitement. Amidst the commotion, a loud shout rang out, "That's... my baby!" It was Erica, holding up a poster with Michael's name proudly displayed. Lydia glanced at her with a hint of jealousy in her eyes before saying to Allison, "Help me with this." Allison joined in, holding up a poster with Michael's number. Lydia shouted out Michael's name with enthusiasm.
Jackson noticed Lydia's actions, his gaze fixed on her. Meanwhile, Michael wore a smirk on his lips, reveling in the screams and cheers that filled the air, everyone chanting his name and player number. He leaned his head back and looked at Scott, his smile widening. "Let's give them hell," he said confidently.
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As Scott nodded his head, ready to even the playing field, the whistle blew, signaling the start of the game. With lightning speed, Scott surged past his opponents, snatching the ball out of the air in a display of impeccable timing. Without hesitation, he swiftly passed the ball to Michael, who had positioned himself strategically on the field.
Scott and Michael began their mesmerizing dance, effortlessly maneuvering through the opposing team's defense. Their synergy was evident as they seamlessly exchanged the ball, their every move calculated and precise. In a moment of brilliance, Michael flicked the ball beside him, just as he stood in front of the goalkeeper, creating a diversion.
Suddenly, emerging from the shadows, Scott appeared with a burst of energy, startling the goalkeeper. The crowd held its breath as the ball soared through the air with a resounding "SWOOSH," evading the goalkeeper's desperate attempt to block it. The net rippled as the ball found its mark, triggering an eruption of cheers from the crowd.
Amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Allison's voice rose above the rest, her admiration for Scott and Michael echoing through the stadium. She and Lydia proudly held up a poster adorned with Scott and Michael's player numbers and also Errica, igniting both excitement and envy from the spectators. Jackson's face contorted with anger as he noticed this.
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As the game continue, Michael and Scott was scoring back after back. Michael could then be seen leaping onto the back of an opposing team member, using his opponent's sturdy frame as a launching pad, as Scott flung the ball at him. With lightning reflexes, he caught the ball in his stick mid-air, showcasing his exceptional agility. With the crowd holding their breath, Michael swiftly aimed and shot the ball towards the goal.
The opposing team's goalkeeper, sensing the impending danger, leaped to intercept the ball. But to his dismay, the force behind Michael's shot was unstoppable. The ball burst through the goalkeeper's net, leaving a trail of astonishment in its wake. The crowd erupted into cheers as Scott and Michael successfully closed the goal deficit, leveling the score.
As the ball found the net, Michael landed back on the ground in a superhero-like fashion, his feet touching down with precision and style. The crowd roared with exhilaration, captivated by the sheer spectacle of their comeback. Scott and Michael's synchronized efforts had not only caught up with the opposing team but had also electrified the atmosphere with their extraordinary skills and teamwork.
The match continued with renewed intensity, showcasing Scott and Michael's dominance on the field. Their synchronized movements, precise passes, and unwavering determination propelled them to score four more goals, one after another, leaving the opposing team in shock. With each goal, their confidence soared, and their bond as teammates grew stronger.
In the end, the final whistle blew, and the scoreboard displayed a remarkable comeback: Scott and Michael was the mvp of the match, stunning the crowd as they secured a stunning victory. Their remarkable performance would be etched in the annals of lacrosse history, a testament to their power of teamwork and resilience.
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Coach and Stiles could be seen embracing each other in tears of joy, jumping up and down with happiness, as they then later notice, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awkwardness. They quickly separated, rubbing the back of their necks, realizing the uncomfortable situation they were in before.
Meanwhile, on the field, Michael noticed Scott about to leave and heard Allison telling Lydia that she was going to check on him. Letting out a sigh, Michael knew he had to keep Allison occupied. He glanced across the field at Errica and muttered, "Go handle Scott." Errica nodded and made her way towards Scott.
As Michael slowly made his way past his cheering teammates, he caught the attention of Allison and Lydia. Lydia blushed, remembering their encounter before the game. Michael approached them and struck up a conversation, asking how they enjoyed the game so far. Allison responded, saying it was good, especially their performances.
Suddenly, a voice broke the conversation, saying, "You guys were a bit too perfect... almost like something supernatural out there... I would say." The voice belonged to Argent, who had joined them. Michael glanced at him with a sidelong glance, tilting his head in his direction. Argent continued, saying, "Right... Mr. MVP of the match."
Correcting him, Michael said, "It's Michael Hale."
Argent muttered to himself, "Hale, huh," before addressing Michael directly. He mentioned that something had come up and they had to leave. Allison expressed her disappointment, wanting to congratulate Scott and make sure he was okay. Argent explained that they had to pick up her aunt Kate from the airport.
Resigned, Allison sighed and said goodbye to Michael and Lydia. They both waved goodbye as Allison left. With Allison gone, Lydia turned to Michael, moving closer to his chest and twirling her hand against it, saying, "We're finally alone, huh?"
Michael smiled, ready to embrace the moment, but just as they were about to kiss, Michael sensed Jackson's presence. He chuckled and said, "Guess we have some company...maybe next time." With those words he turned to leave, leaving Lydia standing there disappointed.
Time skipped to Scott.
He found himself in the locker room, his eyes glowing a bright yellow, and his fangs protruding from his mouth. He had shifted into his wolf form, overcome by his uncontrollable nature. The locker room door swung open, revealing Errica entering.
"Scott, are you okay?" Errica asked, cautiously approaching him and reaching out to touch his shoulder. Scott slowly stood up, his head still lowered. He eventually turned around, lifting his head to reveal his wolf form, his eyes blazing with yellow intensity.
Errica, startled by the transformation, immediately shifted into her own wolf form, her eyes also glowing yellow. She prepared herself to confront the out-of-control Scott. Scott let out a ferocious roar, and Errica responded with a roar of her own, though not as powerful as Scott's.
They charged at each other, engaging in a fierce wolf fight. Errica slashed at Scott, but he agilely dodged under her attack and retaliated by slashing her in the gut. Errica winced in pain but quickly fought back, pushing Scott against a locker and toppling it over.
Scott used his two feet to push Errica off him, sending her colliding with another locker, causing it to fall as well. He swiftly leaped on top of Errica, ready to deliver a final blow, but before he could strike, a strong hand gripped his shoulder and yanked him away, flinging him towards the ground.
It was Michael who had intervened, using his strength to separate Scott from Errica. Scott quickly regained his footing, dashing towards Michael and slashing at him with his claws. However, Michael effortlessly parried each of Scott's attacks with just one hand, skillfully redirecting his strikes.
In one swift movement, Michael dodged one of Scott's slashes by sidestepping, causing Scott to lose his balance and tumble to the ground. Michael eyes started to glow red as he roared at Scott, asserting his alpha presence. Scott began to cower, his eyes starting to return to their normal color.
Gradually, Scott's transformation subsided, and he reverted back to his human form, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Authors note.
This was one of my hardest chapters trying to make the game look epic so, comment how you guys are enjoying the story thus far, dont be afraid to recommend changes you might see take place in the future of the story, Aslo can you guys Drop some power stones please🙏😭, and comment.