𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ⟪𝟏⟫ // ❮✓❯

Back To Me // S. Stilinski

I threw him angrily against the wall, his almost limp body falling heavily to the floor, before scrambling back to his feet.

"Jupiter, please! I can explain!" Scott yelled at me.

I started singing, waiting for the blood to start pouring from him. He lunged at me, throwing me to the floor and knocking the air from my lungs.

"I already know everything, Scott! And I'm going to kill you!" I bellowed back, sound waves echoing off the walls from my words.

"This isn't you!" He cried.

"It is now." I finished before I screamed.

Scott fell to his knees, blood starting to ooze from his ears and eyes. He threw his hands over his ears and yelled out in pain before howling as loudly as he did the first time he howled - signalling for his pack to come find him. I let another scream rip from my lungs, soundwaves visibly moving the air as they quickly wobbled towards him. Blood began pouring heavily from his mouth and nose, almost making him drown in it. He cried out in pain, begging me to stop screaming at him but I didn't relent. I didn't give up. I kept repeating my reasons over and over in my mind.

He was the one who killed my boyfriend.

He was the one who broke his soul.

He was the one who gave up on him.

He was the one who killed him.

He was the one who murdered Stiles.

I would never see my boyfriend again because of his best friend. I put all my efforts into the last of my scream, my lungs becoming sore before Scott eventually passed out from the combination of the lack of blood and aggressive attacks on his eardrums. I stopped to allow myself breath, heaving the air through my winded lungs. I crouched down to his body, leaning over it.

"He believed in you..." I let the tears slip as I began to flip through my favourite memories of Stiles in my mind, "And you killed him." I whispered.

Leaving Scott's almost corpse on the carpeted floor of Beacon Hills High School Library, I sauntered back outside. I wiped the blood from my hands, tossing the rag in the trash can next to me before spotting his Jeep across the lot. The possession he treasured just as much as he had Scott and I. I let out a shaky breath before stalking towards it, stopping in front of its pale blue hood. I gently rested my hand on the top of the grill, rubbing my hand across it in the same manner.

"Looks like it's just you and me now, Roscoe." I said softly.

I sighed and patted the hood before clambering into the driver's seat, where he would have been sitting, and turning on the ignition. The engine sputtered slightly before agreeing to come to life. I smiled sadly and looked at the passenger's seat, I could almost picture him sitting there with a terrified look on his face at the mere thought of me driving his beloved Jeep.

"I'll be gentle with her, Miec." I whispered.

I put the Jeep into gear and pulled out of the parking lot before the pack arrived to help Scott and catch me. I drove through Beacon Hills, passing by the diner, the gas station, the Blockbuster movie rental, the mall. I drove down main street and remembered our first date. Oh, God how I loved that's night.

Flashback

I walked down the stairs of my house and Stiles drop his phone, I looked up at him and his honey browns met mine. I smiled and a strangled noise - somewhere between a moan and a gasp - sounded from him. I giggled and made it to the bottom of the stairs.