Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Forty Three

"Ah, shit," I muttered, as Scott helped me out of the room. I had some spare shorts and a shirt, but I still felt like hell.

"Next time, don't put a knife through your leg. You're lucky I was able to heal you," Scott said. I glared at him. "Well— Not all the way, but good enough so you're not dead. God— Speaking of dead, both Mom and Stiles want to kill you. I haven't heard from Lydia or Allison, and I'm starting to think we're losing ground here," Scott said quickly. I sighed.

"I did what I had to do. It sucks, but at least he knows what he's up against. Well, sort of? I can call Lyd-," as I began to say her name, a chill ran up my spine, and Scott covered his ears, dropping his arms from my side. I stumbled back. "Oh no," I muttered. I looked over at Scott. "We need to get to the school, now!" I shouted. He threw my arm over his shoulder and we booked it out of the hospital, down to his bike.

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"Go! Go! Get to the gym!" I shouted, running the other way towards the classrooms. I opened each door, and then I heard a whimper.

"You're just like me, Lydia— "Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under." It's too bad, though... And too late," I heard Ms. Blake say.

"No, please—" Lydia whimpered. I saw Mr. Stilinski run into the room.

"Drop it!" He yelled. I pulled my knife from my bag, and I threw it, intercepting the knife just as it hit the Sheriff's gun. I dipped in front of Mr. Stilinski, pushing him back, as I felt a knife lodge in my back. My eyes widened, and I craned my neck to see a knife lodged in my shoulder. I looked back at Mr. Stilinski, blood soaking through my fresh shirt. I fell to one knee, and he fell with me, trying to hold me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, shaking my head.

"Oh, shit—" I murmured. I hear a roar, and turn to see Scott. He looked at me with concern, but focused back on Ms. Blake, who had started walking towards us.

"Y/n— Oh my god, why did you do that!" Mr. Stilinski said, as blood dripped down my chin. I shook my head, giving him a sad smile.

"Mr— Noah... Stiles, he just— he just wants you to believe in him," I whispered. Lydia let out another blood curdling scream as Scott was punched in the chest. He landed next to me, and I fell face first into the ground. Ms. Blake started towards us again, as Scott reached out for my hand. Ms. Blake stepped on his hand, and pulled the knife from my back. I screamed in pain, coughing out blood.

"I do— I do believe in him...  Oh— oh my god—" Mr. Stilinski shouted, grabbing his gun off the ground. He aimed it at Ms. Blake. "There was a girl... Years ago, we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?" He asked. She stabbed him in the shoulder, pulling him up to her, as she murmured words in his ear. I looked at Scott, who was trying to reach me. I heard Stiles at the door, and Lydia who was crying with fear. My vision was getting cloudy, and I blinked several times.

"Scott— I— I'm sorry," I whispered. He shook his head, and I felt darkness cloud my vision.

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Stiles broke through the door after hearing the glass shatter. He ran over to where Y/n was. 

"Y/n!" Stiles roared, tears falling from his eyes. He fell to his knees, looking at his father's crumpled badge and Y/n's bloodied body. He looked over to Scott, his eyes clouded with sadness and anger.

"What— what happened to them? Where... where did my Dad go?" Stiles whispered, holding Y/n's unconscious body in his arms. Scott put a hand on his shoulder. Her chest rose and fell shakily. Her frame was bloodied, and Stiles couldn't tell where the wound was.