Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 33: The Death of Scott McCall...

Scott's POV

"It's alright." I gave a small smile to him as his eyes flooded out an infinity of tears.

I wasn't afraid. I couldn't explain it, but the fear just wasn't there. You'd think that, having a gun pointed right at you - by your best friend - is a terrifying thing. However, I was calm.

Come on, Stiles. Just pull it.

The screams and yells from every person I ever cared about, echoed from behind me into an enveloping and deafening hurdle of shrieks and cries.

"Don't!" His voice trembled as he yelled to the one who forced the gun clasped within his grip. His hand shook and begged itself to not go forth. "Please..." His fearful eyes turned to the one who looked just like him, except he had a sinister grin implanted right on is face. Stiles's voice softened to an unspeakable beg, his voice still trembling uncontrolably.

"Scott!" Mom yelled from behind, crying and struggling to free herself. "No, Scott! Please!" I turned to look at her, and I couldn't bear it. She looked as though she had no more life in her. Her eyes sore from crying and her voice was practically strained so much that it was a high pitched screech.

But I looked at her with comforting eyes, and smiled a little.

"Scott, don't do this!" Kira cried, trying to free herself too, and trying to reach for her Katana, but the Wolfbloods refused for that to happen.

"This wasn't the plan! Scott, you'll die!" Derek yelled, worry on his face.

But I did nothing, except smile, and nod in reassurance.

I turned back to my friend with the gun in his hand, and he wept more than ever as his eyes gazed to me again.

"DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! PLEASE! NO!"

"On my count, Stiles." His twin smirked as he looked from the gun to me.

"DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! NO!" Stiles yelled.

"Three."

It was like the sound of a cannon going off. Everything around me slowed down to nothing but a blur of streaks of light and bright flashes. The cries and shrieks drowned in my ears, nothing but muffling.

I felt my chest exploding as I fell to the ground, the pain originating in the left side of my chest. I landed on my back, my arms too weak to move so they crashed with the rest of my body in whatever position they wanted. My eyes blurred as they fixated on the starry sky. It was like a dark, velvet blanket with the finest of jewels and diamonds alligned in random places to make the perfect glimmering effect. I felt a cold liquid seeping from the area where my wound was. And then, darkness took over...

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Stiles' POV

"SCOTT!" I screamed as I watched his body drop like a lifeless ragdoll. I pushed back the enemy and pulled my arm to freemyself, dropping the lethal weapon I used to do the job. "NO! NO!" I looked down at his face, his eyes frozen on the sky above us, and no sign of life in him. I put my hand on the bullet wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "No, no, no, no! GOD, NO! SCOTT!" I cried. I suddenly looked at my hands which were covered with his blood. So cold and there was so much that it would drip from my fingertips.

I did this.

"SCOTT!" His Mother shrieked as she tumbled over to see her son. I fell back, incase she felt that I wasn't worthy to be near her only son - or what used to be her only son. She looked to him, his body motionless, and his wound pumping out pint after pint of blood. "Scott, honey!" She called, her voice trembling, but her hands and body trembled more. "Honey, can you hear me?" She sniffed, as she looked at him.

No reply.

So, she dropped her head onto her son's chest with her bloodied hands just under her forehead. And she wept like her soul was leaving her body. Kira grabbed Scott's shirt and shook him lightly.

"Get up! You can't leave us like this!" She cried with everything she had. "You can't leave me!"

I looked around to see everybody shedding tears. Malia fell beside my father, both of them patronized with fear and disheartenment. Isaac and Ethan shrunk down to sit on the ground, shock overpowering them both. Derek and Peter kneeled over a few inches from Scott, just staring at the corpse that lay motionless. Rhydian held Jana in his arms as she cried. And Katia held Kyle in her arms, as if he were a baby. He wept like a newborn, so afraid and so frightened of what he'd just seen. Then there was Lydia, frozen just a few feet away from Scott. She slowly fell to her knees, using her hands as support to keep her upright. Her face paler than it was before, her eyes sore from the mass amount of tears. And then, she screamed.

Like an air raid siren, her scream exploded in my ears, and the pain was so much that I tumbled back and just had to clasp my hands over my ears. Her shrieks echoed in the emptiness of the night, and suddenly, the stars had lost their glimmer. And then, it stopped.

"Do you hear that, Stiles?" I couldn't turn around. He leaned right beside me and spoke into my right ear, and I coukd feel a sinful smirk creeping on his face. "Do you know what that sound is?" He placed a hand on my shoukder and squeezed. "That is pain." He laughed.

In a second, I was pulled up to my feet by Luca and his gang, turning me to face my other half, and they kept a tight grip on my arms.

"You son of a bitch!" I yelled as I looked to Luca, who looked all too distraught by the scene. "You were supposed to help, you bastard!" I tried to free myself to punch the damn bitch, but their grip was too tight. "You agreed to the deal."

"And now, I agree with him." He indicated towards the Nogitsune.

"Don't worry Stiles." He came right into my face. So much so, I could feel him breathing on my face, so I turned a little, avoiding contact. "Everything is going to be fine."

"We need to go." Luca said, and his boss agreed.

"Let's go." He ordered and his crew followed, dragging me along.

"No! No, let me go!" I managed to smash my elbow into one of the Wolfblood's chest, and she let go. I then pushed the other as violently as I could, and he crashed onto his back. I made a run for it.

"Grab him!" A demonic bellow demanded from behind me, but I continued running.

"Dad!" I yelled, but I wasn't fast enough. Luca had pounced right onto me, and my body collided to the cold ground.

"Stiles!" My Dad yelled as soon as he saw me. He stumbled to get his feet under him, and ran towards me. But Damian and Mika came in the way and threw him back. Malia ran in to help but they ensued in hand to hand combat.

"Dad!" I yelled as Luca grabbed me by the arms and dragged me away into the woods. "No! NO! STOP!" I wept but no one else could hear me.

I looked around, to Scott who still lay on the ground, motionless and no sign of life. I did this.

I killed Scott McCall...