I'm Not A Hero //Stiles Stilinski x Reader

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

"They're coming back, so we don't have much time to talk." Deaton said grabbing medical supplies for scott

"Wh.. What is that?" Scott looked down at the man's hand

"Rubbing alcohol." He explained looking up at him "You don't want it to get infected, do you? You will heal the same, just not as quickly, because of Derek."

"Okay, how do you know all this?" Y/n asks looking at deaton

"Actually how do.. How do you know anything?" Scott looked at him

"It's a long story." Deaton began to clean Scott said wound "What I can tell you, is that I know about your kind. Your kind.. I can help. This.. This is something different."

"W.. Well, do you know what did it?" Scott looked at the body deaton was reffering to

"No. But the Argents will And this is the crucial part, they'll have some kind of record or book. It will have descriptions,
histories, notations. Of all of the things they have discovered."

"Uh.. All of the things?" Y/n steps forward confused "How many different things are there?"

Deaton went to speak but a car pulls into the parking lot causing Scott to grab onto y/n's arm and hide her in a different room with him. Y/n covered her mouth as the door to the clinic opened

"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent "closed" sign." Deaton spoke

"Hello, Allen. It's been a while." Argents voice rang throughout

"The last I heard, you had retired." A different voice said this time

"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct." Deaton fired back

"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours." Chris spoke mentioning towards the body on the table

"I did, I also noticed the gunpowder residue, on his finger tips. So, don't assume I will be swayed by your philosophy just because I'll answer a few questions." Deaton defended

"He was only 24." Argent said

"Killers come in all ages." Deaton spat causing Scott to look at y/n who was practically holding her breath

"All ages, sizes, and shapes." The voice y/n couldn't put a name to spoke "It's the last one that concerns us."

"How about you tell us what you found?" Chris said

"See this cut? Precise. Almost surgical. But, this isn't the wound that killed him. This had a more.. Interesting purpose." Deaton said as noises sounded as he moved

"Relating to the spine?"

"That's right. Whatever made this cut, it's laced with a paralytic toxin, potent enough to disable all motor functions. These are the cause of death" deaton nodded, y/n looked at Scott confused as to how he knew so much "Notice the patterns on each side."

"Five for each finger." Chris spoke

"Each claw." The same voice spoke, this was when y/n finally realized who it was her eyes going wide

"As you can see, it dug in, slashed upward eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the bone of rib cage with ease." Deaton explained

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Chris asked

"No."

"Any idea at all what killed him?" He continued

"No." Again "But I can tell you it's fast,
remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render its victims essentially helpless within seconds."