"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭...𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞."
"𝐡𝐨𝐰?"
"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞."
a story in which scott was never the love allison was looking for.
stiles was.
After the shock settled, I gently pushed her off of me. Wiping the back of my mouth with my hand, I stared at her. "What was that?"
"I-was i that bad? I've never..done that before. I thought..."
"It was just uncomfortable-" I stop talking when her words registered in my mind. "I was your first kiss?" She hesitantly nods. "It wasn't bad. You weren't bad, I promise it's not you. You're amazing-but I have a girlfriend. And...I love her." I love her?
"Oh-I didn't-"
"It's okay." I give her a comforting smile. "You didn't know. I don't blame you."
She smiles back, but the air between us settles into an awkward silence. I go back to flipping through files, while Malia stands to look around for any more clues. For a moment, I feel like we're part of the Scooby-Doo crew. Or detectives. That's my dream job, though. To be a detective. To solve the case. I wasn't able to help my mom, but maybe someday I could help the lives of other innocent people who deserve justice. Obviously, my mom had a disease so she couldn't really be helped. But I know she would want me to do right by people. So that's what I'll do.
My thoughts were interrupted when Malia shouted my name. I quickly threw the file to the side and made my way to where she was crouched. There was a huge hole in the wall in front of her. Inside was bricks, dust and...and a body. The body was wrapped in gauze and a leather jacket covered his upper half. Oh my god...
"That's him." I point to the body. "That's the Nogistune."
Malia's head shot up, her eyes clouded in concentration. "Stiles, do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"You called me crazy." A voice came from behind us. Malia and I both turned around, standing up in a defensive position. I stood protectively in front of Malia. Oliver had something in his hands.
"Oliver..." I start calmly. "What're you doing?"
"I took Brunski's stun gun." He pointed it at us.
"Oliver, stop. You're not in the right state of mind-" he hit me over the head with the butt of the gun. I was still conscious, but barely. Everything was spinning. I could feel blood drip down the back of my head. There was faint grunt in the background, and I saw Oliver pick up Malia's limp body. It looked as if he was strapping her to a table. Then he was in front of my, shoving me into a chair. Ropes were tied around my wrists, and my arms were strapped to the arm rests.
