"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.
I was staring at the man I love being restrained by an alpha and an omega. I was staring at Deaton who was vigorously rubbing his bruised jaw. I was staring at Lydia looking around the room for rope. I was staring at Melissa searching in her first aid bag. I was staring at Peter who watched observantly from the side. I was just staring.
But I wasn't helping.
It's like I was frozen. Completely frozen.
Lydia and Aiden had found Stiles passed out in the middle of a parking lot with his stomach slashed open. Melissa said it was self-inflicted. It'd already healed by the time he got here. They'd brought him to Scott's house and put him on the couch until he woke up. But he didn't voluntarily wake up.
Deaton gave him something that awoke Stiles with a start. But unfortunately he was still in the form of Void, so he grabbed Deaton's face and attempted to injure him. Scott and Aiden jumped at his side and immediately held Stiles down. That led us to the situation we were in now.
Stiles stopped struggling, but only because his body got stiff. "Kanima venom," his breathing was hard. "Nice touch." Aiden growled at him. A smirk grew on Stiles' face. "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one is in pain? You didn't lose that power too, did you? Oooh, I hope not. You're going to need it!" Everyone looked around confused. "Alright, I'll give you a little hint-Ethan's at the school."
Scott's eyes widened and he looked at Aiden. "Go!"
The omega sprinted out faster than I'd ever seen him run. Stiles tilted his head back and laughed. "Oh I hope he gets there in time." He looked directly at me. "I like the twins. Short temper, homicidal compulsions.. they're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world everyday."
Melissa sighed, annoyed. "Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. Got anything for his mouth?"
Deaton pulled out a strip of duct tape. "Yes I do." He put the tape over Stiles' mouth. The brunette cackled under his breath and let out a muffled scream. It broke my heart to see him like this. I want my stiles back.
Peter pulled Scott and Lydia to the kitchen. There were loud, hushed whispers. But nothing I could make out. Melissa set a hand on my arm, and gestured for me to sit with her on the couch. I worriedly agreed, but my heart was pounding.
