Arrows To Ashes ➳ Stiles Stilinski [4]

Rock, Paper, Scissors

"Out of everyone you bought Derek?" I asked and Scott nodded. "You bought Derek who can barely defend himself these days. That Derek?"

"He brought Braden," Scott pointed behind him and out came someone I had never seen.

I heard she had saved Isaac's life once as well as Scott's and Derek's life a few times too so it wouldn't hurt being nice. Also heard she's pretty good with a gun.

"Skyler Jenson," she looked as though she was examining me. "It's about time I finally met you."

"Just like in general or was I put on death for a high price by another someone?" I asked slightly anxious about her answer.

"Both," she answered. That's not comforting at all.

She was standing close to Derek which gave me the hint of what was happening. And I smirked nodding over to Derek.

His taste must be women who can kill him.

"You have great taste," I said and Derek rolled his eyes. "Thank god you called Derek."

"Skyler."

I cocked my head to Argent who threw a pile of motion detectors at me. I caught them and gave Argent a sharp nod.

We began circling the place, putting detectors on every wall where it was needed. I'm guessing a lot of fights did happen here to be this prepared. Once I had completed my end of the perimeter I made my way to the table that had my ammunition and weapons laid.

I was reloading my gun and practising a few swings with my ring dagger. I carried on despite the current tall boy who stood next to me.

"Your a Hunter?" He asked staring at the movement of the dagger. "An Argent?"

I corrected him. "I'm a fighter." I turned my head to Brett and point the dagger at his chest. "I don't like you."

"Because I didn't give you my name?" He chuckled almost impressed.

I shook my head and grinned. "No. You hurt Liam you so you endure pain and suffering caused by me. Now I like Liam, I'm very fond of the boy, so if you have made threats to Liam chances are I want to hurt you."

He grabbed the base of the knife and pulls it out of my grip, placing it into my other hand. I felt Scott's stare but I chose to ignore it.

"What if I told you I wasn't gonna hurt him anymore?" He grinned.

I shrugged placing the dagger into the holder attached to my hip. "I may dislike you a little less."

"We all start somewhere," he grabbed my gun off the table and handed it to me. Indeed we do.

There was the distinct whispering of Derek, Scott and Braden. The three looked alarmed and the last time I checked my supernatural hearing was non-existent.

"What are they saying?" I nodded my head over to the three and Brett casually began to listen.

"They believe we're not fighters," he eavesdropped. "Something about Meredith. They think they can stop it."

Brett immediately stopped to face them. Oh yeah, like interrupting their conversation is gonna get him any more information.

"What if there is no stopping it? What if it doesn't end until we're all dead?" He asked.

That was a good point. I personally did not want to end up dead after I decided to stay. If I do die at least Lydia can take her purses, I don't see any use for them.

Actually, my room does need a lot of decorating seen as though everything is back in France.

Gonna keep the purses.