Steter: Older Men

CH: 10. " I thought it would hurt,"TW Sucicide/Blood/Knife

 The young brunette made his way to the nemoton or as some might call it: A magical tree. The tree contained more power than an ordinary  spark could even think of control, good thing all Stiles wants is help from the old stump. Over the years the tree has changed forms. It used to be a tall, beautifully thriving tree, however Things changed, magic was used and taken, now all we are left with is a reactivated tree stump.

Stiles produced to the tree with caution. As the young boy was laying out his spell ingredients his thoughts wandered back to That Night." That night" being Peter's death. Siles can't stop having nightmares about the whole situation. He would wake up in tears. Who ever heard of crying in your sleep? Stiles sure never has till now. Plus the sleep walking. He feels as if he's going crazy. I'm not really sure what I'd do if I were in his shoes, though I sure as hell know I wouldn't be mentally stable.

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I'm nervous. Woundt you be if you were about to kill yourself in the hopes of traveling backwards in time? I can feel the sweet beginning to form on my palms. I can't tell if i'm overly excited or if i'm incredibly terrified, maybe both.

I took a deep breath, as I started to bury the book and chest. The soil around the tree stump is very soft and malleable, making the proces fast and easy. Within a few minutes I was slightly more mentaly prepared. I grasped the cold handle of the dagger in my right hand. Slowly bring it to my left wrist. I hesitated for a few seconds before dragging the blade across my pale frail arm. I winced at the slight pain. I switched the blade to my left hand, almost dropping it due to the blood loss. I had to act fast. So I quickly ran the already stained blade across the exposed skin of my wrist. I feel back not being able to hold myself up any longer. " I thought it would hurt more,"

Everything started to get blurring and dark. I was fading away. With the last bit of my strength I could muster up I thought Peter. This was the last pa of the spel. To think of where you wanted to go, this would ensure you make it to the desired destination.

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Stiles' vision went blank but he could feel his cuts closing up. Indicating the spell is working. The young boy felt a rush of joy that he was going to see Peter again. And with that Sties let himself drift off into a temporary, peaceful death.

Hours had passed, though to Stiles it was only five minutes. He woke up with the feeling of grass on his bare skin. He opened his eyes, slowly taking in the view. It was bright. Everything looked alive and happy. Stiles quickly realized he wasn't where he was supposed to be. The nemton towered over him. He went much further back then he realised. He intended to go back just a couple weeks later. However he must have gone back more than a decade.

This wasn't going to stop Stiles from finding Peter. He went through all this trouble getting Peter back, even if the man has no idea who he is. Stiles Pulled himself together. Then started to make his way out the woods.

Everything was so much more alive than he remembered. This was a peaceful time for Beacon hills. There were rarely any crimes that went further than theft. ' Finally, it's quiet ' The young man thought to himself as he made it closer and closer to the still standing hale house. This is the calmest Stiles has been in a long time. He is walking slowly, taking everything in. He has been in these woods more times than he can count, yet now it's silent. There is no sound of pain or death and no screaming.

Stiles could now see the hale house. It was much bigger than he actually realized. It was truly beautiful. Now the young man was getting nervous. He wasn't just going to be seeing the man he loved again, he was going to meet the man's whole family. And none of them are going to know who he was.

Soon Stiles could feel tears. He didn't actually know why he was crying but he was. He quickly fell to the ground, tears were Streaming down his face with no sign of stopping.

Stiles assumed he was crying because he was happy he was going to be able to see Peter again. However deep down the young man knew it was for a completely different reason. The love of his life didn't know who he was..... That must hurt like a bitch.

Stiles' mind began to wonder as he bawled behind a large green bush. Wolves have excellent hearing, if they weren't turning the outdoor sounds out, then by now they probably know of Stiles presents.

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I hadn't even noticed the sound of a human crying till I stepped out onto the porch. I'm used to blocking out the sounds of people around me. As a child I wasnt ever able to accomplish blocking out unnecessary sounds. I'd be stuck with headaches all day and night just because I couldn't drown out the sound of people in town. I mastered the ability when I was about 15.

Whilst I was in my thoughts the sound must have stopped. Though I could hear heavy breathing. I decided I needed to investigate. I followed the sound of breathing and a somehow filillar sent. It was sort of comforting in a way.

Within two minutes I found the source of noise. I believe it is a young man, maybe late teens. Definitely good looking. I just wanted to scoop him up and bring him home. It would be quite easy. He seems to have passed out, Maybe from exhaustion.

I made the decision to take the boy home, and when he wakes up I'll ask questions. I leaned down wrapping my arms around the unknown boy. It felt so right. I can't explain why it just does.  

AN/ Im sorry this is such a short chapter I just felt this was the right place to end it.

Word count;  1064 Words