𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

51 | d e - v o i d

Void eyes the handcuffs in Noah's hands. Scott and Kira are on their way.

But we only have so much time to outtrick the fox.

"You want to handcuff me?" Void asks Noah, betrayal etched on his face.

"If my son is still here, if there's still a part of him standing in front of me," Noah slowly walks over to it, "then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me. Because he knows I'm here to protect him. From himself, and from others."

Void- or Stiles- warily glances between Noah and the cuffs, before raising his wrists and staring down at them. He's contemplating.

Maybe Stiles is there. Maybe he's trying to fight his way out.

Stiles doesn't move, so Noah walks up and starts to handcuff him. Stiles's face is disheartened, but there's no tears.

Surely it's him, right? Void wouldn't let him do this.

Unless the fox is playing another trick...

Stiles- no, Void- slowly looks up at Noah, and I see the chaos, the malice in its eyes. His brow is even raised like a villain who's just tricked the hero in an unforeseen way.

It gives Noah a look of pity, because he's fallen for it's little trick.

"You're not my son," Noah grits, glaring at Void with hatred, his voice furious yet heartbroken.

Void shakes his head with a smirk, and breaks the cuffs off easily.

Time for us to step in.

Dad, Cel, Derek, and I walk into the loft, all of our eyes on our target. Void's amused smirk grows even larger as we reach them.

Cel moves to tase him, and he catches the cord. It does nothing.

It's just holding it in its hands as the electricity pulsates through it. All of us have matching perplexed expressions.

It yanks the cord and the taser tumbles out of Cel's hands and to the floor.

Shit.

Derek attacks next, his eyes flashing and his fangs gleaming as he lunges for it. Void grabs his arm easily and twists it back so hard I can hear his shoulder crack. Derek groans in pain and Void throws him across the room. He falls to the floor with a loud slam and he doesn't move.

Oh, hell no. No one hurts my mate.

In a Stiles-fashion, I unveil a baseball bat and swing at it. Unfortunately, it easily grabs the bat and throws it in Derek's direction. And yes, I'm still holding the bat.

I groan in pain as Derek breaks my fall. The bat clatters beside us.

"Are you ok?" Derek grunts in pain.

"I've had worse. You?" I ask.

"I've had worse," he sighs. I roll off his back and onto the floor, and he helps himself then me to our feet.