︎Dakari Stilinski is the older brother of Stiles Stilinski. He was in his senior year, when his entire life changed, his younger brother, dragged him into the woods with their best friend.
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CHAPTER FOUR: magic bullet
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DAKARI STILINSKI WAS UP LATE. He knew that he should be asleep, but he had forgotten to some of his homework, and now had to do it last minute. [☾★ ]ᏒᎬmᎬmbᎬᏒᏆhᎪᏆᏁᎥᎶhᏆ[☾★ ]
Dakari was worried. He wasn't even sure why he was. He had just, felt terrible the second he had woken up.
"Nothing." Dakari replied. "I don't know. I just can't seem to focus today."
"Do you need to go to the nurse?" Xavier asked, worried.
Dakari shook his head. "No. It's fine." [☾★ ]ᏒᎬmᎬmbᎬᏒᏆhᎪᏆᏁᎥᎶhᏆ[☾★ ]
"Come on, Stiles, quickly hope in," Dakari called. "I've got to drop you off and get to work."
Stiles hoped Stiles muttering about how he should be driving. But, the second that Dakari started to drive again, he had immediately stopped, as a figure was in the road, arm out stretches. It took a second for Dakari to realize that the person was Derek.
"Oh my god!" Stiles yelled from the passenger seat.
Dakari jumped out of the drivers seat, swinging the door open as Derek's head hang low, slow movements. Derek fell back.
"You gotta be kidding me this guy's everywhere." Stiles says, still in the car.
"Derek," Dakari called, kneeling at the other's side. "What happened?" The other was extremely pale.
"What are you doing here?" Scott questioned, kneeling on the ground next to Derek.
"I was shot." Derek replied, breathless.
"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles added, unhelpfully.
"We can see that," Dakari sarcastically replied.
"Why aren't you healing?" "Shouldn't you be healed?" Scott and Dakari questioned.
"I can't. It was - it was a different kind of bullet." Derek breathed out.
