OᑭEᑎ ᗯOᑌᑎᗪ ◎ ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕠𝕟 ◎

Chapter 22

Stiles sat in the chair with his Taurus 454 Raging Bull in his hand. A double-action revolver that could put down a buffalo. It was a powerful hand cannon that was used for hunting. He kept a close eye on the mirror that reflected outside the motel room.

Stiles glanced over at Hope. She had finally fallen asleep a few hours ago. 2:17 AM.

Stiles noticed movement in his mirror and got to his feet. His first instinct was to grab Hope. He gently lifted her out of the bed and carried her to the bathroom and set her down in the bathtub. He was generous enough to set his jacket as a pillow for her and placed a pair of headphones on her head. 

"Supernatural hearing, my ass." Stiles muttered before he exited the bathroom. He held his gun in his hands as he stood behind the door and waited for it to open. 

The door slowly opened, and Stiles remained motionless as a group of 5 armed men in military clothes entered cautiously. "It's clear. Delta Squad. Push forward. Be on high alert. Beta Target is just as extremely dangerous as Alpha Target." One of the men whispered aiming his gun.

Stiles unsheathed his hunting knife silently before stepping out from his hiding spot and stabbing the man in the neck. He used the corpse as a human shield as his teammates fired at Stiles. He walked forward before kicking the corpse into one of the men, herding them out of the motel room, to keep any stray bullets from hitting Hope.

He grabbed his knife and fired his revolver into the next man that he had kicked the corpse at.

The bullet entered the man's head before Stiles grabbed his assault rifle and fired it at the other two. Hitting them dead center in the chest. One of the men fell back over the railing and fell to the ground below.

Stiles fired his gun at the last man's hand, disarming him as his gun unfortunately jammed at the worst time. Stiles grabbed the gun and slammed it into the man's face before throwing it over the railing and grabbing the man by his shirt and pinned him to the wall. 

"WHERE'S SCOTT?!" Stiles raged placing the edge of his knife against the man's throat. The man was silent. Stiles drove a fist into his face. "ANSWER ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" Stiles snarled. "Your friend is as good as dead." The man said with a bloody smile as he chuckled.

Stiles shook with rage before cutting the man's throat open. He stepped back before placing the barrel of his revolver against the man's forehead and pulling the trigger. The wall behind the man was painted with his blood. 

He heard a woman scream behind him. Stiles turned around before seeing the receptionist. "Dammit." He spat before chasing after her. He tackled her to the ground putting the knife to her neck. "YOU DID NOT SEE OR HEAR ANYTHING, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Stiles growled. The woman cried. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Stiles raged. She nodded her head. 

"If I so much as see a police cruiser heading back towards this direction. I will return to this god-awful place and kill you. Do not test me, woman. You saw what I did to those men back there. Imagine what I will do you to you...Huntress." Stiles spat before the woman stopped crying. 

She yelled out trying to attack him with a knife. She slashed at his chest as he cried out in pain. "BITCH!" Stiles spat before breaking her wrist and driving his own knife into her chest. 

Stiles returned back to the motel room to find Hope standing amongst the carnage. "They're all dead." She whispered. 

"You're welcome, Wonder Girl. What the hell happened to 'I have supernatural hearing; I'll hear them coming?' Hmm? What happened to that? Oh, wait. It failed you. Just like I said. Now, let's go." Stiles ranted grabbing his things.

He ushered Hope out of the room before heading to his Jeep. He grabbed a gallon of gasoline and doused the motel in the flammable liquid before setting fire to the motel. 

He got into the Jeep beside Hope. "Was all of that really necessary?" She asked. "It was a base for Hunters. Of course, it was." Stiles answered before driving away.