born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter five] a burning desire

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Aires pov...

I forced my feet to move, forced my brain to shut off.

My humanity switch was on my mind, it was daring me to turn it off, to flip the switch that would be the tool I needed to get this shit show over with. I was so close to turning it off, to letting it take over.

So close.

As I walked into the basement, my eyes locked onto Stiles. No words were spoken between as I brushed past him, instead I just gave him a nod before slipping into a caged room full of weapons. It was stocked from head to toe with everything we could need, making a hint of a smirk curl on my lips.

Stiles stood beside me, gaping at the display in front of us. How Chris kept this place a secret for years I didn't know.

I snatched three guns off of the rack, putting one into the holster on each thigh before slipping the third in the back of my jeans. Better to be prepared than Sorry. With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed the baseball bat from the corner.

"That good enough for you, Myst?"

With a grin on his lips, he took the baseball bat from my hands. "Don't worry Ree, I have your back," he muttered before swinging it around maniacally, making me roll my eyes.

Some things never changed.

Since he had been 'dating' Malia, or I assumed they were dating, parts of his old self had been coming back. His old playful, sarcastic, childish self. He was getting himself back. And it was equally as beautiful and devastating to witness.

I didn't know if he and Scott ever worked things out, I didn't really know anything about his life.

Me and Scott were long, gone and buried. Our friendship was ruined beyond repair, I had accepted it. But I hoped Stiles and Scott's friendship wasn't, I hoped at least one friendship survived.

Something caught my eye, making me do a double take as I tilted my head over my shoulder to see if my eyes were deceiving me. But they weren't. A picture of Alli, carefree, smiling and happy was pinned on the cage.

Absentmindedly, I brushed my fingers over it. We both died at eighteen, the only difference was that I was dead but still forced to live, she was dead and would never come back- something I still struggled to come to terms with.

Everytime I had a dream about her, one when she was alive, it would back pedal all my attempts at grieving. Her death was the hardest to accept, to come to terms with.

I accepted my family's, Aidens, Sages, and Dereks death. But hers, hers I couldn't let go of. I had buried myself in it, leaving claw marks all over it. I couldn't let it go, even though everything was telling me I had to.

Carefully, I tugged on the photo and slipped it into my pocket. I needed her with me, even though I was on my way to murder her grandfather.

"You ready?" I asked Stiles as I glanced over my shoulder at him.

"Mmmh."

"Okay, let's go."

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Aires pov...

We were walking through the tunnels, I was in the lead with my gun in hand. I was more a weapon myself than a gun, but with Stiles behind me, I had to have a weapon I could use to shoot first and then rip apart later.