born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter nine] meet you halfway

PS. IM GONNA COME BACK AND DO PUNCTUATION ETC.

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Aires pov...

I was close to losing my goddamn fucking mind.

Every ounce of my energy was used on trying to not lose control, trying to not go from one to a hundred and burn down the world. If they harmed so much as one hair on his head, they were all dead. I wasn't a monster, I didn't want to kill anyone- didn't want to be the bad guy. But when it came to Blake, Isaac or Stiles- the line blurred.

"He knows," I forced out through gritted teeth. "He knows I'm here, in town."

And he took something from me to fuck with my head- it was working.

"Aires," Isaac carefully whispered, his eyes were narrowed on me, watching me as if he knew I was about to spiral. "He wants you dead, he took Stiles to make you go to him-"

"And it's gonna work." I threw back.

He was insane if he thought I wasn't going to run after Stiles, that I wasn't going to hunt down Gerard and rip his heart from his chest for taking Stiles. He played dirty, and I didn't doubt for a minute that he wasn't gonna hurt Stiles in some way to hurt me.

"Don't be so stupid." Blake snarled, making my hands ball into fists.

"Can't you see? We have no other choice. Look at the blood, Blake. Look at it."

There was no time, there was no other solution.

"We will come up with a plan-"

"We already have one." I had a plan, it was the only thing keeping my head somewhat straight. "We all go in, we act invisible. Blake finds Stiles, Isaac finds Gerard, I find my necklace. Once we all have eyes on our targets we keep our eyes on them, once I find the necklace I'll go to Blake. Stiles gets out first and then I go get the necklace."

It was all ending, Gerard signed his and every one of his bitches death certificates by taking Stiles. We were too far past retribution or reasoning. The only end to it all was with his death.

"Why after?" Isaac suddenly asked, a frown on his face.

"When Stiles goes missing, they are going to know we're there, Gerards gonna know I'm there. Where's the first place he's going to go?"

"The necklace."

His only hold over me.

The only thing he would have left of me in his grasp. He wouldn't waste his energy going after Stiles when he knew he had something better within reach.

"And I'm going to meet him halfway." I snapped with a nod of my head. "It's going to be a short window but I'll steal the necklace and slip out of view so that by the time he reaches the room I'm not there."

It was risky as hell, but it was the only logical plan I could come up with at the time. It wasn't well thought out, there were a hundred flaws and it could go to shit- but there was not enough time to rethink things clearly. My head was anything but clear because the image of Stiles bloodied and bruised was haunting my mind, and I was seeing fucking red because of it.

I wasn't sure how much time I could keep myself somewhat controlled before I finally lost it.

"You're gonna trap the bastard," Blake smirked knowingly.

"And then I'm gonna rain down hell on him."

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Aires pov...