Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Selfish

I thought I knew the meaning of tired. Boy was I wrong.

Tired is staying up all night studying for a test. Sometimes it was listening to Scott's love life and issues.

Tired was gaining control to be able to shift completely and be conscious when fighting a ten-foot beast with blue glowing eyes and having no hope of winning.

We lost him a few minutes ago. The beast.

And now we were moving to the second stage of our plan. Using the high-frequency monitors to lure the beast down here.

I had ash marks and very slowly healing claw marks over my body that were concealed by the trench coat I wore.

"You think he's coming down here anytime soon?" Parrish questioned.

I shrugged placing new ammo into my shotgun before clicking it shut. "I think we should stay ready even if it takes him days to get his ass down here."

Parrish took out his phone from his hoodie pocket as he continued to speak. "I still believe I should arrest you for that you know."

I took a smaller pistol from the strap tied around my leg and hit the wall. "You could literally arrest yourself for everything you've witnessed and participated in!"

He laughed snatching the gun from me rechecking my bullets like I didn't know what I was doing. Please, I read his file and know he just about passed the score rating on accuracy when firing a lethal weapon.

I snatched it back placing it in the strap. Then I watched his phone vibrate violently. Either he finally got a signal down here or something happened.

And then his eyes began glowing. So did mine. "What?"

My voice caused him to snap his head in my direction and fear consumed his face as he kept glancing between the phone and me.

"What?!" I demanded this time.

He didn't make a move to respond to me which caused my mouth to dry up and my face to pale. Something happened.

I grabbed the phone from him and he didn't protest when I did. It was a text from Scott letting us know that Lydia was hurt. She wasn't just hurt. She was fatally injured.

Oh god. This was not a part of the plan. "I have to go." My voice wobbled slightly and I blew out a shaky breath trying to collect myself. "I have to get to her."

The faint footsteps of Argent catching up to us echoed. "What? I can't do this without you! You are the reason I get the strength to fight that thing—"

"No, I'm not." I shook my head when Argent approached us. But I ignored him focussing on Parrish. "I'm just a little boost to all that power you have. You can do this. Or you can try without me. Chances are I'll find you soon."

Parrish took my words in and with a slight nod I took it as my excuse to get out of here. "Keep me updated?"

"If your phone's not fried I just might," I said reaching up to hug him and I turned on my heel to hug a very confused Argent. "I'll be back. You guys are not doing this without me."

"Is that a promise?" Chris was breathing heavily staring at me with concern.

"It's part of our code."

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I run through the hospital in just a trench coat and ash residue all over my face and body. There's probably red blood stains all over me.

Whose blood, I will never know. I do know that I look like a lunatic though.

If it wasn't for Lydia I would've collapsed on the run here. I ran. I ran a whole lot. I'm gonna kill her if she doesn't live. I don't care how impossible it is.