RUNNER ━━━━ stiles stilinski. ¹

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"common enemy"

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OLLIE FIGURED HE SHOULD write a book.

A novel, if you will. Leather-bound and containing thoughts and feelings about the one topic that Ollie had truly managed to master throughout his endeavours with the supernatural. It would be thorough and precise, and would certainly help thousands who were sure to find themselves in his position at least once in their lives.

 He would call it "How to get Punched in the Face by an Argent or one of their Henchmen in the Forest at Night after having a Particularily Difficult Day".

 This time it was Allison. 

 Ollie didn't feel he deserved it. He was, after all, just trying to help. 

Plus, he didn't realize it was Allison. The night was draping everything in a thick layer of shadow, and all Ollie could focus on was the cold in the air and the sheer terror in his blood when he hobbled close enough to the scene to see Boyd and Erica collapsed on the ground. For a moment he thought that they had fallen into a pile of haphazard sticks that were jutting out like porcupine quills, but realized with a start that they had been struck by several arrows that were now protruding form their bodies. The figure above them was unrecognizable, and Ollie knew he wasn't a very big threat at the moment. Still, that fact was canceled out by the fact that he was an idiot - so he shouted a gruff "hey!" and reached for the bow, yanking it to the side right as another arrow was about to be fired.

 There was a sound like a spring firing as the arrow flew into the trees, and in an instant the assailant had whipped around, swinging a fist backward to harshly backhand him in the face. His head turned to the side, tears springing to his side at the sting in his cheek. "Hey! What the hell!"

 The air left his lungs in a burst as a boot was shoved into his stomach; and his back hit the forest floor with a grunt. He raised his hand to shield his face, bracing himself to be kicked in the ribs or some shit. When no attack came, he cautiously glanced up and felt his insides flush with ice. "Allison?"

 The girl was staring down at him, her abusing-werewolf activities momentarily halting. Her face paled (if that was possible) and her eyes widened to the size of saucers as she stared down at him. As if she was seeing a ghost.

 Oh...

 "Ollie." She whispered, her voice almost lost to the wind. "Ollie? You're... you're alive."

 "Yeah, to an extent." He really wished that she would put the bow down. Or at least stop holding it like she was gonna shoot him. 

 "What - I -"

 "What the hell are you doing?" He demanded, wishing that he could stand up so he seemed like less of a loser. He hoped that his distraction would give Boyd and Erica enough time to yank some of those arrows out and run away. Still, he was too weak to stand up by himself at the moment, so he just propped himself up on his elbows and shot the girl a dirty look. "I thought you didn't kill werewolves because you dated one. Or whatever, I don't really understand your family."

 In hindsight, he should have known that bringing it up would remind her of why she was in the dark forest in the first place, but he was still surprised when she turned away from him and rose the bow back toward Boyd and Erica. She did so with such urgency and hostility that Ollie knew he was missing something. She had purpose, she had motive.