Destiny Of Stiles & Malia

Chapter 3

Malia's POV~ 

I hear pattering above, someone is whispering my name... I focus in on the delicate voice.

With the small amount of strength I have I whisper "Help me" I hear a response, a scream, saying Malia then the doors begin to bang. I move farther back into the wall, curling myself into a protective ball.

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Stiles's POV~

I pace above the cellar doors, biting my nails in worry. Clouds begin to take over the sky, the sight of an annual Beacon Hills storm is a brewing, I know I have to get Malia before it's to late. I look around for something to smash the wooden door to pieces, I notice a broken sewer pipe leaning up against the house. I run and grab the pipe but as soon as I have a grip on the pipe it slits open the palm of my hand. In agony I let out a gasp, dropping the pipe to my feet. I fall to my knees, tears pouring from my eyes until I realize that my old little league baseball bat was in the back of my jeep. I rise to my feet and run for my jeep, flying open the back door I grab the miniature metal bat, smearing a thick red color all over the metal, BLOOD! I ignore the pain i'm enduring and run for the cellar door, rain begins to pour from the sky. 

I scream "Watch out!" and slam the bat against the rough wood, a tingling vibration sends down my spinal cord but I keep smashing the wood until there is a large opening, I jump down into the cellar.

I look around, a flickering light dangles above me, I try to see clearly through all the debris hanging in the air.

"Hel--- M---" I hear coming from the corner of the room, I slowly walk over to the corner to find Malia curled up in a ball, gripping the plaid shirt that I gave to her.

"Malia!" I say in shock, I run over to her and kneel next to her. I move her hair out of her face and lay my hand on her forehead and let my other hand grasp her hand. "Cold as ice." I think to myself. I take my hand off her head leaving a red blotch on her forehead then carefully pick her up in my arms, her head droops off of my arm and her legs dangle in distress. I climb out of the cellar holding Malia with all my strength, I walk quickly for my jeep and lay her in the back, I take off my jacket and lay it across her body trying to make her warm. 

"Its going to be okay..." I say to Malia before I close the door and get into the drivers seat.

"Ok---" She manages to softly whisper then she gasped for air briskly.