A Hunter's Game ⚓ Stiles Stilinski

Have I Met You?

"Thanks for that..." I muttered, my head tilted towards the ground but my eyes remained on the tall broody man in leather. He snorted in response as he looked at the claw marks in the table, making me wince slightly as my hands ran through my hair. 

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" I asked, my right eye squinting slightly as I stopped leaning against the wall and began walking towards him. He didn't move at all though, which was weird because he should sense me with how close I'm standing behind him. My eyes slid from where he was looking to the back of his head, and to his back where his shirt was tightly pressed against him, his muscles defined and definitely impressive. He must work out a lot.

 "You really don't remember me, do you?" He asked, his hands clutching the sides of the table tightly in what seemed like anger, making me send him a confused look. He shook his head before turning to look at me, pure hatred on his face. I've never seen someone with such passion to dislike somebody, especially towards myself and trust me, I've seen a lot in my time. 

"Do you remember your aunt?" He asked, a menacing look in his eyes as his memory played everything back to him. "You look the exact same as you did when you burned my family to the ground along with her." He continued, his jaw tightening as he walked even closer to me, making me slowly step backwards with my hands out in front of me. He stepped again and again until my back hit the wall and he was practically pressed up against me with a dark look. "I don't believe in time travel, but I can't be seeing things. You were there that night, I remember seeing you when I came back to the house, staring at it." I shook my head at him, my eyes squinting slightly at him with my breathing becoming rapid, a satisfied look looming over his face.

 "You were the reason she even did it at all." He snarled, a glossy tint in his eyes that made me feel bad, even though I didn't want to. "Wh-why do you say that?" I stuttered, my eyelids drooping slightly when I thought about my aunt. "She said your name the night that she died." He breathed out before pushing away from me and stumbling backwards, before walking out into the living room with a slight limp to his walk. "I'm just gonna... Yeah." I murmured before walking out of the burnt house and out into the forest, the growing curiosity about the man looming over my curious mind.

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I decided was going to crash in my car in some abandoned parking lot, so I had silently snuck out to my house to get some clothes and my stuff. I plan on going to school tomorrow and when I get out, I'm going to find a better place to stay.

Here I am now, scaling the side of my house and climbing into the window with stealth, low whispers audible from the room next to me. "What are we gonna do? We can't just leave." A familiar voice spoke, yet I couldn't place it correctly for me to recognize it. 

Then someone was being shushed, so I stood still in my place-which didn't work as I planned because they literally whispered, "Someone's in her room." I silently cursed, before sneaking over to her bed and lifting up my sheets to the side, before crawling underneath and holding still as the door slowly swung open. 

They crept around the room, their shoes squeaking slightly against the hardwood flooring as they looked for an intruder. I bit my lip as they stopped and stood right in front of the bed, before slowly crouching to the ground. They reached their hand onto the bottom of the sheet and whipped it over the bed, the face of none other than Allison's boyfriend appearing with a surprised look as I wailed underneath the bed, my body flailing everywhere till I crawled out from underneath and spazzed out onto the floor. I laid flat against the floor as my chest heaved up and down, my heart pumping at a rapid pace.

"Oh my God!" He huffed, his hands on his knees as he took in what just happened. "Don't you 'oh my God' me, I'm the one who should be 'oh my God'ing." I whispered, my harsh gaze staying on Scott's as he stared at me with wide eyes. "Oh my God." I continued, before standing up and brushing off my jeans while heading over to my dresser and pulling out an outfit for tomorrow, all while Scott stared at me with his jaw practically dropped to the floor. I grabbed a couple necessities before turning to him, and shooting him a look. "Are you alrigh- Oh my God! This day just gets worse!" He complained, his eyes squinting as he looked at black stain on the back of my ripped shirt. 

"I'm fine, just-just go tell Allison that no one was here." I hissed, before hopping back out the window and hopping into my car, hoping the car doesn't attract her to go to the window. Once I was on the road, I chewed on my lip nervously and hoped Scott didn't tell my sister I was there tonight.