No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 10

Malia's POV

Everything happened too fast. I heard Stiles slight intake of breath before he ripped the door open, faster than I've seen him move in a long time. He grabbed the person on the other side of the door and slammed them against the wall.

"STILES! What the fuc-" A voice started and I recognized it immediately, Scott.

"Don't even start with me." Stiles growled, cutting Scott off before he could finishes his sentence. I slowly stood up from the bed and made my way over to where Stiles stood.

"Stiles please just listen to m-" A loud banging noise cut Scott off causing him to groan. My eyes dart down to the source of the noise, an item had fallen from Scott's pocket.

Stiles slowly crouched down and picked it up, with in the darkness I could make out the faint outline of what looked to be a gun. And judging by Stiles' reaction, I was right.

"Where did you get this." Stiles' voice was sharp, cold. Almost emotionless, causing me to sudder.

"Off Donavan's dead body." Scott replied in a whisper. His eyes darting up to meet Stiles with a sad expression on his face. "What happened man."

The words that came for Scott cut like knives for Stiles and it was quite obvious. "Don't. Scott just, don't." He hissed before letting go of him and walking closer to me. He delicately places the gun on the night stand and heaves a sigh. "You betrayed me." He whispers.

"Stiles, I know you think I did. In fact I don't blame you. But who is the only person in the world that knows the handle on your jeep is broken man?" Scott's words rush out of his mouth. I glance over to Stiles who seemed to be staring off darkly. The silence in the room stretched and I almost jumped in and said something before Stiles whirled around. His fist connecting to Scott's jaw, causing the boy to stumble and fall to the ground. Stiles seemed about to keep throwing punches as he brought his fist back again but Scott frantically shot his hand out, gasping;

"STILES! Wait please! Listen to me!" He cries, going to cover his face in case Stiles does throw the punch he has ready. Finally I march up to Stiles and gently place my hand on his shoulder, in most cases I would be the one beating the shit out of someone. But I knew something was off.

"Stiles, let him explain. And if it sounds like utter bullshit, we can both beat his face in." I say calmly, I soon felt Stiles untesnse under my grip. His eyes flatter off as he steps away, and for a moment I could swear I saw tears in his eyes.

"I didn't have a choice, Stiles." Scott jumps in the moment he had gotten to his feet again. "Kira had pieced everything together, she gave me a choice. She'd shoot you and Malia in the head the moment she got a chance, or I help her find you. You see I knew your jeep had the loose handle, I knew you could get away without it looking suspicious." Scott stared up at Stiles and me, his graze was glassy with tears as he spoke. Staring at Stiles like he, would never see him again.

"Bull shit.. This has to be all bullshit..." Stiles muttered, running a hand through his hair. "How do I know you haven't already called the cops and let them know exactly where we are."

"You don't."

Stiles paused, staring up at Scott, disbelief, distrust, flickered in his eyes as he wearily watched he's best friend.

"Stiles, you have to believe me." Scott pleads, he was clearly shaking his body was crawling with fear. I could read it all over him, a small talent I had learned from being on the street. The ability to read people like books. So yes he looked nervous, but more nervous about the chance of Stiles and I beating the shit out of him than anything.

"We weren't even in good terms in the first place!" Stiles cries, he was freaking out. His eyes scanning the room and in the first time in a long time. The famous Trickster couldn't come up with a plan.

The sound of sirens stopped everything.

The world seem  to slow down as I felt my blood freeze, Scott's face turned into a horrified look, and Stiles eyes snap to Scott. The anger, the betrayal was clear in his face as he held himself back from attacking Scott to the ground.

"I swear on my life I didn't call them." He gasps and I quickly lunge, grabbing both Stiles and Scott,  pulling them out of the room and sprinted to the emergency exit. My mind rushed as I felt the adrenaline fill my bones as I pushed a door open and felt the cold air hit my face, both of the boys scrambling behind me as we broke down behind the hotel. I prayed the police hadn't surrounded yet when I shoot off into the surrounding city, pushing myself to go faster but trying to glance behind me to make sure Stiles and Scott were following.

"Wait!" Scott gasped placing his hands on his knees as his entire body shuddered "I can't- I can't run like you guys."

I heard Stiles sigh as he grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him with us, catching quickly up to me as I found a dark alleyway to hide in.

The very eery sound of water droplets hitting the ground, cats hissing and shuffling filled my ears  as we pushed father down the way. I hated being in places like these, it was too quiet and I had a very funny feeling someone was watching us.

"Is everyone alright?" I asked and I got two loud groans in response. I rolled my eyes as I tried to find a decent spot to sit down, that wasn't in a puddle of god knows what.

Finally everyone collapsed against the wall, our heavy breathing filled the alleyway. Soon I felt Stiles hand make its way towards mine, his fingers slowly intertwining with my. Eventually I let myself relax against his warm touch. My mind wondering off until I see Stiles sit up more and glance over to Scott who's holding his chest, a smirk grew on his face.

"Well Scotty, welcome to the criminal life again. But now this time, death is actually a very common thing."

Authors Note - Yay Scott's apart of the crew!? I'm actually wondering how long this stories going to be but I think it's at least half way done. But thanks for reading cuties!
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