Psychopath (Stiles AU)

Chapter 12

[Song: Dynasty by MIIA]

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"Thanks for meeting me." Stiles spoke, voice wavering slightly as he took the silver spoon and dipped it into his coffee cup, absentmindedly twirling it around in the drink. 

"Not a problem," Brittany answered. "What is it you needed to talk about? You seem upset, what's going on?" 

It took him a moment, but Stiles eventually answered, "I think I'm going insane."

A hushed laugh escaped Brittany's lips, "I think you're already insane, Stiles."  

His eyes flicked up to meet hers. She was smiling at him, whole face pulled into an amused expression, and it wasn't making him feel any better. This girl was supposed to give him good advice and make him feel as though everything was going to be okay, but right now she was making him feel the complete opposite. 

He dropped his spoon onto the table by his cup, hand then moving to grip tightly onto the cup's handle, "This is serious, Brittany. I've found a girl, and my God, I feel like shes digging her way into my brain and its driving me crazy." 

"Wait," Her eyes grew wide. "You've found a girl? You've managed to keep a girl for longer than a day without harming her?" 

Stiles nodded at her, mouth going dry, "I-I don't know what's wrong with me. Every time I look at her its like she's this bright light in the darkest corner of my mind. The thought of harming her makes me angry, and her smile... Brittany, there's something wrong with me. This isn't right. I-I don't know what to do." 

He was growing frantic now, and Brittany could tell.

She reached across the small table, placing her hands over Stiles' trembling ones. His eyes locked with hers, and he immediately felt himself calming down. Brittany was good at this. 

"Stiles you need to calm down," She spoke, calmly and softly. "We'll figure something out, okay? We always do." 

Stiles nodded at her, hoping that she was right. 

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(Y/n) was lying on the mattress when she suddenly heard the basement door being opened. 

Stiles had left not too long ago, it wouldn't make much sense for him to be back so soon, so she waited and listened as someone began to walk down the stairs. 

She immediately sat up when a strange man walked into the room. 

"Who are you?" She asked hesitantly, swallowing hard as she watched the man walk toward her. 

"Stiles' father," He spoke, eyes scanning the basement before landing on her. "I'm here to let you go." 

Her eyes went wide, completely in disbelief, "W-What? Why?" 

"Because," Stiles' father fished a key from his pocket and unlocked the padlock on her ankle, "I don't agree with what my son does. You don't deserve this. Now, hurry, go." 

A part of her wanted to stay, to ignore the man standing before her and wait for Stiles to come back, but a bigger part of her was screaming for her to run. She hesitated for a moment before she found her feet touching the cool ground below her. 

She opened her mouth to question the man, about why he let his son do this when he knew what was happening, but she couldn't get the words out. 

Instead, she let her legs carry her quickly upstairs, out of the basement and to the front door. Her hand rested on the door knob as she thought. 

Did she really want to actually leave? 

That was something she was unable to answer. It was something she couldn't say yes or no to. She was conflicted, but her feet soon answered for her. She tugged the front door open, and the sun blinded her briefly, but that didn't stop her. 

She ran. 

On and on until she was far away from the house, far away from the horrible things she had seen down in the basement. 

As she got further away, she began to grow more guilty, more scared. 

What was going to happen when Stiles got home and realized she was gone? What was going to happen to Stiles' father when he worked out that it was him that let her leave? What was going to happen to her if Stiles ever found her again? 

She shook the thoughts from her head and continued to run down the unfamiliar streets, feet aching as they hit the rocky ground below. She didn't know where she was going, whether she should be telling someone what had happened to her. 

She didn't want to turn Stiles in to the police, but he needed help. 

They could do that for him, right? 

Maybe if she talked them into getting him proper help while he was in prison, it would be okay. Maybe then she would be able to forgive herself for turning him in, and she would finally be able to erase those horrible images of girls being killed from her mind. 

She nodded to herself, then began to head in the direction of what she hoped was the town, and where she would find a police station.

This is where the killing ends. 

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A/n: Double update because I couldn't help myself 

Question: Who'd like me to update yet again either tonight or tomorrow?? I'm on a writing streak and cant help but really want to get these chapters out to you guys :-)