No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 13

Stiles POV

He stood with a gun in hand, face fallen to complete white. Shaking the man was obviously trying to calm himself

My dad.

For a second I had forgotten how to breath, holding onto the fence and was seconds away from freedom I heard Malia's voice from bellow

"Stiles! What's the hold up! Come on." She hissed, I glanced down to see her staring up at me and I waved my hand.

Uh u- go, go! I'll catch up." I say frantically as she started to shake her head but Scott grabbed onto her hand and pulled her with him towards the city. At least they were safe.

Slowly I looked back up to see him standing there. He seemed to be trying to find something to say but silence had fallen between us.

Finally, "St-Stiles?" Was the only thing he could muster. And for a second I thought I couldn't say anything either, he had thought I was dead as long with my mother. And here I was, running away from the police like the criminal I was.

"I'm sorry sir... I don't- I don't understand who your asking for." I tried, praying he would just believe it and go, I mean it had been 5 years I had to have looked different.

But apparently no father forgets his son.

"Don't bullshit me boy, I see you." He started pointing his gun at me, "And we're here looking for two criminals and a boy that go by names, Coyote, Scott and Trickster. The mass killer who killed my wife, my two friends and my son, and now your standing here in his place. May I mention my sons body was never found?"

"Uh... I'm coyote?" I whispered, but my dad snapped dropping the gun a sob escaped his lips.

"Fuck! Stiles not you! Your dead, your dead! I had your funeral I-I" the Sheriff sobbed falling to the ground and it took everything in my body to not go and comfort the man. But I knew I couldn't get my ass dragged to jail.

Not when Malia needed me.

"Da-Dad." I hesitated over the words, it still felt unfamiliar on my tongue. "I need to know how you knew Scott was with us." I say slowly and my dad just shrugged.

"Tracker." He mumbled and before I was about to jump away he looked up causing me to stop. "Before... Before you go I need to know... Why'd you do it?"

I paused, my body falling cold as my eye shift up to meet his. Finally I decided on the words I wanted to say, but it still took force to get them out.
"I didn't, and I'm going to figure out who did."

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Sheriff's POV

He moved away like a silent cat, falling down the fence making almost no sound leaving the man in awe.

His son was one of the most wanted to criminals in the world, and somehow the ADHD ridden boy never got caught.

Ever.

And he let him go, his gun tumbled to the ground as he heard the distant sound of backup shuffling in behind him. Quickly he turned and composed himself, smoothing out his uniform he faced his crew who held their guns in hand.

"Sir..." One of his head officers asked, Parrish, the best person he could get in this department.

"Gone. Fast suckers that's for sure." He says smoothly then everyone let go of a quiet sigh. They'd been chasing this criminals for years and to find out your son was one of them...

Well that wasn't a good feeling.

Telling everyone was the hardest, showing his face and saying that was the infamous Trickster. And the gasps in the room would always leave that sick feeling in the pit of this stomach.

"Did... Did you see them?" Parrish asked, the boy seemed nervous but he kept going, "I mean how different does the Trickster look?"

"Parrish, the were gone before I could see them. Don't know where they went." And with that he pushed past everyone and marched back to his car.

"Sir! We should keep looking!" Someone shouted but the Sheriff blocked them out.

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Stiles' POV

I ran.
Wasn't sure were too, or why I was running but I did. I heard Malia shout and for some reason I didn't want to stop, I just wanted to keep going. Block out everything and fall into a void so I would never be seen again.

Soon Malia flew into my back and tackled me to the ground. "Stiles what the hell are you doing?" She hissed but my mind kept falling back to my fathers mortified face as I tried to run.

He knew.

He knew.

Soon I felt Malia's weight shift off me as she glanced down to me. "Care to explain what that was?" She snapped as I had force myself to kept from breaking down.

"He knows." Was only thing I could spit out. Holding my head I rocked back and fourth.

"Who knows?" Her voice was soft as she leaned forward only slightly . "Stiles who know what?"

"My dad! Oh god he knows!" I shrieked and Malia had concerned written across her face. But Scott's face was pale as he slowly leaned down.

"Did you talk to him." He whispers placing a hand on my shoulder as I slowly nodded my head.

"He thinks I'm killer, crazy." I muttered before feeling Malia's hand cover mine softy and I glanced over to see her give me a reassuring smile. Finally I let my shoulders sag, because just to see her smile made me feel like everything was okay.

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We found another alley way to sleep in, Malia was curled into my chest and I covered her with my hoodie. Scott was huffing and puffing beside me as he tried to curl into a ball.

"What? Do you want Malia to cuddle you?" I challenged as he shot me a cold glare.

"I'm sorry but it's cold, I don't get any body heat." He muttered, flicking his eyes to the streets ahead. I was bored at the moment with Malia passed out on my chest, but it was better than sitting in a jail cell.

"I knew." Scott says, he seemed to be fiddling with his thumbs as he tried to keep himself occupied.

After getting here we had stripped Scott of his backpack and sure enough a tracker rested at the bottom. So for a second fear snapped up me as I thought he was talking about that, the sick feeling of betrayal already sinking into my gut.

"What?" I asked softly, my voice echoing down the alleyway.

"Your dad, I knew he knew. I should've told you." Scott mummers keeping his head down and not daring to meet my eyes.

"He obviously would have been told anyways." I say and at the moment I was too tried to be angry at Scott. In fact I just wanted to curl into a ball with Malia and  never get back up.

"Go to bed Stiles I'll keep watch." He says and I glance at him to make sure and he just kept staring out of the alley way.

"Okay." I whispered, my eyes already drifting closed. But I knew I'd never get to sleep, rest was unheard of for me. Even when I was asleep I was alert, Malia was the same.

I guess there really is no rest for the wicked.

Author Note - I snorted that was so cheesy omfg. OOPSSS, any who, heres my chapter. Please keep voting cuties! I love seeing your comments and thats you guys think is going to happen next or what you want to happen!