Psychopath (Stiles AU)

Chapter 19

It was a Saturday night when it happened.

It was almost past midnight, the darkness of the night well casted over the town while Stiles ran through the streets. He was well out of breath, head spinning and his legs felt like they were going to give out from underneath him but he kept on pushing.

The distant sound of police sirens echoed through the wind, piercing his ears like nails on a chalkboard. They were after him, and he was determined not to let them get him.

The police had somehow linked all the murders back to him, they'd finally figured out he was the one kidnapping and killing all those girls and really, this day was inevitable but for some reason he'd just never prepared for the day. Maybe he thought he'd never be caught.

When the sirens seemed to be getting louder, he picked up the pace, turning the corner and into a familiar street. He headed halfway down, immediately turning into a house and heading around the side of it.

He was very thankful it was a one story house.

He stopped by a window, heaving in and out in an attempt to catch his breath before he reached up and knocked on the window. There was a moment of silence until he knocked again, a little harder this time, and he finally heard shuffling from inside.

The curtains were suddenly pulled back, and a tired looking (Y/n) stood on the other side, rubbing her eyes with one hand and trying to control her hair that was sticking up in all directions with the other. Her eyes widened when she saw Stiles standing before her.

She pulled the window up, shuddering slightly from the sudden cold wind before talking, "Stiles? What are you doing here?"

"You need to come with me." Was all he replied, hurriedly trying to push himself through the window. "You need to pack a bag and come with me."

(Y/n) stood back and watched as the boy dashed around her room, pulling a backpack out of her cupboard and stuffing random articles of clothing into it.

"What's going on?" She tried to ask, but Stiles wouldn't listen to her. He continued to move about in the room, searching for things she might need.

"Stiles." Just as he ran past her, she grabbed a hold of his wrist, tugging him to a stop. He struggled against her hold for a moment before giving up, finally turning to face her.

"What's going on?" She tried again, not yet releasing her grip on him.

"They're coming for me." He answered, voice low as he glanced out of the window.

"Who is?" She asked.

"The police," His voice was an octave higher this time as he tugged his arm away from her. It was then that the police sirens suddenly became audible, and Stiles grew more anxious. "They figured it out. We need to leave, right now."

He picked up a coat that was tossed effortlessly onto the floor some time that morning, placing it into her arms before urging her to put it on. Instead of doing what she was told, she simply stared at the fabric in her hands. This was the coat her mother gave her. The mother she just got back after so long.

"I can't," She finally mumbled out, watching as Stiles paused by the window to look at her. "Stiles, I just got my family back. I can't leave them, not again. It'd break their heart to wake up and come in here and realize I'm gone. I'm sorry, but I can't."

His shoulders had begun to slump, eyes going sad as he realized she really wasn't coming, "But-"

"I can't."

He screwed his mouth shut, sucking in a deep breath through his nose before he dropped the backpack onto the floor, "Okay." Was all he said, before he began to climb out of the window.

(Y/n) walked over to the window, letting out a shaky breath and locking eyes with Stiles who stood just outside.

"If you change your mind, I'll be at the gas station just out of town until 8AM." He took a step toward the window, pressing a chase kiss to her forehead before turning and walking away, disappearing into the darkness. 

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 Stiles glanced down at his watch, seeing 7:58AM ticking past slowly. 

He'd been sitting at the bus stop for hours now, hoping that maybe (Y/n) would change her mind and turn up, but he's beginning to loose hope. The bus would be here in two minutes to take him far away from all the mess he's created, and he would be doing it with or without her. 

Though he preferred it to be with her, he knew he couldn't change her mind. She was too stubborn for him, too desirable, and he'd be happy just knowing she was happy, even if he never got to see her again. 

Just as his watch ticked over to 8AM, and he could hear the bus approaching, he gave the deserted area one last glance around. He scanned every inch, from the old gas station right down to the dead weed that had made its home between a crack in the cement. 

There was no sight of her. 

With a deflated sigh he picked up his bag, standing up and waiting for the bus to stop by him, and that's when he heard it. 

"Stiles!" 

His head whipped toward the noise, eyes lighting up when he saw (Y/n) running toward him. 

"You came." He whispered out, much too shocked to fathom any other words. 

"Why do you have to leave?" Was all she mumbled out once she reached him, and Stiles couldn't help but swallow thickly. 

"Because," He paused, thinking carefully about his words. "There's nothing left here for me. My Dad's probably lost his job thanks to me, I've got no one here except the lost souls of every girl I've hurt. If I stay I'll get caught quicker. If I get away now I'll at least be able to live a free life for a little longer. Its all history now, my love, and I need to leave it behind." 

"You'll still have me." 

He chuckled gently, one of his hands moving to tuck a stray piece of her hair behind her hear, "I'm gonna have you no matter where I am." 

There was nothing else either of them could say, so caught up in each other that both of them forgot where they were for a moment until the bus driver spoke up. "Are you two coming or not? I have a schedule to keep to." He huffed out, bored expression on his face as he waited expectantly. 

"Yeah," Stiles spoke, breaking eye contact with her to give a small smile to the driver. He dropped his hand from her face, turning back to her briefly, "Goodbye." 

She couldn't fathom any more words. She couldn't utter a goodbye as he turned away from her. She couldn't mutter a strained wait when he finally climbed onto the bus. Reality didn't settle in until she saw his sad face from the window, and that's when her stomach felt like it was doing flips. 

What was she doing? 

Just before the bus driver could close the doors, she ran toward the long vehicle, climbing aboard. Her heart was racing as she shuffled down to Stiles, collapsing beside him and pressing herself into his side. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, wide eyes on her as he instantly wrapped his arms around her body. She stuffed her head into his neck, letting her eyes slip shut as he basked in the feeling of being wrapped in his warmth. 

She smiled gently, heart still racing as she glanced up at him, "Let's be runaway's." 

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A/n: GUESS WHO JUST HAD THEIR LAST DAY AT SCHOOL EVER?? 

THAT'S RIGHT ITS ME!!! I GRADUATE IN 14 DAYS AND WOW IT REALLY HASN'T SETTLED IN FULLY JUST YET AH