Psychopath (Stiles AU)

Chapter 21

Runaways: Day 2. 

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"This is as far as I go, sorry mate." 

Stiles nodded at the driver through the back window, sending him a grateful thank you before he hopped down from the back of the truck. He helped (Y/n) down before the truck was off again, leaving them behind in a cloud of dust. 

There was the faint glow of a town's lights ahead, so that's where Stiles decided they were to go. 

Though in the back of his mind he had a plan for this town. To leave a mark behind for him and the whole town to remember once he's gone. He smiled to himself, stuffing one of his hands into his pants pocket to feel the cool handle of his pocket knife before he took (Y/n)'s hand in his other, tugging her toward the glowing lights. 

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It wasn't long before they finally made it to the town. 

It looked just about as deserted as the gas station they were dropped off at, but then again it was sometime past midnight, Stiles thinks, so every sane person was probably sleeping. 

"Hungry?" He asked, and she nodded at him. "C'mon, then." 

He lead her to a twenty-four hour diner he spotted while they were walking in, one that honestly looked a little dingy, but it would have to do. 

He held the door open for her, only allowing himself to enter once she was in. 

They took a seat in one of the booths, ordering a stack of pancakes to share before sitting back and relaxing into the booth. It was silent between them, the only thing audible was bad 80's music playing from the jukebox that sat across the diner. 

"Hey," Stiles suddenly spoke, quietly as to not disturb the peace that settled. She looked up at him, a tired smile on her face as she did so. "Just wanted to say thank you." 

"For what?" She questioned. 

"For coming with me," He answered. "I didn't get time to say it earlier. Thanks for joining me on this crazy stupid journey." 

"We're the runaway's, remember?" She smiled, and all Stiles could do was smile back just as big. 

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Once they had finished eating, the two stepped back out into the cool night air, walking the streets again while they tried to spot a motel to stay the night, but Stiles managed to spot something a lot better. A little distance from them was a girl walking toward her car, too busy talking on her phone to care about anything going on around her. 

Stiles jumped at the opportunity, taking (Y/n)'s hand and tugging her toward the girl. 

Stiles got to her just as she was pulling out her car keys, and he let go of (Y/n)'s hand to leap at the girl while he simultaneously pulled out his pocket knife. 

The girl let out a shriek that was cut short when Stiles hastily pressed the knife into her throat. She was in so much shock that she couldn't manage any sounds, let alone actual words. 

"Get in the car." Stiles mumbled to (Y/n), halfheartedly waving his knife toward the girls vehicle. 

She looked at him, dumbfounded, "W-What? No!" 

"Get in the car." Stiles ordered this time, voice hoarse and demanding while he momentarily teared his attention from the girl he had pressed against his chest to look at her to let her know he was being serious, and she finally did as told.  

With shaking hands she tugged the passenger door open, sliding into the seat and bringing her knees up, hugging them to her chest. She stared wide eyed at the scene in front of her, not fully believing what she was seeing. 

She thought Stiles was over all the killing. She thought he was better now, and had gotten over his blood lust, but she couldn't have been more wrong. 

She could tell from where she was how tightly Stiles was holding that poor girl to his chest, his fingers digging painfully into her upper arm to keep her still. She struggled against him, but never once did she make any more noise. 

She watched as Stiles leaned down to press his lips to the girls ear, telling her something before he suddenly swiped the knife across the girl's neck. He let her body fall to the ground in a heap, then wiped his knife on his pants before stuffing it into his pocket again. 

He swiped the car keys from the ground, striding over to the car and hopping into the drivers side. 

"W-Why... Why did you... I thought..." She couldn't manage to string together a proper sentence, too horrified to comprehend what just happened, what she just let happen. 

"You thought what?" He spat, not yet making eye contact with her while he shoved the keys into the ignition and starting up the engine. 

"I thought you'd stopped..." She whispered, eyes casting to the dirty floor of the car while she clasped her hands together, willing them to stop shaking. 

"Killers don't stop until they're killed." Was all he said before he began to drive away. 

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A/n: what do you think Stiles told the girl? :-)