Psychopath (Stiles AU)

Chapter 22

[Song: Above The Clouds Of Pompeii by Bear's Den]

Runaways: Day 3. 

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There was an eerie silence that had settled throughout the car as the pair continued to drive the seemingly never ending roads. 

(Y/n) couldn't remember the last time she'd seen any source of wildlife, let alone another human being. There hadn't been any buildings for miles, and the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon ready to rise, yet she couldn't bring herself to sleep. 

Her eye lids were heavy, eyes stinging with tiredness, yet she would't let herself sleep. 

She was too afraid that if she closed her eyes for more than a brief moment she would be able to see Stiles killing that poor girl back at the town. Too afraid that she would be able to see the terrified gleam of the girls eyes, to be able to see herself just sitting there in the car, body paralyzed while she failed to help her.

She will forever be angry at herself, that she just let that happen right in front of her; but yet, she couldn't bring herself to be angry at Stiles for killing the girl in the first place. 

In a way, she was used to him doing so. It was uncommon occurrence, something that shouldn't have surprised her. Killing was Stiles' thing, and she should have known that she couldn't change that about him. 

She wanted to speak up, to address the situation and maybe deflate the the thick tension that connected the two, but her lips wouldn't move. She was speechless, unknowing how to address such a thing. 

"Sleep." He suddenly spoke softly, voice hoarse from not speaking for such a long time. 

She turned to look at him with hooded eyes, gaze settling on the side of his face as he continued to watch the road even though she knew he didn't have to because there literally was no one else driving it besides them. 

He reached his hand out to her, tapping her thigh gently. She placed her hand on his open palm, letting his fingers slot in between the spaces of her own. 

Then, just like that, with their hands intertwined and resting between them she could have sworn that they were just a normal couple. 

  ☩  

She awoke sometime later, midday according to the digital clock sitting beside the bed she was lying in. 

Bed? 

She sat up, tired eyes skimming the area around her. She was in what seemed to be a hotel room, something that Stiles must have found on their drive. Though, said boy was no where to be seen. 

His jacket was hanging over a chair sitting by a run-down old desk, telling her that he had at least been in the room at some point. 

She jumped up from the bed, making her way over to the desk only to notice a map sitting by his jacket. She unfolded it, noticing strange red marks on different areas. 

There were roughly nine areas circled, the tenth one having a singular red 'X' through it. 

She furrowed her eyebrows, picking the map up to examine it further. It was then that she realized that the circle with the 'X' through it was the town they had just left from. Her mind was quick to jump to conclusions. 

Either this was Stiles just mapping the places he wanted to go to, or he was marking the areas he was going to kill at.  

Maybe she was just over-analyzing the situation, but she couldn't help but feel like this is what he was doing. It wasn't something peculiar, and it seemed like something the brunet would do. The thought sent a sick feeling to her stomach. 

The hotel door suddenly slamming  closed brought her out of her thoughts, spinning on her heels to turn and face the direction of the door. 

Stiles stood there, a plastic bag of food hanging from his left hand. He eyed the map still in her hands, then flicked his gaze to meet hers. He cocked an eyebrow at her, shrugging lightly. 

"I'm going to die some day, (Y/n), and before I do I want to make sure I leave my mark on the world." 

And just like that, his words confirmed her initial thought. 

He was on a killing spree.