No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 21

Stiles POV

At first I panicked. Than I realized Theo was moving at the pace of a dying slug, head bowed down with anger filtering into his eyes. Confusion whipped over me as I glance to Peter who only turned, simply walking away with not a single word said to me.

I almost laughed, I seriously almost broke out laughing at the speed Theo was moving and how dramatic this was supposed to be. But quickly I ate my words as Theo started moving faster, his eyes narrowing on me more. Bracing myself, I wasn't going to run, but again, I didn't think I had a choice.

Theo broke out in a yell, a knife he had been holding whips out if front of him as I suck in a breath. Whirling to the side I miss his first attack, turning so I was facing his back. I throw my weight on him so he crumbles to the ground. Rebounding quickly He pulls himself back up and searches for the knife that had clattered to the ground. Both of us lunge desperately for it, my finger tips brushing the blade I quickly feel it snatched from my grasp.

Theo was hovering over me with the tip of the blade inches from my face. I stared into the dead eyes, that I knew weren't Theo's, even if the kid was crazy, he wasn't this crazy.

The drugs.

It hits me like bricks, hard and sudden I feel my mouth go dry. It was drugs, everything was with the drugs. Allison knew, she figured the drugs out, she was working against Peter. And he killed her.

He used me to kill her.

Moments from my death I've figured out the key to my life, to my freedom and I won't live to tell anyone about it.

Or Malia.

The thought of her nearly drives me insane as I grab Theo's wrist. Preventing the sharp weapon from connecting to my face, sealing my eyes closed I try to focus on my strength but Theo is impossibly strong.

"I was wrong Theo. We were both drugged, it wasn't your fault either." I hiss, trying to connect with the boy. "I'm sorry, and if you can hear me, fight. Hell, I know you want to kill me as I wanted to kill you, but kill me after I find a way to warn Malia."

Theo gets another surge of power the knife coming closer. I let go of a shaky breath as I small scream escapes my lips, just trying to keep myself alive for a second longer.

"You talked to her, you become her friend! Don't tell me you didn't learn care for her, to love the way she blushes at everything, or how she goes from a small girl who needs a hug to a warrior better than any of us in seconds. The way she talks too fast when she gets excited, how loyal she is. She's going to die if you don't stop yourself. Theo please!" I cried as the knife meets the skin on my chest, Theo slowly starts moving it upwards.

"Theo! Stop!"

But he doesn't stop. I sag my head as I feel the pain take my body, I try to struggle but I feel hopelessness fill my bones. Closing my eyes I think of Malia, the life we could've had if we weren't criminals, if our families lived, if we were never chosen. My dad would've loved her, I wonder if maybe Allison and Scott would have stilled met. Allison and Malia would have been best friends, we would've been happy.

But I wouldn't change anything, if it meant not meeting her. Maybe, I'd still change not murdering my mother but that's not the point.

She was my everything. And I had lost her.

She was my everything.
And I lost her.

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Malia's POV

I was too late.
His eyes were drifting closed as the life was leaving his body, Theo stood over him, the knife in hand. Quickly everything felt like it was in slow motion, his eyes closing for the last time, the life leaving him. My heart stopped, my body went cold.