No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 22

Malia's POV

I was more terrified than the moment I had realized I killed my mother and sister. Everywhere they stood with weapons, emotions wiped from their faces. Leaving us with only one option;

Run.

Stiles was having a hard time, but I had to hand it to him. For being slowly cut open, he was holding up quite well, I simply only held his hand tighter. Lydia had stripped herself of heels and was running in high boots, where Scott held her hand to pull her along, except for the fact that she was running faster than him.

"How the hell did he figure it out?" Scott cried as we dove to hide behind the trees that grew outside the compound. The sound of gun shots ringing in my ears as I closed my eyes to try to diminish the fear that crept up on me.

"It's Peter!" Stiles yelled over the gun shots. "He used the drugs, he destroyed random kids lives to brainwash them into killers! So he could use them to sell the same drug to everyone!"

Stiles had already told me everything, but every time it hit me hard, the fact that Peter was the one that night. The one who had held me down and injected that needle into my leg so I would kill my real family.

"He's the reason we're all in this mess." I say slowly.

Lydia nodded her head as she peered out of the tree. Before quickly moving back as another bullet whizzed by.

"Except me! Stiles pulled me into this shit!" Scott yelled as Stiles sent him a nasty glare.

"We don't have time for this! We need to move elsewhere." Lydia cried slapping both Scott and Stiles on the arms. Both boys winced but nodded their heads, I forced myself to gasp a breath in and quietly we crawled over to the opening of an alleyway, farther down I could make out a large dumpster we could hide behind. We could possibly wait there until the drugs wear off the others. Only thing is, if we made a break for it, we would no longer have the trees as coverage, that, I did not like. Glancing over to Stiles I search his eyes for something, a different plan. But instead he nods,

"We have no choice Mal." He whispers as I feel Lydia press her hands on my back.

"Go, it'll be fine. One by one, so they have less of a target to hit."

Sucking in a breath, I let go of Stiles hand. But before I could work up the courage to run into open fire I quickly turned and pressed my lips to his, deciding that if I was going to die. I wanted to be able to say I kissed him in my last moments. Stiles grabs my hands and gives it a squeeze as we break apart,

"We're going to make it out of this."

I nod my head, listening to his words, I force myself to bolt, the feeling of being exposed hits me first as I turning swiftly down into the alley. I hear gunshots wiz by me once I fall to the ground for cover. Gasping for breath I glance up, I  see two teenagers I'd never met in my life stand across the road with dead look in their eyes. Guns in hand their eyes lock on me.

Snapping out of my daze I leap to my feet and shoot down the alley way, the dumpster lost from my view. I hear someone else starting to run behind me and I pray it's Stiles, Lydia or Scott. Anyone who wasn't going to shoot me dead.

"Malia! Stop! Your going too far." I hear the distant sound of Stiles shouting. Sucking in a breath I turn but instead of seeing Stiles. I see a broad chest, dark eyes and grey hair.

Peter.i

Fear hits me first but I shake my head, I was sick of being terrified. Narrowing my eyes I dig my heels to the ground, bracing myself to fight. Instead of doing the same Peter throws his head back and laughs.