Scolding the Embers

Chapter 3

Derek carried his broken right arm in his other hand as he limped through the suburban streets. He had been captured and only just escaped by the time he saw Chris Argent the leader of the Argents.

Blood dripped down his forehead and was matted in his hair. He would soon develop numerous bruises and scars over his body from his beatings. Although Derek had numerous injuries and was pretty sure he had a concussion he only felt the disappointment of failing to avenge his family's deaths.

He felt the weight of failure fall on to his shoulders as he dragged himself through the streets. Thankfully he had gotten far enough that he had reached Beacon Hills.

The Argents would look for him at the hospital or police station so he didn't bother heading there. He was about 10 minutes away from his house but he didn't think he would make it. Derek heard the roar of engines coming up behind him and he recognised those engines.

The Argents Derek screamed to himself. He wouldn't allow himself to be captured again he had to escape so he could heal and attempt to finish off the Argents again. Derek looked around for an escape but only saw houses. Derek runs to the closest house and painfully jumps up onto the second floor of the house.

He stifles a groan and lifts his body up. He sees a window and unlocks it lifting it up before throwing himself in and closing the window. Derek looks up to see a young man staring at him wide-eyes. His mouth was moving but Derek heard no words. Derek felt numb and he fell to the floor. Black dots cloud his vision as he sees his own blood on the floor.

He fights against the darkness before succumbing to its depths.

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Stiles couldn't help but stare at the shirtless man who had just climbed through his window and just collapse in a small pool of blood. "Oh Sh*t!" Stiles yells as he surveys the man for serious injuries; finding many. He sees that the man was carrying a weapon and a backpack. Firstly he looks at the weapon and recognise it as a sniper rifle.

"What the hell are you doing with one of these?" Stiles asks himself. He then picks up the man and drags him to his bathroom. While Stiles looked small and a little scrawny he actually had muscles as he picked up the man and sat him up on the bench.

He runs some luke warm water and grabs a cloth tending to his wounds. Stiles muttered profanities every time he saw a new wound even deeper than the last. How did this happen to him? It looks like he had just been tortured. By the looks of it he probably was.

Stiles exits the bathroom and looks for a pair of clothes the man could borrow. Stiles hesitates when he checks what size pants he is so he decides to leave them on and just grabs a shirt for him. After bandaging the man up he slips the shirt over his head.

Stiles nods at his work. Stiles probably should've taken him to the hospital but he would've bled out by the time the ambulance arrived. Stiles lays the man down onto his bed. He makes sure the mans arm is in a comfortable position. It was definitely fractured so he better drive him to the hospital. Stiles runs down the stairs and unlocks his jeep before running back up the stairs to retrieve the man.

But once Stiles reached his bedroom he was pinned against the wall with a knife drawn to his neck. Stiles panics for a second before remembering his mixed martial arts classes. "Put the knife down or I'm going to damage your fractured arm. I don't want to hurt you and I was simply helping you and about to drive you to the hospital."

"Stop acting tough boy. I could easily slit your throat right now." Stiles rolls his eyes. "Do you have a reason for killing someone who just saved your life. I know you've been tortured and you're running from someone so why kill me all I've tried to do is help."