Won't Fall (Book Five: Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Ch. 11: The Last Chimera

Scott and I were in his room, minutes after the events of tonight.

Scott was lying on his bed, leaning up against the wall.

I sat next to him, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the deep, deep, bleeding gash in his stomach from Theo trying to kill him. I gently cleaned the blood away, tossing the disinfectant tissues into the trashcan by the nightstand. I put a bandage over his wound, securing it into place.

Scott winced in pain.

"Sorry," I told him.

Scott had been watching me the whole time. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," I told him, throwing the remains of the bandage away, looking up at Scott to see he was still looking at me. "What?"

"I screwed up," Scott told me. "Badly. So bad that I got myself killed and lost my pack. And if it wasn't for you, I would still be dead."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. "Scott..."

"How do you do it?" Scott asked. I looked at him. "How does nothing seem to get to you? How do you keep going the way that you do?"

"I got through what I went through the very worst way," I told him. "I closed myself off. I became stone cold. I became ice. So numb to who I was and who I cared about that I didn't care about what happened to me or to anyone around me. And I was that way for a long time. That changed when someone showed me that it was worth to feel... everything. Someone that showed me that if you're numb to who you are or what you want, what's the point of living? Don't do like I did, Scott. I wasted so many years of my life being like that. I don't want to see anyone else that way."

Scott nodded in understanding, looking down. He sat up, inches away, looking at me. "I need to fix this." I met his gaze. "And by this..."

"You mean everything," I finished.

Scott nodded. "Yeah. I need to fix the pack. I need to fix me."

"And you will," I told him. "And I'll help you. Every step of the way."

Scott nodded barely, gazing off.

I took his hand in mine, the single touch sending black veins up my hand, feeling the immense pain that he was in. I pulled my hand away in surprise for a moment, looking up at him.

Scott lowered his gaze.

I took Scott's hand, small, barely noticeable black veins trailing through my hand. I leaned closer to kiss him, black veins trailing through my lips and cheeks. I slowly pulled away once I felt the rest of his pain fade, looking at him.

Scott managed a small smile. 

We heard the doorbell downstairs, exchanging a look, walking downstairs.

Scott opened the door, seeing who was outside before I did. "Parrish?" I walked down the stairs in confusion, looking at Parrish. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help," Parrish answered.

"With what?" I asked.

Parrish looked behind him. "With her." He stepped aside to reveal Lydia standing outside behind him, her head tilted to the side, looking catatonic. "I found her out in the woods. Her body was freezing. She was practically hypothermic. But that wasn't even the worst part. She had clawed a badge into a rock nearby, making some of her nails peel off. A Sheriff's badge."

Scott shook his head in denial. "No."

I closed my eyes, sighing. "It's a warning."

Sheriff Stilinski was dying.