Dancing in the Dark

Break Stuff

                                                     Its just one of those days
                                             When you don't wanna wake up
                                                       Everything is fucked
                                                         Everybody sucks
                                                 You don't really know why
                                                       But you want justify
                                                 Rippin' someone's head off

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"Lets make it easy, do you know where Peter is?" Stiles slammed the guy against the brick wall, his hand around his neck tightly. "I know you know him."

The guy, slightly older than Stiles began choking and gasping for air. His face turning slightly purple from due of lose of air.

"I-I don't–ugh!" he grunted as his fist connected with his ribs. Stiles seethed heavily, Scott right behind him, his eyes glowing crimson red.

"I sense him being around here, and his stench is on you," Scott growled lowly, and the guy's eyes widened.

"I swear! I don't know him," the guy wheezed out until he dropped him like a piece of garment. He grunted and the brick wall kept him from doubling over. Stiles and Scott looked over him.

It was so dark out, none of the lights on the buildings, nor that much cars out at this time of night. The street light made them hid in the shadows and the red blinking eyes glowered at the injured man.

"Well we heard you've been keeping contact with him," Stiles held shoved his hands in his pockets of his leather jacket, feeling the cool metal of his gun against his fingertips.

"Where did you g-get that from?" the guy croaked out, seeing Scott's eyes glow a dark and deeper red.

"We've heard he's been in contact with you," Stiles repeated, ignoring his fear. But deep down, pride twisted in his stomach.

The man gulped. Stiles kicked him soundlessly in the ribs.

"He's a murderous Alpha werewolf, dumbass," Scott snapped, looming over him threateningly. "He's trying to get to the top of the food chain, and who should be on top?"

The guy coughed and there was blood.

"Well?" Scott barked as he fisted his shirt again and lifted him up. He winced at his sudden voice of change.

"Ok, ok, chill, kid," he wheezed again, due from air lose. "Ok, so Peter has came to me. He's been making this list to kill these people," he said quietly, thinking he was here.

"What?" Stiles asked, raising and eyebrow in question. "What list?"

"That's all I know," the man said quickly.

Scott snarled and looked away. Peter Hale. Most powerful Alpha in Beacon Hills...or ever. He was the one who made Scott suffered from transforming into a werewolf. That goddamn man.

"Are you sure?" Stiles asked calmly, so calmly it gave the man chills down his back.

"Yes!" he nodded in assurance. Scott dropped him. He waved his hand.

"Go." his voice dark. The man began scurrying away.

Stiles looked at Scott in the eye. His eyes turned back to their normal color now. He sighed.

"So," he trailed off. "Peter is trying to get to the top, huh?" he asked curiously.

Scott nodded it slowly. "Yeah," he sighed.

Stiles realized how late it was. He needed to get home, rest, and another lecture from his parents. "Fuck." He muttered.

                                                          No human contact
                                                         And if you interact
                                                      Your life is on contract
                                Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker
                                                   It's just one of those days!

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A/N: Another update! Hell yes! And thank you all so much for all the reads and stars! It means a lot!

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