CHAPTER ONE
Stiles ran ,full speed ,down the alley. He was making his way around the corner when he slid down on the ground. He soaked his side in a puddle of sewer mud. A siren went off as Stiles started to run again. He reached a fire escape, looked around and climbed up. Stiles climbed until he reached an opened window, we're he climbed into a dark, silent apartment.
Stiles rolled in and stumbled to his feet. Breathing heavy, Stiles explored his surroundings. He found food in the cupboards and fridge, but the door was locked. The one bedroom apartment was coazy for one person. He could tell the person was neat and a guy. The guy had a gun full of ammo and extra. Nice clothes. Clean. Everything. Not even a grain of dust. Anywhere. Stiles used is smarts to tell the exact time the man left and was due home. Stiles shrugged, desiding to take a shower and clean his road rash before it got bad.
After pealing off his soaked jeans, shirt, hoodie and boxers Stiles climbed into the tub. He stood there a while letting his body numb at the hot water. Stiles groaned in pain as the hot water washed over his rash. It stung but soon faded as his whole body went numb. He missed the warmth of a shower. Stiles soon fell and laid in the tub. He started to shake uncontrollably. Stiles knew what it was. Panic attack. Stiles let it pass. Even though the whole time he could barely breath and the hot water didn't help one bit.
Stiles stepped out of the shower, quickly dried and dressed before going to the fire escape. The cold air blew in and sent unpleasant chills down his back. He realized he had to make it look like he was never there and sighed. Stiles placed the towel he used into the dirty laundry basket, dried the bathroom, and cleaned the floor by the window. He had started to walk back to the window to leave when the door opened.
Stiles froze, eyes wide, it took him a second when the owner of the apartment came towards him. Stiles dodged the man and started down the fire escape when he saw a police cruiser turn into the alley. So he climbed to the roof. He didn't notice the man was behind him. Stiles got to the stairs when the man jumped over the railing and in front of Stiles, slamming him into the brick wall. Stiles slowly started to panic.
"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna keep you here and call the cops." the man said. His voice was calming and soft. Stiles tried to calm down but a panic attack was rising and he couldn't stop it.
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Just Strangers {Sterek Fan-Fiction}
Fanfic**DISCLAIMER** THIS STORY WAS UPLOADED IN 2016