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IV: Part One

A few days later

    "Have you guys heard from Stiles?" Barry questioned. The laughter from previous events died down, the question sending everyone into their thoughts.

Caitlin replied first, shaking her head, "No, I haven't talked to him for a dew days."

"Last time I talked to him was the day you and Iris got together." everyone looked at each other, concern clouding their eyes and as quick as he could, Cisco shoved his phone into his front pocket and began to type away on his computer. "I'll try tracking his phone down."

"Stiles may have been really upset for the past few days, but this is unlike him. I know he would've said something."

"I can try calling Emma?" Caitlin suggested. Barry nodded signaling Caitlin to take out her phone. She did and unlocked it, her thumbs hitting every button quicker than her head can comprehend. Caitlin began to walk away for some privacy, out into the empty hallway. After a few rings, no one answered leaving the three completely confused.

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"Stop! Stop it, please!" Emma shrieked struggling against the ropes that kept her from getting out of the metal chair. Emma was found not too long after Stiles saw his dad, the man had slipped away to find Emma and found her shortly after.

The man chuckled and replied, "Oh, Emma, you know I can't do that, I need that sword."

"What sword?" Emma questioned curiously. She struggled against the ropes again, the rope burn getting worse as she did and so finally, she stopped trying.

"The sword that can kill your brother. You see, an evil spirit is in him and I want that spirit on my side to help kill all metahumans." the man explained, a wicked grin twisting itself onto his face. "I need to activate the spirit."

"You monster! Some of those metahumans have helped us and your just going to kill them?" Emma asked disgusted with the man she is facing with. Emma looked over at her brother who was next to their father, his head dangling down, he was unconscious and he looked like a seventeen year old boy who stayed up all night playing video games till the crack of dawn. Emma almost smiled, missing the memories of coming into his room at midnight and seeing him playing his video games, his eyebrows furrowed, his face twisted in determination.

"Oh, Emma, they will be the ones to destroy this city, you just don't know it yet." a grunt came from her brother, he almost instantly yelping in pain as he picked his head up. Even though it was cold down in the cellar, there was beads of sweat dripping from his face. His eyes, his hazel eyes looked so sad to Emma, she longed to hug him. They've been through so much, it hurt each other to see one another hurt.

Emma glared at him, "You know, something tells me this is going to be just like a movie. The ones where the main characters are kidnapped and the kidnappers tries to kill them but dramatically fails. I always laughed at that part! You may be able to hurt us, but remember, there are people who care for us deeply and will wonder where we are."

The man seemed angry with what Emma had said, it was like he snapped. He knew himself he couldn't do this alone. Without comprehending what he was about to do, he swings his fist towards her face, the hit almost knocking her out instantly.

"Hey! What the hell?" the hazel eyed boy screeched, his emotions pouring into that sentence. He struggled to keep himself from ripping the man apart, he heard a crack come from the chair and instantly he looked at the arm of the chair. There was a crack in the arm of the chair, his knuckles were turning white.

"The key is your sister." the man looked at the girl who sat nearly unconscious in the chair, a bruise forming on her right temple. He took a dagger that was hidden in his boot and looked closely at it. His eyes flicked from the dagger to the girl, him twirling the dagger in his hands.

The boy watched as the mans eyes danced between the dagger and his sister. The hazel eyed boy glared at the man, "I dare you to do it." his voice was deep, dark, the man was almost scared instantly. "You hurt her, I'll kill you."

The man's plan was working, the dagger in his hands was sharp, sharp enough to just lightly drag it across the girl's arm and create a wound. Blood trickled down her arm, the girl wincing in pain as the dagger was dragged down to her elbow. The boy growled, a deep growl and the arm of the chair was cracked more.

The man smiled sickly, his yellow, crooked teeth making a new found way to make Emma cringe. "That's right, Stiles, get angry. You were meant to kill with us metahumans, or some of us metahumans. You see, there's a couple of metahumans that try to stop the ones that try to hurt this town. And your friend, Barry Allen, is one of them."

And your friend, Barry Allen, is one of them, that one sentence threw Stiles off. Barry is a metahuman? There's no way Barry is a metahuman. "No, no way. Barry is not a metahuman."

"Oh but he is. Wanna know who exactly he is?" Stiles didn't answer. Did he want to? He didn't have the choice because he revealed who Barry really was. "He's the Flash."

Stiles' heart dropped, a lump formed in his throat, "No, no, he would have told me."

The man chuckled, "Caitlin Snow and Cisco Ramon, they both know. Actually almost everyone you know knows."

"Did you know?" Stiles' heart broke even more when Emma looked away guiltily, her brown eyes filling up with tears. Anger burned through the boys' veins, he seemed to have blacked out, he had no control over his body. The lies, the fact that his dad was still alive, the fact that this man just waltzed into his house and threatened to end his fathers life, all of it made him angry, furious even.

The arms of the chair broke, he ripped off the ropes binding his hands to them. He growled, an inhuman growl, and looked over at the man who's eyes had become wide, the dagger dropping from his hands. Stiles smirked, bending over and untying the ropes to let his feet be free, he straightened back up, standing up and beginning to waltz over to the man.

"You, you, you've made me angry. I'm done with the lies, I've been lied to for years. You have no idea how tired of the lies."

"Stiles," Stiles heard his dad choke out. The hazel eyed boy turned to look at his dad, sympathy flashing across his face for just a second. "I'm sorry, dad, I lost you once, I'm not losing you again."

With that, he let himself do what he had to do. He took the dagger from the floor and in one swift move, he plunged it into the kidnappers stomach, close to his heart.