Dereks Pov.
"I love y-" A knife plunged into his chest. He looked down. Then back at me. Then he crumpled. I didnt even realize I was screaming.
"STILES. STILES! PLEASE. PLEASE WAKE UP." Isaac screams matched my own. Kimmy was just screaming into nothing. Scott still has the serenity of not knowing anything. What a bliss that must be.
"Now Derek. Shut. Up. Time to let you out. BUT- If you try anything we will leave you uncontious and leave. OK?" Jena and Lydia warned.
"I hate you. I HATE YOU." I screamed. A wave electricity flowed through me. I dont care. I am hollow now. No reason to feel anything.
"Hush little babies dont you cry. It was for that loser Stiles to die. No more tears, no more screams. Your life is only tearing at the seams. Now hush little babies, dont tempt fate. Or I will kill scarf boys mate." Lydia sang quietly laughing riddled with lunacy. Jena began to hum along. She grew louder until they both were shouting the lyrics.
"Alrighty Der Bear" I flinched, Stiles called me that just that morning. I sobbed uncontrollably. "We are going to let you free now. Muah." She blew a kiss at me, wolfbane weakened me until I was lying on {COLD HARD GROUND A/N} the forest floor.
"Derek?" A voice called from a million miles away.
I wish I could just die.
Scotts Pov
I woke up to see every one but Kimmy sleeping. It was all blurry but I could make out people. There was Isaac, and Derek, and Stiles.
"Scott!" Kimmy sobbed. Wait, why are they all alive? Where is Jena and Lydia?
"He's dead!" She wailed. "He is gone! I am chained help me!" She cired.
"Who's dead?" Then I got clarity on my vision. Stiles wasnt asleep. He was in a pool of blood.
"STILES!" I ran to his side already crying. "C'mon buddy. Wake up. WAKE UP!" I shook him. I flipped him over in shock. A knife.
"H-He is dead. He is gone. MY BROTHER IS GONE!" I began to bawl.
I picked him up just as Derek and Isaac woke.
"Where are you going?" Isaac asked tears flowing. Derek just looked at Stiles blank greiving on his face.
"I was going to take him to the hospital. He'll be ok." I said looking at him. Maybe he can.
"SCOTT HE IS DEAD. HE IS NOT COMING BACK. HE. IS. DEAD." Derek screamed. His voice was opposite from his actions, he gently grabbed Stiles from me cradling him. As if he would wake up! HE WONT.
"I have to go tell my mom. I have to go." Tears rushed out of my eyes as I ran. Less than a minute I was in the house looking into the concerned eyes of my mom.
"Scott? Are you ok? Why is there blook on your shirt? Its nearly midnight!" She asked scared.
"He's gone." Was all I could say.
"Who?" Her face paled.
"Stiles. Hes dead. Jena and Lydia they..." I fell to the ground my body shaking with sobs.
"I am going to the police station. They will have to investigate. Especially since he knows about werewolves..." Her eyes clouded as a few tears fell. She walked to the car in a daze.
"Mom!" I yelled. I paused. He is with his mom. Maybe he is happy now, and safe. Safe from all the fears we face everyday. Even the little ones, like meeting new people. Or the big ones we face. Like Jena. Like Lydia.
