Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

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APOV

I almost ran right into Mason. "Anything?" I asked. He shook his head. We walked down the hall until we met up with Malia and Scott.

Scott was out of breath. "You need your inhaler?" Mason asked him.

"Do you hear that?" Scott asked.

"It's just the lights, isn't it?" Malia asked.

"This way."

We ran up and down halls following Scott, but there was no sign of Liam or Hayden. "I'm telling you, we've been down this way before," Mason said.

"What the hell are we doing?" Scott asked. "We're running up and down this thing-" He was cut off by his own deep breaths.

"Scott, you need your inhaler," Malia said. He dropped down to his knees. "Use it, use your inhaler." When it was clear he wasn't going to grab it, I dropped down next to him and pulled it out of his jacket. I pressed it into his hand and he finally used it.

"This is my fault," he said. "We're never going to find them, and it's all my fault."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Scott, this is not on you, it's not on any of us. We didn't cause this, all we can do now is save our friends."

Mason reached down and offered him a hand, Scott looked at it for a moment before taking it. "We've got to keep looking," Mason told him. "We can't give up."

Finally Scott nodded. Malia led the way with Mason behind her. I gave Scott a hug and then pulled him down the hallway after them.

BPOV

Stiles and I found his dad at the hospital. The Sheriff walked up to us. "What are you two doing here?"

"You've got to leave the body," Stiles told him. "Let whoever's taking them, take it."

"Not an option."

"You haven't seen what this thing can do," I said. "He's too strong for you. I'm not sure the entire police force can take him down."

"I'm doing my job," he said.

"Yeah, you've been real busy arresting people you know are innocent," Stiles said.

"Go home." The Sherriff got into the elevator and we followed. "This isn't up for debate."

Stiles shrugged. "Then I'm not leaving."

"You know Clark mentioned something about key cards to the library," Stilinski said. "Do you kids have after hours access?"

"Yeah, we do," Stiles said. "I'd show you mine, but I lost it weeks ago."

When we got down to the floor with morgue, Stiles and I went to sit in a waiting area. After a few moments of silence, Stiles pulled out his key card. He stared at it for a second before dropping it into the trash. "It was self defense," I mumbled, half-heartedly, I knew no matter how many times I said it he wouldn't listen to me.

He didn't say anything. He just looked at the ground. "We should tell Scott," I told him. "He'll understand, I know he will. Waiting only makes it worse. If-"

"Would you tell Ava?" He asked me. My words died on my lips. "I didn't think so."

"It's different with Ava. She knows the kind of person I used to be, the kind of person that sacrificed family to save myself. I never thought twice about killing if it meant I lived to see another day. This isn't so different than those times. It would be hard for her to believe I didn't kill Donovan out of convenience, that I killed him out of mercy. She's seen the darkness in me, she wouldn't be so quick to give me a free pass."