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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y T W O : S C R E A M
B E F O R E- "That was-" Stiles breathes, "Awesome!"
Dean grunts in clear disapproval, his eyes locking with his younger brothers with a glare of menace. Sam's jaw locks in acknowledgement to the stern talking to he was about to receive but is distracted by the voice of the Hybrid.
"Stiles," Klaus calls, stepping from the shadows where he and his brother had vacated once the fight had admittedly ended. Stiles looks up warily, gingerly wiping the blood and dirt from his cheeks- staining his fingertips, not that he was aware.
"Yes, brother?" Stiles cocks his head, feeling his muscles recoil instinctually as he awaits the punch that Klaus throws. He falls- clutching his stomach with a groan of agony while Klaus grins murderously, "Why, little brother, you have grown rather weak," he taunts, kicking the fallen body with a strength of a hundred men.
"Forgive me, brother, would you rather I have the Nogitsune inside of me?" I spit, weakly pushing myself from the ground, one hand nursing my stomach to health, the other held in front of me protectively. Klaus grins- his fist colliding with my hanging head, sending me reeling into the open arms of a large oak.
The sweet surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did not belong on earth but welcomed me nonetheless. The forest had never cared for seconds or minutes, even hours were inconsequential. The smallest measure of time here is the cycle of
daylight and darkness.
My eyes flicker in memory- I hold my cheek where the coldness of my palm provides an aiding remedy to the bruising flesh beneath. "Why are you beating a man, while he lays in his grave?" I ask, breathing heavily as I watch the claws slide from beneath his fingernails.
"For fun,"
He grins mercilessly, as he strikes me, his claws unfailing as they slice through flesh- my screams of agony fill the night as my eyes shut to the darkness that I beg for. "Mother is expecting us home Stiles, you best be sorting out your ordeals before she gets bothered by your absence." I sob as I feel my blood coagulate beneath my stiff body.
"Niklaus," Elijah speaks, "Why must we wait for him, why not return him straight to mother?" I feel dizzy spells spiral uncontrollably through my body as distortion overtakes my fatigued body.
"There's been a change in plans, Elijah, Mother wants him to make his choice," his teeth grit noticeably, "Because he's the favourite."
N O W - "Allison?" Chris questions confused- he fumbles for a tighter hold on his phone.
"They found her." Allison breaths excitedly, although worry continues to sweep through her voice revealing her nervousness, "Scott found her, Dad." The grin spreads across her features, revealing her deep dimpled smile, "They found Lydia."
Chris's eyebrows raise in worry, "I'm on my way." The cold sweeps through his fingers- he readjusts the phone, "Allison, hold on." He breaths, watching as the plumes unfold across the breeze. "You have to wait."
Allison frowns, stopping her movements- "I can't, Dad." She exhales slowly before she continues packing her duffle bag. "Allison," Chris disagrees, his tone stern, "Wait for me-"
"There's no time," Allison argues looking outside with a pained expression, "It's already night." She sighs tiredly, the worry slowly fixating on her expression, "There's no time, Dad."
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DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)
FanfictionCOMPLETED; Stiles is no longer- weak, or defenseless; in fact, he's been neither of the above for a very long time. Stiles has had enough, sick of hiding his true identity- so when his supposed pack make a decision to kic...
