Clones » Teen Wolf

0.15

"i'm all out of love, i'm so lost without you.
i know you were right believing for so long.
i'm all out of love, what am i without you.
i can't be too late to say that i was so wrong"

-all out of love, air supply

T H I R D P E R S O N

Smiling, Stiles bringing the sandwiches in the back of the band. "Okay," He starts off, smiling wide as he sits in front of Jackson. "I bought you some foo..."

Jackson lunges at the Stilinski boy, cutting him off. "Let me out now!" He screams.

Stiles flinches just a bit, before retorting to Jackson in the sassiest way ever. "You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up - close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. You know we're actually doing you a favor?"

"This is doing me a favor?" Jackson scoffs, looking away from Stiles' eyes.

"Yes. You're..." He stopes, trying to figure out the best way to tell the teenager. "You're killing people. To death. Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry." He sighs, Stiles couldn't imagine the frustration Jackson was having right now. But he actually felt... sorry for him. "Now... you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?"

"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?"

"Uh, well... Not if they don't think anything's wrong. Yeah." He smirks, holding Jackson's phone up.

Jackson reads the message on the phone screen, smirking to himself as he catches the Sheriffs son's mistake.

"So... this Kanima. What exactly does it look like?" Jackson broke the silence, not wanting to writher away in boredom.

"Well for starters you have scales."

"Scales?" Jackson questions with his eyebrows furrowed. "Like a fish."

Stiles shakes his head, correcting the boy. "No, more like a reptile. Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail."

"I have a tail?" Jackson was believing the Stilinski boy less every time he opened his mouth. How could he have a tail and not remember it?

"Yeah, you have a tail."

Jackson smiles, not convinced at all. "Mm. Does it do anything?"

Stiles shakes his head, not getting the hint that Jackson didn't believe a thing. "No, not that I know of."

"Can I use it to strangle you?"

"Yeah, you still don't believe me." Stiles scoffs, trying so hard to get him to understand. "All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?"

"I went home." He shrugs.

But Stiles just raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?"

"You attacked me, Derek, Stuart and Shawn at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic... right in front of me, by the way. That was lovely. And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny." Stiles knew he probably shouldn't have told Jackson all of that, but he was frustrated and desperate to make the Whittemore boy understand.

Jackson, however, didn't understand. Like at all. "Why would I want to kill my best friend?"

"Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now."