| Killer |

Chapter 1

Third Person POV

He aimed the gun at his victims head as he watched them try to break free of the chains they were being held down by. They were stuck in that chair their mouth covered with tape while this young boy who seemed so innocent aims a gun at their head.

"I can't kill you." The boy says growing closer to his victim. The woman chained to the chair sighed in relief.

"Not yet." The boy finished making the woman panic once again. The boy pulled out a small but extremely sharp knife.

"I want to see you suffer first." The boy continued putting the blade to the woman's cheek.

"Now where do I begin? Hm..." The boy ripped the woman's shirt off her body and then pulled off her pants.

He put his hand on her chest, not touching her private areas at all. He trailed his hand across her chest sucking in a breath. In a swift motion he made a huge gash across her chest. The woman tried to scream, tried to break free of the chains, but it was no use.

"You're so... beautiful." He said running his hand over her cheek. He sat on her lap straddling her and the chair. In a quick motion he ripped the tape off her mouth and in another quick motion he brought his lips to hers, kissing her.

What surprised him the most was that she kissed back. It was mostly from fear that if she didn't he would kill her right then and there. He wasn't a terrible kisser in fact he was an amazing kisser in her opinion.

She wanted to pull him closer, but she wanted to push him off just as much. He pulled away from her and stood up. He stood in front of her thinking about what he should do or say next.

He cupped her cheeks with his hands rubbing one of his thumbs over her cheek gently. In a swift motion he pulled his hands away and punched her really hard.

"I wonder how your boyfriend would feel if he knew you kissed me..." He said straddling her once again.

"I wonder how he would feel if he knew you wanted me..." He said getting quieter. He grew closer until he was right next to her ear.

"I wonder how he would feel if he knew you wanted to fuck me." He whispered seductively in her ear. She moaned softly at his tone bucking her hips upward slightly. He laughed and slapped her across the face leaving a red mark.

She looked at him once again just waiting for him to do something. He brought his lips to hers once again. She kissed back of course how could she not after what he just pulled. He pushed his body forward slightly so he was sitting straight.

He pulled away looking at the woman's face. He saw her pain but also her want. Her need.

"You want to fuck me?" He whispered in her ear. She nodded her head slowly as if she wasn't sure how to respond. He got off of her and walked behind the chair.

He pulled out the same knife from before and held it to her throat. She whimpered as tears fell down her face.

"I'm sorry." He said, and slit her throat. He stood in front of her, and watched the blood pour from her neck. Blood covered the floor. He cleaned his prints off of everything he touched, and left the house.

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~2 years later~

He was going to be late and he was going to be killed for it. He grabbed his bag and ran to his jeep as fast as he could. He pulled out his phone, and checked the time seeing it was 5:23 pm.

"Shit!" He yelled starting his jeep and speeding away.

He reached Derek's loft parking as fast as he could, and hopping out of his jeep. He had a stack of school books under his seat, and when he jumped out they fell on the ground outside.

"Fuck!" He yelled picking up his books and throwing them back into his jeep. He slammed his jeep door, and ran up to Derek's loft.

Before he could open the door it slid open to reveal an angry Derek.

"You're late Stiles, again." Derek growled crossing his arms.

"I know I'm sorry! I can't keep track of time." Stiles said shoving his way past Derek and into the loft.

"Clearly." Derek mumbled shutting the door and taking his seat at the front. Stiles sat next to Scott, as usual.

"Sorry I'm late." He mumbled to Scott.

"It's okay." Scott whispered.

"As I was saying, there was another killing." Derek said crossing his arms over his chest.

"If I didn't know any better I would say these killings have all been committed by the same person." Kira said with a slight chuckle. Right then Stiles started choking on his water.

He started coughing, and couldn't stop coughing. Everyone was confused, but freaking out. Stiles fell onto the floor landing on his hands and knees. He began wheezing and coughing at the same time.

"Someone do something!" Malia yelled standing up quickly.

"Okay um." Lydia ran over to stiles who was currently dying on the floor. He could taste blood. He thought he was going to die at this point. Lydia was about to start helping, but before she could stiles rolled onto his back gasping for air.

"Um... Scott do you have your inhaler!?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah here." He said handing it to her, and sitting on the floor on the other side of his best friend. Lydia put the end of the inhaler in Stiles's mouth pressing the top of it down releasing the medicine into his lungs.

Stiles took a deep breath holding it for a few seconds and letting it out. He gasped a little bit but finally caught his breath. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes for a few seconds before his breathing slowed down to normal pace.

"Out of all ways I thought I could die choking on water was not one of them." Stiles laughed coughing slightly. Scott and Lydia helped him up. Stiles sat back in his chair ready to get this stupid meeting over with.

"Are you okay stiles?" Derek asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yeah I'm good no thanks to you, SourWolf." Stiles growled at Derek.

"I didn't know what to do!" Derek growled back.

"Whatever let's just get this stupid meeting over with please."
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Sorry if you all hate this it's really late and I'm really tired. I have plans for later chapters that I am very excited to write. I might write some more tomorrow... hopefully. And leave some feedback in the comments please! Let me know if I should even keep writing this please!