| Killer |

Chapter 6

It's been a month since Stiles disappeared. He's been on the run and it's a lot more fun than the shows make it seem. Stiles hasn't killed anyone and he's only taken people's wallets (without them knowing of course) but for the most part he's been sight seeing.

He somehow made it to France where he met up with Isaac. Isaac had no idea what had been going on.

"Stiles? What're you doing here?"

"Oh y'know... sight seeing..."

"It's a very beautiful place."

"I've noticed." Stiles kept his hand wrapped around the blade in his pocket.

"So what's going on in Beacon Hills? How's Scott?"

*RING RING RING*

"Speak of the devil... hold on I have to take this..." Isaac walked away answering his phone.

"Scott? Hey what's up?"

"Isaac listen we've been told Stiles might be in France in your area we are on our way there. Have you seen Stiles at all?"

"Yeah I'm with him right now..."

"Oh my god. Okay do not let him out of your sight! I will explain everything when we get there."

"Scott-"

"Isaac please just watch him!!"

"Okay alright... I'll talk to you later. Bye." Isaac hung up walking back over to Stiles.

"So as I was saying, what's going on in Beacon Hills?"

"Nothing really. I mean there's a serial killer on the loose, but when is there not?" Stiles chuckled, and Isaac chuckled along with.

"Yeah, that town is crazy." Isaac said quietly while looking at the ground.

"Everything alright Isaac?"

"Yeah everything's fine... I just miss Beacon Hills..."

"I'm sorry... why don't we do something? I'm really bored."

"Alright. How about we go back to my place? We can watch a movie or something."

"Alright, sure." Stiles said with a slight smile as he followed Isaac to his car.

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"Wow this is where you live?" Stiles asked as his mouth hung open.

"Yeah, it's not the best, but it'll do." Isaac said with a sad smile.

"This is amazing! Isaac! Have you seen my house!?" Stiles yelled, laughing through the words.

"Yeah... I guess." Isaac replied with a small chuckle.

"So what movies do you have?" Stiles asked, studying the house closely.

"I have lots of movies. How about a werewolf movie?" Isaac asked, smirking.

"You're so lame!" Stiles whined, he didn't want to even watch a movie at this point. He's missed Isaac, but he's on the run, so he can't exactly stay long.

"Okay. Let's just... not watch a movie." Isaac said, and then his phone rang. "Hang on." Isaac said, answering his phone, and walking somewhere private.

"Isaac, is Stiles still there?" Scott's voice asked from the other line. 

"Yes." Isaac said, and glared out at Stiles. He just watched Stiles as he talked to Scott, he said he wouldn't let him out of his sight, and he tends not to break that.

"We're here. Don't tell him. We're sneaking up. Corner him." Scott said through the small device. Isaac nodded, although Scott couldn't see him, Scott knew he was.

"Ready... Set... GO!" Scott yelled, and then kicked Isaac's door down. Stiles tried to run, but Isaac was too fast, and caught him.

"Really!? You were in on this the entire time!?" Stiles exclaimed, and struggled against Isaac's grip.

"I still have no idea what you did, or why they're after you. I just said I would help them get you." Isaac told Stiles, and looked at Scott who came closer, and then Stiles's dad ran in.

"Now you start being helpful? What happened to your whole "I was abused so I can't help" story?" Stiles said, and smirked.

"That was uncalled for, Stiles. What the hell is wrong with you?" Isaac asked, and looked at Noah who came and took Stiles away from Isaac, cuffing him in the meantime.

"Oh, you haven't heard? Poor you. I'm sure Scott has a good explanation." Stiles said, tilting his head to the side, and looking at Scott.

"He's psychotic." Was all Scott said, as he turned to Stiles and growled. He then turned back to Isaac, and took a deep breath. "He's not who we thought he was, and he was never my best friend." Scott said, and looked at the ground with a frown.

"I'm sorry, Scott." Isaac whispered to Scott, and then looked at Stiles. "You, on the other hand... I never liked you, Stilinski. I hope you rot in jail." Isaac said, pointing at Stiles, an angry look plastered across his face.

Stiles just laughed psychotically, and then was dragged out by Noah. Scott following closely behind. Isaac first watched, but then followed. He wanted to see Stiles behind bars, and he would if it was the last thing he'd do.

...and to think, Isaac had thought he'd loved Stiles...

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Ahhhhh, it has been too long since I have updated! Well, here is the next chapter, and I hope you enjoy it... I know it is bad, and maybe a little confusing... but I tried.