World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

hold your peace

One of the last times they had been in the preserve was looking for Stiles and the Wild Hunt. The encounter with Mr. Douglas had left some shaken, as he thrashed them with his whip, sending them back into the Wild Hunt.

"Dude, you know I hate this place," Stiles said to Scott. "Nothing good ever happens here."

"Yeah, gives me the creeps, too," Scott subtly smiled with a chuckle, but quickly stopped as a rustle came from a far. Something had crumpled a dozen or so leaves on the dirt.

Or someone.

Both seniors head's whipped round, but their bodies led to the bark tree to hide for cover. Scott held his firm arm in front of Stiles (knowing his clumsiness).

"If it's those Winchester's, I'm going to bloody kill them," Stiles whispered carefully, knowing that if it weren't them, they'd probably hear.

Scott gave no warning to Stiles as he leaped from his hidden position - which was a terrible plan for whoever was on the other side. But he should have know better than to jump into the abyss before he knew the consequence. Crushing the fragile teen beneath him, Scott saw his crystal eyes screaming help.

"Wait! Wait, it's just me," the boy begged.

"Liam?" the Alpha said. Scott was in a rather uncomfortable position - he had forced his way to the ground as he tackled Liam, and now seemed to straddle him between his legs. "I thought we told you to go home?"

"Erm, I did, for a while. But I just came out here to get some fresh air," he lied. Liam's pale eyes grew stormy as they dashed around the familiar scenery behind Scott.

"By yourself?" Stiles asked. Suddenly, all three teens were back on their feet's again. Liam and Scott were left dusting off themselves from their scuffle, and Stiles' arms wrapped over each other - his eyes not deserting Liam for a second. Not long before he opened his mouth again, "You can come out now, Brett."

Several more crunches came from afar as Brett shuffled over. His feet barely rose from the ground as he dragged them, along with his pouting face. As Brett emerged from the oak tree several meters away, so did a miserable looking cop.

"Which one of you is Liam Dunbar?" He asked without hesitation.

"Erm, that's me?" Unknown to the group as to why Liam replied as if he was asking a question himself, but did unnerve the rest as to why a deputy was asking for the Sophomore.

"Liam Dunbar, I'm arresting you for the murder of Michael Angel and Adam Killigan."

* * *

Not before long, the deputy had recited his legal speech for Liam, but was drowned out by the burning of tyres as a several more cop cars arrived. It reminded Scott how their first encounter with the magically materialising Castiel went - from nothing, to all at once.

Thankfully, Liam didn't say anything as he was dragged away. He figured there was nothing he could do in only human form to get him out of this. The officers start faffing with his cuffs and checking his pockets for weapons Liam would never dream of carrying.

"What the actual hell is going on here?" Brett shouted louder than anticipated, which startled a couple officers. Causing for one to trapes over.

"Son, if you are going to have a problem with us, we may be forced to detain you--" Although the officer was just doing his job, even Scott wanted to rip his face off and break Liam free. But a surprising familiar face broke the immediate tension.

"Jensen, I got this," Parrish said with his usual charm, as he led 'Jensen' from the Pack.

"Parrish, do you want to enlighten us on this situation for us?" Stiles was the first to demand answers. Quite shocking to be honest, because all he usually does with Liam is bicker - this was his first sign of affection for the guy.

"To be honest, I don't know a lot. All I heard before coming down here was that Liam had killed two kids. I'm all for trusting what you have to say guys, but do you actually think Liam could have done this?"

"Oh God no. He would never want to hurt anyone. But there's definitely something linked with him about the murders because he dreamt the exact thing last night," Scott protested for his Beta.

"Are you certain it was a dream? Because they said they've got Liam's DNA all over the corpses," Parrish was sad to inform them, because, being a Hellhound, Parrish knew all too well of doing the unspeakable unwillingly.

"Are you serious! They've got DNA evidence against him! Well, we're screwed," Stiles bluntly put it.

"Can we ride to the station with you?" Scott begged. "See if there is anything possible we can do to prove his innocence?"

"You can all you like, but that's highly unlikely. They probably won't be able to prosecute him fully for at least a week though, so you've got time."

"Okay, c'mon guys," Brett eagerly said.

Brett and Parrish sprinted off towards the entrance of the preserve, before disappearing behind a few trees. Scott wasn't far behind until he sensed a reluctant Stiles, tapping away at his phone once again. "What are you doing, Stiles? C'mon, we gotta' go."

"I'm trying to call my dad - see if there's anything he can do: forge evidence, steal, I don't know what else really. I'll catch you up soon."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you go save your Beta, buddy," he said as if the situation wasn't that serious. But Scott knew how hard it was to drive Stiles' mind one way when it was so set on another, so he scurried off the same direction as the Hellhound and Wolf.

* * *

Only a short time passed when it seemed as if there had been no one else in the woods but Stiles. The only evidence left this time were the tracks of the cruisers imprinted into the ground - demolishing all life of the colourful leaves.

His numb fingers trembled through contact after contact, looking for his father's name. Clumsy as Stiles was, after five minutes he realised that he had scrolled past it dozens of times. He clicked and tapped away at the Sheriff's face and quick on the little lit phone. His heart hit hard against his chest in parallel to the dialling tune.

When suddenly, from behind, a small prick entered his neck, unlocking a sensation of pain he didn't know existed. His legs trembled as his hands once did, and he crumbled to the ground as easily sand would when blown by the wind.

Scared, it recollected memories of Jackson as the Kanima, and the endless times he was paralyzed by him. But this time, his mind was being paralyzed too - his mind was powering down. Is this really the way I'm going to die? he thought. After everything?

He was inches away from giving in. Then a pair of jet black things, looking like trees, walked in front of him. Soon realising, this was his attacker. His neck strained as he pushed and pushed his head to see the perpetrator, but it was too late.

The last thing Stiles heard was his father's answer phone message bellowing out. Then he was engulfed by the darkness.

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ER MAH GERD, DO YA WANT 2 KILL MEH OR WUT?
-emma