| Killer |

Chapter 7

Third Person POV

Stiles sat in a cell, his father watching him closely. Stiles looked at Noah, and smiles wickedly. When Noah looked uncomfortable, Stiles laughed, also something quite wicked. Noah turned to Scott, and asked him to watch Stiles as he went to talk to another deputy. Scott obviously said yes, and began to watch Stiles closely.

"I'm going to miss our friendship. Some of it was real. I hope you know that. I guess I just got sick of being worthless to you." Stiles said, and shrugged.

"You were never worthless to me, and you still aren't. You just need some help." Scott said, and scoffed.

"I don't need help. I am perfectly fine." Stiles said, and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat back.

"Stiles, you have tortured, and killed people. You tease them, play with them, get them attached to you, and then you mentally, and sometimes literally, rip their hearts out." Scott said, and Stiles smirked proudly. 

"Alright, so maybe I do have some issues, but I do not need your help. Once I am satisfied, that's when the killing stops. Give me exactly what I want, and the killing stops even sooner, and we can go back to how we were before." Stiles said, and smiled innocently.

"What do you want?" Scott asked Stiles, anger heavy in his voice, yet fear clearly was shown in his face.

"I want... one of the pack members dead." Stiles said, and Scott gasped. "Maybe... Derek... or Malia. Ooh! ooh! I know!" Stiles said, and his wicked smile returned. "I want... Lydia Martin... dead." Stiles said, and Scott looked at him in fear, and shock.

"Why Lydia?" Scott asked, and Stiles laughed.

"Because! She was always a bitch to me, and then one day she just woke up and was my best friend? I don't think so." Stiles said, and looked at his nails.

"Lydia changed. For us. For you. You don't like her? Fine. We won't let you kill her though." Scott growled, earning an amused reaction from Stiles.

"Too fucking bad! she doesn't deserve to be our friend. she doesn't deserve us. there is one alternative though." Stiles said, and laughed wickedly.

"And what would that be?" Scott asked, slightly nervous for Stiles's reaction.

"I want you to kill someone." Stiles replied bluntly.

"What?! Why!?" Scott yelled, trying to control his anger.

"Because! You're a true alpha, you've never killed. I have. Now it's your turn." Stiles said, smirking at Scott.

"No. I won't take someone's life." Scott said, glaring angrily at Stiles.

"If that was your attempt to make me feel bad about killing people... it didn't work." Stiles said, and scoffed. "If you won't kill someone then I guess you'll just have to let me kill Lydia." Stiles said, turning to face the other side of the cell.

"No..." Scott paused, and thought for a moment. "Fine." Stiles perked up, and looked over at Scott.

"Hmm?" Stiles questioned, a smirk growing wide on his face.

"I'll kill someone. Sacrifice the few to save the many, right?" Scott questioned, smiling sadly.

"Right you are my friend. So uh... why don't you let me out of here and we can get this show on the road." Stiles said, clapping his  hands together.

"Mm... can't do that." Scott said.

"Well. It was worth a shot." Stiles said, and quickly pulled a remote out of his pocket. he walked up to the bars of the cell, and then he pressed a button on the remote, and an explosion happened at the back of the cell. The explosion blew a hole in the wall, allowing Stiles to escape.

Scott stood in shock. He didn't know what to do.

"Scott!? what was that?" Noah asked, walking over to scott. He saw the damage, and gasped.

"Holy-" he then began to speak into a walkie talkie. "We need to find my son. He's escaped. We have no evidence that he is armed, but he could be. Be very careful." Noah said into the walkie talkie, and then waved a hand in front of Scott's face. "You okay kid?" Noah asked.

"N_yeah." Scott lied.

"I don't need to be able to hear your heart beat to know that was a lie. We'll find him Scott-" Noah didn't get to finish because Scott cut him off.

"No. I know where he is going, and I need to go to him alone. If I don't, he'll kill more people." Scott said, and walked out of the sheriff's station, leaving behind a very confused Noah.

"Sometimes I really worry about him." Noah mumbled to himself, staring at the now closed doors of the sheriff station.

And with that, Scott was off to stop his once best friend from making a grave mistake.

This wasn't the stiles that Scott had known, the Stiles that Scott knew wanted to help people. Wanted to save them. So what was making him act so crazy? Could he ever be himself again? He was going to get his best friend back, he had to. He had to. Stiles was like a brother to him and he'd be damned if he let his brother go absolutely insane. If only Scott would have known...

... this was just the beginning.

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After a LONG time I think I'm going to finally start writing again. Please, hold your booing until after the story. Then you can hate it and my writing PFFT.