Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Deadpool

I run as fast as my legs can go. I can hear my heart beat pounding in my ears. My legs and lungs burn.

"You can run, but you can't hide!" I hear the guy behind me. He's been chasing me for what seems like twenty minutes.

I then feel a hand grasp my arm and I get pulled behind a bus. My scream gets muffled by a hand over my mouth.

"Shh. I'm here to help." I hear someone, I'm assuming a guy, say. It doesn't sound like the other guy.

I take his hand off of my mouth and take a look at the guy that's 'trying to help'. He has brown hair and hazel eyes. He's also wearing a flannel and old school Adidas.

"Who are you?" I whisper.

"Obviously someone who's trying to help." He sarcastically says, looking behind me.

"How do I know you're not one of them?" I raise my eyebrow.

He groans and looks at me. "My name is Stiles." I stare at him blankly. "I'm in a couple of your classes?..." I continue to stare. "Oh my gosh! What is it with girls never noticing me?" He throws his arms up in the air.

"You know, he was in my classes too-"

All of a sudden, I begin to hear a ruckus coming from around the bus. I take a peak and see someone fighting the kid.

I flick my claws out and feel my fangs begin to grow. Before I can even step a foot out to help, Stiles, grabs my arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks.

"Helping...?"

"No."

"What do you mean no? This guy has been chasing me for twenty minutes! He needs to be stopped, Stiles." I say.

"Okay." He groans again. "It's not safe."

"What do you mean-"

"Don't say anything else. Let me explain." He interrupts me. "You're on a list called a Deadpool. Every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills is on there and is worth a certain amount. This guy wants to kill you for money."

I think. "Okay. How much am I worth?"

"Really?" I shrug and he sighs. "20."

"Dollars??"

"Million." I step back stunned.

"How? I'm just a normal werewolf."

"No, you're not. And you know that." I look down at my shoes. I then hear the ruckus end and I peek back.

"That's Scott." I turn to look at Stiles. "He's the good guy. We know you are too. We helped you so we can invite you into our pack."

"Pack? But you're human? And how do you know I'm good?" I ask and cross my arms.

"Being in our pack doesn't mean you have to just be a werewolf. We have a banshee, were coyote, and we used to have a hunter. I also was possessed by something evil but that's besides the point. We know you're good because of Isaac." I flash back to the times I helped Isaac through his rough times with his dad and when he had trouble with turning. Derek wanted me in his pack but I said no because of what he's done. I've tried to keep out of supernatural drama for about a year, since Isaac moved.

"Y/n." I spin and come face-to-face with Scott. "We need people like you to help. Your brother is with us." Liam. "And he told us how you help him with his anger and even switched schools to help. You don't have an urge to kill but all these people do. We need to stop this. You can help save all of us. Yourself and Liam."

I sigh and look between the boys. I then look around Scott and see an unconscious psychopath. "Okay."

"You're in?" Stiles grins.

"I'm in." Scott flashes a lopsided smile gives me a high-five.