THE ROGUE HUNTER

Scott?

I do not own teen wolf

Stiles POV

"Do I know you?" I say with the best confused glance I could give him. It looked like his heart stopped when he heard this the glisten of tears streaked his eyes showing his pain. My first instinct was to hug him. Wait why would I hug the enemy. "Because he's your best friend" a voice filled with agony and determination screamed.it hurt like it was right down my ear I held my ear searching around trying to find out who said it. There was no one. But what scared me the most was, it sounded just like me.
"stiles it me Scott remember we've been best friends since we were 4 you're my brother where have you been? what happened? we all thought you were dead". He frantically stated looking at me concerned. Ha why would a mutt feel concern for me.
" I'm sorry I don't know who you are maybe you've mistaken me for someone else" something inside of me yelled in pain screaming for freedom of speech. I shoved it deeper inside of me as I looked at Scott I saw the pain of the stars. It hurt me, for some reason, seeing this puppy eyed mutt break so easily, look in so much pain over nothing. It's not like he knows me I've never been beacon hills, well that's what Gerard said. Maybe it is all a lie maybe I do know this mutt, because this pain I feel right now, it feels like I'm losing a part of me, that I need to comfort Scott. Huh, that's the first time I didn't refer to him as much mayb- NO! my families dead because of his kind, I hate mutts and I hate him.

I watched as his shoulders fell while he looked for words to say, to make up for what just happened. But that's when his eyes wondered to the back of ally. For a moment he showed so many emotions anger, pain, distress, confusion and happiness. " Allison....... You're alive." He managed to choke out as tears rolled down his face. He went to reach for her shoulder just to feel if she was real. But he stopped when I moved Allison forward a bit. He looked so pained. " look pal neither of us know who you are we just moved here for a little while, don't bother making friends because we will be gone again soon" I glared at him stating this, no one touches my Ally, especially a mutt like him. Then I heard it, that voice, that angelic voice, Allison... "you were my first love, I love you Scott McCall". I stumbled alittle, was that, was that a memory? No it can't be or could it. I looked at Scott seeing pain he wanted to talk, he wanted to hug me, and for some reason so did I. I stared at his face, a flash of recognition ran through my brain. Something screamed deep inside for me to grab Scott, to touch his hand, so I did. And that's when I started screaming out loud memories flashed in my head, so many voices at once it wouldn't end, face at face, word after word, none of it made sense.
Sourwolf
Dad
Scotty
Nobel prize
Prom
Peter
Alpha
Lydia
Swimming pool
I'll rip your throat out, with my teeth
Sheriff
Roscoe
Dead body in the woods
Miguel
Allison
Inhaler
Panic attack, kissing Lydia
And it just carried on, it felt like hours for me but it was seconds for them. Ally was hugging me, while Scott tried to comfort me talk me through it just like when I had panic attacks. It just ended so suddenly, it stopped hurting , I just sat there in silence before looking up at Scott, while Allison ran to get the nurse, it was all so confusing. what was real? what was fake? All my memories were muddled up, if they are memories. " why does my mind fight? Why is something saying no to this? Why does it hurt to be around you? I whimpered looking up at Scott. He sighed " we all thought you died we searched for months you, we we're still looking. We wanted your dad to at least be able to bury his son, my best friend. It's hurts stiles because you're my brother and whatever happened to you, for whatever reason you can't remember. It's undoing because you are still stiles and know who I am, something deep down knows it. And I'll do whatever I can to make you remember, and Allison, we saw her die and for some reason, somehow she's not dead.well make sure she remembers to I promise you stiles because you are my pack.

Who am I?