Shattered// Stiles Stilinski [ 1 ] Complete

Chapter Eight

"I'll find Scott," Allison told us, "You guys grab Isaac and Boyd."

"I can come with you," I told her.

"Uh-No. I don't think so," Stiles told me and I gave him a glare.

"Stiles is right, I'll be able to talk to Scott better if it's just me."

"Okay, fine."

I don't see why I can't help Allison. We will have a better chance of making sure Scott doesn't die if there's two of us. Even now that I know - hopefully- everything, I still feel like they don't trust me and that they're still hiding stuff from me.

Lydia and I go to walk up the stairs when Stiles is looking at Lydia. I ignore it, I know he had -or still does- have a little crush on Lydia. Scott got me caught up on a lot of the normal stuff that has happened.

"What?" Lydia ask Stiles as we stop, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, no, I wa-"

"Stiles."

"Alright Lydia, I didn't want to say anything, but this, everything were going through we've kind of been through something like this before. A lot like this."

"What do you mean? When?" Lydia asks

"Your birthday party, the night you poisoned everyone with wolfsbane."

"What you think all the werewolfs have been poisoned?" I ask Stiles.

"Yes."

"Okay, but how? None of them have had the same food or drinks. And unless I've missed something really big, no one has stuck a needle into them and injected wolfsbane into them," I said.

"Yeah, well, I'm still working on that part," Stiles says. I can tell he's a little stressed out, but I have no idea how to help. I only just found out about all of this today.

"Hey, it'll be okay. We'll figure this out," I told him trying to make him feel even the slightest bit better. Then Lydia thought it through and she got mad. She probably thought Stiles meant that she did something.

"Look, I didn't mean that you're trying to kill people, okay? I just meant that maybe you're somehow involved in getting people to kill themselves, you know?"

Wow, Stiles, you are so not helping.

"Stiles. Not helping," I say

"Stiles, do you hear that?" Lydia asks

"What?"

Then I hear it too. There's a baby, crying.

"I hear it too."

Stop. Please, just stop.

More crying.

What do you want?

"Lydia, what do you hear?"

"A baby crying."

"I can hear it too," I say. Stiles is looking at me like we're crazy.

Lydia is now leaning down into the drain pipes.

"I hear water running," She says.

"It stopped. The water," I said.

"Someone's drowning," Lydia says, her eyes are starting to tear up.

***

Next we check Boyd's rooming. We run in and see him in the bathtub with a safe on his chest.

"He blocks the drain," Stiles says

"What do we do?" I ask

"Here, help me."

Lydia and I go to try and help Stiles move the safe but it's not working. It's too heavy. Stiles goes to stand back and he runs into the heater.

"You okay?"

"Wait a second, the hearted. Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater. Heat does it. We need something."

"Wait, the bus. They'll have emergency road flares. They have their own oxidizer. They can burn underwater," I tell him.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! Go!" Lydia yells and Stiles runs out of the room to the bus.

We keep trying to move the safe, but it still didn't work.

"I got them, what do I do? How do I do this?"

"The cap it's like a match," Lydia says.

After a few try's he finally gets the flare lit. He puts it underwater and burns Boyd. He throws the safe off of him. Except now he's in his werewolf form. Stiles pushes me behind him, and Lydia as well. Boyd is good now and we go and burn Isaac. Wow that sounds awful.

***

"I can't find Scott anywhere," Allison says. We met up with her after Isaac and Boyd.

We walk down the stairs and see Scott holding the burning flare.

"Scott."

We walk near him and I see there's an empty gasoline can. So that's what he was covered in, gasoline. I am so terrified right now, I don't know why, but seeing my friend, the first person I ever knew here, holding a flame and covered in gasoline, just makes me so nervous. I reach down and grabs Stiles's hand. He holds mine back.

"There's no hope," Scott says

"What do you mean Scott? There's always hope?" Allison says.

"Not for me. Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back, It just gets worse and people get getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

"Scott listen to me, okay?" Stiles says stepping forward and letting go of my hand, "This isn't you. This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay?"

"What is it isn't? What if it's just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?"

I feel a tear go down my face. Seeing Scott like this, it breaks my heart.

"It all started that night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all."

"Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, Scott you're my best friend. And I need you. Scott you're my brother. Alright so if you're gonna do this, then," Stiles says and steps into the gasoline.

"Stiles," I almost whisper. I don't want him in there. We don't know what Scott is going to do. I can't lose Stiles too.

"I think you're just gonna have to take me with you," Stiles finishes and takes the flare out of his hand and throws it. Then before I could even see it, the wind blows the flare into the gasoline.

"No!" Lydia and I scream. She pushes them out of the way.

***

"I don't want to know," Coach says. We all fell asleep on the bus last night, "I really don't want to know. But in case you missed the announcement, the meets canceled."

I rub my eyes, and Ethan goes and sits next to Scott. I'm sitting in the seat across from him. I can't hear what they're saying just bits of it. And then Lydia comes and sits in my seat with coaches whistle.

She covers the end of it and blows and shows them her hand.

"Wolfsbane."

"So every time Coach blew the whistle on the bus-"

"We all inhaled it," Scott finished.

Stiles takes his whistle and throws it out the window and I can't help but laugh a little at it.