The Past Saving.

Chapter 17

Stiles walked with Peter and the kids. Ever so lightly he sniffed the air as the kids took candy. He was making sure no metallic or drugs was in the small wrappers.

Quil had came, dressed up as Supergirl and was tricking others into thinking she was a kid just to get candy, though Stiles didn't understand that because he got candy anyways for his age.

Derek had joined them eventually, a few hours later.
With Emma, and Cora on his heels, Derek had brought Toffer one of the youngest werewolf boys, and he ended up taking John's hand out of Stiles and picking him up so he was now holding John and Toffer. Stiles snorted at Derek's superman outfit, polishing his own hand as if to scoff. Thoughts went through his mind as he thought of something to say.

"I bet in maybe nine years they will make a Batman vs Superman movie. And I'll win."

"No way." Derek jumped in annoyed.

Quil snickered.

"Superman is awesome." Derek interjected.

"Batman is way more powerful." Stiles said grinning.

"Take the suit away, and what is he?"

"A hella powerful man."

"Oh God shut up." Derek whined.

"I forget you are from the future sometimes.." He mumbled awkwardly realizing Stiles is probably right.

"It's whatever. I dress like I'm from the 2000's anyways."

Grabbing a Tootsie roll Stiles chewed on it watching the kids run around. He didn't wanna leave. He felt too attached to the kids. He braided Cora's hair into two braids for her costume. Obviously breaking the rules she told him, considering Talia always put her hair down for Halloween.

Talia wasn't with them yet which worried Stiles. She was going to be late.

But she was not going to be this late.

Wincing Stiles ears ached and he flinched at the sound of metal crunching. Peter tensed and Derek almost dropped Emma off his shoulders.

"Something is wrong with mom."

Quil looked up from her phone and stared at Stiles in fear.

Stiles P.O.V

My face paled and I felt the ground shift like something heavy dropped onto it.

Turning and twisting my insides I heaved for air.

I smelt the gasoline and I felt the wheel screeches to turn the other way.

I could almost see the red and blue lights in front of the mangled car.

But the worst thing is I felt the wolfsbane in her system.

And could see the small stump she was slumped over by.

"Stiles?" Derek hissed smacking Stiles face lightly.

"Your eyes." Peter said panicking.

"We need to leave now." I said already turning and running towards the woods, following the images behind my eyes.

"Stiles!" I heard Quil shout after me but I ignored her. I had to get there fast.

Praying to God I'm not too late, I followed the images to the stump.

That damned magical stump.

My heart hammered at the sight of blood but I ran into the smoking car, hearing the sirens faintly coming.

"Talia?" I questioned but was confused as it wasn't Talia.

It was Chris Argent, mangled and bloody with a passed out little girl in the back seat.

"Allison.." I said swallowing.

Derek and Peter ran into the clearing with a black bloody wolf following them. Quil was following behind closely with a medical kit in her small hand.

I pointed shakily to the car.

"That's Allison." I said panicking, my breath hitching.