Snapped (Stydia)

4

Waking up with a startle he looked around, his eyes tried to focus on his surrounding. He could hear the pounding on the front door. He had realized that it was dark out so he was highly suspicious as to who was pounding at his door.
Getting up he grabbed his drop point knife, he also grabbed one of his many guns; this time grabbing his Beretta 92FS 9mm semi auto pistol as he walked out of his room. Towards the front door. He had his gun loaded and ready, he quietly made his way to the door to look at the peephole, using a One-Two Combo: Employing a Gun and Knife Combination.
Through the peephole he saw Derek's face, but two other people stood behind him. Stiles couldn't see them clearly. the fact that Derek had two other people behind him, made Stiles feel on edge. Backing away he made his way to his room, grabbing his duffel back containing his things; like, clothes, weapons and ammunition and a basic first aid kit and his hard drive and a disposable phone (he also had some cash for emergencies

"Stiles open the door!" yelled Derek.
Stiles opened his room window which was to a fire escape. Getting out he hears that his front door was broken down
"Split up and find Stiles, now!" Derek ordered out.
Stiles rolled his eyes as he threw the duffel bag over his shoulder with the strap going across his chest and stepped out. He climbed down the fire escape. He didn't want anything to do with his past at this moment nothing but the bastard terrorist group who killed his dad (a constant reminder he told himself almost every day). His room door was kicked opened and the only thin Derek could see was the top of Stiles' head and his wild black hair, when Stiles jumped down he looked up to see Derek looking down showing his glowing red eyes as his fangs came out. That was Stiles' cue to leave

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Stiles ran towards some crowded areas into town and rushed into a clothing shop and into one of the change rooms and changed into something casual, taking off his black thermal short sleeves and black shorts changing into a simple black long sleeves and blue fitted jeans; as he walked out he went by some a type of candle shop that was opened across the road. He managed to avoid Derek but he also notice that Scott was there, and Lydia. He cursed under his breath as he walked in the candle shop to throw the werewolves off of his scent (which worked), once he saw the two leave he headed over in the opposite direction and kept his head down and took his duffle bag and held it in his hand like a bag. He walked to an alleyway but when he realized he was at a dead end he muttered a few curses that was until he heard someone blocking his exit from behind him; snatching his gun that was hiding behind his back

"Stiles" it was Derek's husky voice that called his name.
Stiles turned around quickly and shot at Derek's thigh again (much like the first time they met). Derek lunged at him and Stiles ducked and moved away, his expression dark and blanked; startled Derek could see that Stiles had the eyes of a killer. Derek is shot at the shoulder and although Derek doesn't really want to hurt Stiles he is getting mad and he doesn't want to "wolf out"; he growled as he tackles Stiles to the floor
"Stay down Stilinski" Derek growled.
Stiles glares and pulled out his drop point knife and stabbed at Derek's side, but Derek managed to only get a little cut as he moved off of Stiles. Stiles took the moment to grab his handgun and get up quickly and kicked Derek as he was checking if he was stabbed; the kick sent him back. Stiles had his gun pointed at Derek's head as he stood over his body
"Stay down Hale" he stated with a cold expression.
As he was about to pull the trigger and shoot Derek right between the eyes Stiles heard a loud scream causing his ear to ring; his head began to pound. He dropped his gun to the floor as he fell to his knees holding his head in pain causing him to let out a scream in pain, he gripped at his messy black hair as he could hear the screaming get louder. He crawled on the floor by Derek as he over his ears screaming out from the pain, he began to feel faint, his vision started to go dark.

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Scott had arrived and there he saw his best friend laying on the floor unconscious, he looked at Derek and saw the gun on the floor and so a puzzle look came onto Scott's features. Lydia had tears down her face as she sat on the floor as she stared at Stiles laying there on the floor unresponsive
"What happened? Lydia, tell me what happened!" Scott was in panic as he grabbed her shoulders
"He tried to kill me" Derek groaned out as took out one of the bullet at his shoulders
"Stiles? No he wouldn't, you're lying" Scott glared at Derek who growled at him
"He did ask Lydia, she was there when he stood over me ready to pull the trigger at my head!" Derek barked out as Lydia finally let out sobs
"Lydia..." Scott asked quietly as he looked at her.
She gave a quick nod her hair bounced around her before falling in front of her face as she covered her face that was tearstained. Scott stood up and walked over to his best friend, no to his brother and turned him over to see he was unconscious. He didn't really look like the stiles he once knew; stiles had a scruff looking facial hair and his hair was untamed and all over the place, his clothing was dark but Scott could tell that physically Stiles had changed he was no longer the lanky man he knew Stiles was no this toned and well built guy
"Derek get Lydia...I'll take Stiles, we'll take him to your loft" Scott ordered out
"No! Let me be with Stiles, please Scott" begged Lydia as she stood up but stumbled a little
"You're too weak right now...and don't worry well just wait for him to wake up to ask our questions alright" Scott assured her
"Tied up, I don't want to be shot at again" Derek growled as he stood up
"...Fine..." reluctantly Scott agreed.
This was the Stiles they once knew it was understandable to take precautions, who knew what Stiles was capable of. For now Stiles is a stranger and a possible threat