Red Riding Hoodie

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January 15th 2014

Stiles looked around his room, finding nothing but unsolved cases sprayed across his bedroom walls, along with red string; everywhere.

"Stiles?" "In here," Mr. Stilinski walked into his sons room and looks at the walls, being covered in all of his unsolved crimes.

"Maybe you should get some sleep. You look exhausted." Stiles lets out a sigh as his father exits his room, he tosses the blue scissors on his bed and walks over to the moral of unsolved murders.

He places his hands on his hips, glaring at the layered paper, piece by piece. "I'll figure it all out," He huffs removing his red hoodie.

Stiles throws it across his room into a empty clothes basket and cuts off the lamp by his bed. He crawls into the bed shirtless and turns over, staring at the wall beside his bed.

He closes his eyes and shifts, trying to get comfortable but feels a jabbing in his right side. His hand trails down his bare side before touching something metal and he groans, grabbing the scissors from under the sheets.

Stiles throws the scissors onto his nightstand and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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"And where have you been?" Peter asks as Derek walks into his loft. Derek stares at Peter with a blank expression, why does he care? Derek asked himself.

"Well?" Peter asks, setting the worn book on the coffee table in front of him. "I was out, now shut up." Derek snaps, walking over to the wall of glass, and tugging his shirt off and throwing it on the desk behind himself, planning to get some sleep.

"Out. Where exactly is out Derek?" Peter pushes Derek's temper, seeing he had annoyed the younger man. Derek's loud growl echoes in his small loft and Peter takes that as a sign to shut up.. but doesn't.

"Wow, okay Mr. Attitude, what's pissed you off?" Peter pushes himself off the small couch and walks over to the desk, and leans onto it smiling like a mad man. He enjoyed that he was making Derek boil with anger.

"You. Now shut up!" He growls, his eyes turning a bright blue, and fangs coming out to play. Peter notices Derek's teeth and eyes, "You want to get angry? Lets get angry," his voice booms in the small loft, echoing off the walls.

His eyes turn blue and his fangs also start to show. Derek's claws are visible thanks to his dark silhouette against the bright moonlight shining inward from the window.

Derek jumps upon his wooden desk and is now twice Peter's height. Peter makes sure that Derek sees his claws, "You know, I killed Kate with these claws. The Kate that killed your whole family," Peter chuckles. "Well except for me."

"Shut up," Derek growls above Peter, he hated that his uncle would bring up his family in the worst times possible; and especially when he was out of control.

"No, you conceal all your anger Derek! It's not healthy to keep all of it in!" Peter shouts, trying to make Derek show just a sliver of the anger he's keeping in. It wasn't healthy to keep that much anger in and not show any of it.

"I'm fine! Just shut up," Derek howls, covering his ears with the palms of his hands. Peter's claws, and teeth disappear as his blue eyes fade to their normal color.

"J-Just shut up!" Derek's legs give out and he's kneeling on his desk in front of Peter. His hands drop from his ears to his lap as he's taking short heavy breaths, with his head hung low.

Peter decided he couldn't help Derek release his bottled up anger, not now anyway. He won't give up, he'll just try again in a few days, just like he did every week. He walks to the door of Derek's loft and opens the door with a loud thud, he opens his mouth to say something; hesitating. Derek feels Peter's change in attitude and looks across the room to his uncle.

"What?" Derek asks, his eyes fading back to their dark shade of green. Peter shakes his head, "Nothing, I was just going to suggest you go looking for your mate because the Alpha pack will easily find her and kill her. You know how much they hate you,"

Derek nods, he would be able to scratch one thing off his never ending list of things to do. "I'll look tomorrow morning," he sighs, standing on the desk and jumping to the concrete floors. "I'm going to bed." He waves to Peter in the doorway, trudging over to his bed and plopping down on it, almost falling asleep instantly.

"Goodnight Derek." Peter chuckles, enjoying their little anger sessions they would have weekly. He shuts the loft door and walked his way to his apartment.