Damaged 》Teen Wolf

Echo House Part 2

Ok, I don't like this plan. This plan is very stupid, but if it helps us get the key to the basement, then who am I to complain. Stiles and I watches from around the corner when Oliver flipped Malia. If he only knew who he was messing with. Malia could easily kick his ass.

"You're lying, you're a liar!" He screamed at her face as the crowd circled around them.

Brunski and some other orderly ran up to them. "What the hell's going on?"

Oliver's playing his part well. "You're lying!"

"Get this nut-job off of me!" Malia growled. Stiles patted my shoulder and motioned me to follow him. With Brunski trying to rip Oliver and Malia apart, he didn't notice me snagging his keys from his pocket.

"No! She said that they drill holes in your head." Oliver thrashed around as the orderly yanked his ass up. "She said they're gonna put a hole in my head!"

I played the concerned friend and pulled Malia up. We looked at them to see Oliver with a satisfied smile. Brunski looked at us, that creepy grin in his eyes as I see him look at my rack.

Oliver began pleading the orderly to let him go. "Please, come on! Please, don't...Please don't put a hole in my head. I swear I -"

I drowned him out after that and looked towards Malia. "You ok?"

She had a satisfied grin on her face. "Yeah."

》》》》

Stiles and I made our way towards the basement.

"Why were you staring at Malia?" I asked. Stiles turned his head in confusion. "In the bathroom? Why were you staring at her?"

His eyes widen as he fumbled with the keys. "Wha - What? No. It - It wasn't anything like that. She was taking a shower in the boys restroom. I - I didn't know she was there until - until it was too late."

I love messing with him. I raised my eyebrow. "So you didn't stare at a girl, fully naked, in front of you?"

Stiles shook his head. "No. I had my back turned. I might have saw boob, but that was it. I didn't look at her. You're the only person I have eyes for and..." I couldn't hold it back in and started chuckling. "...and you were just messing with me."

"Maybe."

Stiles sighed in relief. "That was just evil."

I shrugged my shoulders as he started to try each key. "I could have done worst."

Stiles jiggled the key in the hole. "Come on." When it wouldn't open, he tried the next. Each key he tried didn't work. "I thought this guy had a key to everything."

I felt a hand grabbed my shoulder. The same hand reached over and grabbed Stiles.

"I do," Brunski said. Stiles just lifted his hand up to give the keys. I felt my eyes glowed, getting ready to punch Brunski out, but Stiles shook his head. "But nobody has the key to that room."

Then Brunski started dragging us away from the door. I gave Stiles a look.

"Can I punch him?" I whispered.

Stiles shook his head. "Not yet."

I felt this small breeze on the back of my neck. Brunski pulled the collar of my shirt down to reveal the triskele tattoo I had.

"A tattoo?" He leaned so close to my ear, his nasty breath fanning it. "I love a girl with tattoos."

Another creepy chill went down my spine. If this douchebag tries anything, I don't care if I'm in the asylum, I'm going to kick his scrawny ass.