𝕊𝕄𝕆𝕂𝔼 & 𝕄𝕀ℝℝ𝕆ℝ𝕊 ～ 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧

12 - Kill Or Be Killed

"Do you trust her?" Scott asks, over the phone.

"Y-Yes I do."

"Then that's good enough for me. I'll get Lydia, we'll be there in twenty."

Memories rush back to his mind after growing conscious, he had driven here after receiving a distress call from Joscelyn about being held captive at an abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of Beacon Hills. He was lured in by the bad guys and now he's cuffed up to a metal pole.

Stiles looks up to the guy that walks in front of him and bends down. He notices three other people in the setting, two men and a woman, standing at the back minding their own business but having their full attention on him.

"Joscelyn would you be so kind and tell this fine fellow why he's here," Landen walks over to her and places his hands together behind his back.

She hesitates at first but he turns sharply towards her and glares. She knows exactly what that look means.

Rubbing her hands together and taking a deep breath to stop the nerves from rising, she says, "Stiles we're here-"

"Why did you do this to us? Josie I thought you were my friend, not some double-agent," He says with despair and she frowns. Landen glances to him when he hears him say 'Josie', being something that he says too.

"Stiles I-I had to, I had no other choice," She smiles through the tears glistening in her eyes, "You're... You're the linchpin."

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, "The what?"

"The linchpin! You're indispensable, the person that holds the group together. Without you... they're nothing!" Joscelyn says, making Stiles raise his eyebrows in surprise and shake his head.

"N-No no no, I'm not what you're saying. I don't have any powers-"

Joscelyn steps closer to him and kneels down till her face is at his level. "That's the beauty of it! You're completely normal, you're as mundane as anyone else, in a group that is far from it but... Stiles Stilinski is the key that is vital to the group," She says, "That's why I had to get to you, you're... Your opinion is so important to them. Isn't that why Scott trusts you about trusting me?"

Stiles face turns towards feeling confusion and out of place. "How did you know..." He mutters then his gaze shifts to look at Landen, who is watching from a distance. Stiles clenches his jaw, "You're spying on me-"

"Stiles we just want Scott and Lydia. Lonnie wants them to join the real team, our team-"

THUD! CLANG!

 A shiver runs down everyone's spine as a deafening roar resonates within their chests and erupts the silence of the room. Stiles shifts around to gain a glimpse of the entrance door and he sighed with relief.

"HA! Look who's out numbered?!" Stiles laughs loudly then relaxes, while watching Scott and Lydia standing firmly. Much to Stiles' horror, the three people at the back walk towards them an reveal their abilities, that Stiles' assumed weren't present.

Liam, with the power to envenom any he chooses, opens his jaw wide where two fangs grow out of gaps in his gums. Jamilla expands her hands as her eyes turn completely white. Transparent tanks filled with water round the room, that Stiles did not notice until they started to bubble, brings up the anxiety within him. And like the cherry on top of the cake, Galen with healing powers retrieves a machete from his jacket pocket, being an expert in fighting with weaponry.