I prowled the city in the night. It was pouring and I was wearing nothing but a black tshirt. Killer...killer...killer. You are no hero Stiles....you are a demon. I shook my head trying to shake the voice from my mind. I wanted to jump off a building or something dangerous to drown out the loud demonic voice in my head. I walked down an alley to Roscoe. Weird...I don't remember Roscoe being parked here. I shrugged and went to open the driver's side door. I was pulled back by a strange man. "Give me your car!" "Mmmm. No." "I said...give me your car or you die." "I would rather die." "Fine by me." The man said as he aimed a gun at my head. I grabbed the man's arm and twisted it until it snapped and bone was protruding out. The man let out a horrific scream. The man dropped to the ground. I began pummeling his face to a pulp. My fists collided with his face one after the other. The sound of bone cracking was heard repeatedly. My knuckles were completely covered in the man's blood along with my face in which the man's blood splattered onto. The man was dead. My eyes widened. I gasped as I stood up and backed away from the man. "What the fuck did I just do?! Oh my god! I just- I just! Aw fuck!" I said freaking out. I got into Roscoe with the dead man in the trunk I drove off into the woods outside of the city. I just killed a man. I began hyperventilating. Good.....very good Stiles.....become the killer you were meant to be...not this pathetic hero you wish to be. "Shut up!" What will your dad think of you? What will Scott think of you? Or Malia? Or Derek...well maybe not Derek he's killed people before but still. What about Natasha or Tony or Steve? *gasp* what will poor aunt May think of you when someone tells her that you are a killer? She'll be so devastated. "I SAID SHUT UP!!!"
I was in the middle of the woods and buried the dead man. I hid the mound of dirt by covering it up with leaves and branches. I didn't even know where I buried the body afterwards. I walked back to the jeep and sat in the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. My hands were covered in dried blood. I was trying to think about what to do but the memory of me killing the man was the only thing I thought about. I put my forehead on the steering wheel and shut my eyes tightly. I started slamming the steering wheel with my hand. I really am a killer.
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Bitten
FanfictionStiles Stilinski and his friends have just dealt with the Kanima and Deucalion's Alpha pack. He recently fought with himself as the mischievous Nogitsune. Now it's been 5 and half months since the deaths of Aiden and Allison. Deaths in which he caus...
