A Soldier On My Own [Book 1]

Y'all Gonna Hate Me

Notes:

Hi, so the title is what I expect your reaction to this chapter is gonna be like. because I felt the evil Theo spirt posses me and take this shit over.

fyi everything is () is Theo's mind/thoughts and they aren't actually happening because if they did he'd look like an evil son of a bitch.

Also, you are some lucky boys and girls cause his chapter is fucking long as shit. Like holy fuck editing, this is gonna be a fucking pain. Half cause it's so long, half because I used voice typing on my phone and oh god the spelling errors.

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I felt a warm bright light flittering across my face. It was nice if only my bed was more comfortable. Why does it feel like I'm sleeping on concrete? I slowly push myself up and I feel my leg hit something hard next to me, curious as to what's there, but not enough to open my eyes, I slap around with my hand to feel what's in my bed. I feel scruff and I hear a groan. My nose picks up a familiar smell, so I open my eye and I see Peter in my bed.

No, wait not my bed. Wait where the fuck am I? Why am I sleeping on the floor? Ohhhh fucking shit, my dad's gonna kill me. I say completely forgetting the troubles of the night before.

That is until I see the chair with broken chains around it. And I start to remember. Oh, fucking hell! This is horrible. I now shuffle over closer to Peter, and use some strength and slap him in the face hard enough to wake him up. This time he full on groans and tries to hit me back, managing to clip the side of my head but then he opens his eyes and glares at me. Probably for waking him up and he must be in the same state as I was not remembering anything that happened the night before.

"Peter! We have a major fucking problem!" I yell at him. He gets up slowly groaning again, probably from sleeping on the floor and getting tossed around by Theo yesterday.

"What shit are you bringing me into now?" He asks grumpily.

"Theo ran away LAST NIGHT! He's been gone all this time. After we beat him up yesterday remember. He knocked you out and I think I fell unconscious after trying to see if you were okay."

I tell him still having a foggy memory from just waking up. It seems to dawn on Peter amount of shit that's about to come their way.

"Oh great." Peter sighs getting up and casually goes to make coffee. Like there isn't a fucking problem happening right now. I follow Peter up as he hands me a fucking cup acting all normal about it.

"Dude!" I say slamming the cup on the table.

"This is no time for coffee. What's going to happen if Theo tells Scott. Or I don't know murder us, with the Dread Doctors. This is a major deal and you're making fucking coffee!" I say pointing to the coffee maker behind him, which is happily making coffee.

He just sighs and tells me,

"Just blame it on me I'm leaving town in a week, honestly Stiles it's too early for this right now." I sigh accepting the coffee.

"I'm not gonna blame it on you, Peter. I just have to find a way, to prove that Theo is working with the doctors. Hey, can I borrow your laptop and like chill here for a bit to research. Because going home right now is a no go, I'm hiding out here until I can find some concrete evidence and then go to Scott and my dad about it."

I tell Peter deciding what I'm going to do. Peter signals to me a go ahead, with a hand motion. So I scamper over to where he keeps his laptop with my coffee and sit down on the couch for a research sesh.

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Meanwhile Theo's POV, that night: (Omg I get to be evil yay!)

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