I Didn't Mean It

Revenge

Aiden P.O.V. 

Once I had left Lydia's house, I chased the scent that I picked up. But it couldn't be him, it just couldn't be. I thought he was dead. Everyone thought he was dead. So how did I pick up his scent? 

I ran to the woods, the scent was stronger now. I peaked behind the trees, seeing if there was anyone behind it.

Maybe my werewolf senses were playing with, right?

I heard movement behind me, but once I had turned around nobody was there. It was still dark, and we were in the woods for God's sake. Who would be out in the woods, late at night, alone, and in Beacon Hills?

I shrugged off the smell, and walked more into the woods. My apartment was just on the other side. But I couldn't help but feel followed, like something or someone was following me.

I stopped walking, and looked around. I was getting fed up with this feeling.

"HEY, SHOW YOURSELF!"

But the person that I had least expected to be there, was there.

Stiles P.O.V.

Once I was in the woods, I had let my tears fall. My fear, had become a reality. Lydia didn't love me, and now somebody has made a new enemy. I will get Aiden back, no matter what.

"Stiles, somebody's coming! Hide!" 

I did what the voice told me. I usually don't listen to it, but who cares at the moment. I hid behind the tree, and slowed down my breathing. 

I heard loud and hard footsteps, it sounded like this person was trying to find someone or me. I took a peak and saw my new enemy, the person I just wanted to see, Aiden. 

He looked almost spooked as if smelling my scent was impossible. He walked off, a bit until he realized he was being followed. 

My fists kept on clenching and un-clenching, I could feel my nails digging into my skin when I kept on clenching. I swear I thought there was blood dripping from my hands.

I wanted to hurt him so bad, but unfortunately I have no powers, I'm still human.

"Stiles you just handle the talking, I can handle the hurting."

I smirked to the image of hurting Aiden, he was going to get the worst of my fury.

"HEY, SHOW YOURSELF!"

Perfect timing I thought to myself. I came out of my hiding spot, and tried my best to look scary. Aiden himself was having a hard time believing that I was even there.

"Oh Hey Aiden, nice to see you again."

I felt my anger rising and building up inside me, it was like an erupting volcano. 

"So, how was making out with the love of MY FUCKING LIFE?"

"Stiles, I didn't mean it, I swear it was just a heat of the moment thing."

Something in the pit of my stomach just told me he was lying, why would he be sweating and panting like crazy. It's not like I haven't done anything to him...........yet.

"Stiles, I can hear his heart beat. He was lying. It wasn't a heat of a moment thing."

Now that was when I just snapped completely.

"How can I hurt him?" I said impatiently.

"Just hold out your right hand like your stopping somebody, than I will take care of the rest. Just tell me when to back off of him, I tend to get a little.......what's the word.....out of control."

I held out my right like I was told to. Then a black fog, almost like a shadow forming was forming out of my hand. It went flying towards Aiden, and punched him in the stomach, making Aiden go back because of the force. He clutched his stomach in pain. 

I grin at the sight in front of me, Aiden looked pathetic and weak at the moment. Right now I knew what it felt like to be in that postion, but I'm not weak anymore. No, that was the old Stiles. Why not just have more fun with him? He did take the love of my life. 

The shadow grabbed Aiden (the shadow was taking form as a giant hand) and crushed him. I saw blood dripping out of his mouth, but I wasn't worried that he was going to die. Werewolves do heal. 

 "Voice, do your worse, but don't kill him." 

"What ever you say." 

The shadow grabbed Aiden again, but this time there was no physical pain, there was mental pain. I saw Aiden clutch his head, and tried to get out of the shadows grip. But the grip only got tighter and tighter. The pain got worse by the second. 

I saw blood dripping from both of his eyes, but that's when I knew to stop the torture. 

"You can stop now, I think he had enough." 

I dropped my hand, and the shadow went back into me. Aiden dropped down to the ground in pain, but I knew he would heal soon. 

This was a message, not only to him, but to the rest of the McCall pack. Stiles is back. 

I walked away with an evil smirk on my face.