The events that happened with Jackson and Gerard had gone, and everything worked out as planned. Scott and his friends could now live a normal mortal life, without the supernatural world getting in their way.
But all things must come to an end...
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We had all driven to Derek's loft, and the plan was that the Sheriff was going to speak to Stiles first, to see if he would listen to his Dad and help us out, without him getting hurt.
The Sheriff went into Derek's loft, as we all stood outside and out of sight. "You want to handcuff me?" Stiles's voice had came into play, as I hadn't hurt it for awhile.
"If my son is still here," The Sheriff began as he goes down the steps. "If there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me, because he knows. I'm here to protect him, from himself and from others," Sheriff had spoken the truth and if Stiles was still there, he would do the right thing and not resist.
There was a moment silence before I could hear the metal clanging together as the Sheriff cuffs Stiles and I hear them lock into place. I hear the Sheriff take a few steps back, probably staring at Stiles.
"You're not my son," he had spoken, and I hear the cuffs snap off of him easily and clank to the floor as Allison and her father began to walk in. Followed by Derek and I on their tails. As I enter I see Stiles, his complexion dark, light purple bags under his eyes.
We all descended down the steps as Stiles chuckles to himself, pleased with the audience he had gathered. I stood to the left of Allison as we came to a stop, as Stiles gaze came to us. Allison raises her teaser-gun, and shot at Stiles, but he had caught the cords and the electricity didn't do anything to him. He uses this newly profound strength and throws the gun out of Allison's hand, and it glides across the stone floor. Though we had a plan, and I was the last resort, if we couldn't get through to him, then magic was our next bet.
Derek growls, and goes to hit Stiles, but he caught his arm and pulls it back as Derek groans in pain. Stiles clutches onto Derek's shirt and goes forward with him, smashing his head onto the metal table near and turns back around and throws him into a pillar. His back had hit it and he fell to the floor.
Suddenly, I hear a cock of a gun and I turn to see Chris holding his gun and aimed it at Stiles. Tension filled the air as one wrong move, Chris would shoot Stiles. "Argent, listen to me. Don't do this," Sheriff pleaded with Chris, as he didn't want a dead son.
"Why not? I've done it before. Werewolves, Berserkers. I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list," Chris had spat through clenched teeth. The Sheriff draws his gun and aims it at Chris, while cocking it.
"You're not going to shoot my son," the Sheriff states his tone strong.
"You said it yourself, Sheriff. That's not your son," Chris had nodded to Stiles. But this was getting out of hand, fast. If no one will daring to intervene then I would...
"Both of you stop," I said to the boy men aiming their guns. I turn to face Stiles in the eyes, but they held darkness. I know too well how easy darkness can be. "Stiles, please I know your in there. There must be a part of you that knows this is wrong," I pleaded with him, but he didn't seemed bothered.
