TOGETHER ☾ stiles stilinski

5.5, a novel approach

season 5, chapter 5 : a novel approach

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"The Dread Doctors. By T.R. McCammon."

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Stiles struggles, managing to get the hand off of his now wounded shoulder. I grab the wrench from the jeep, spinning around and hitting Donovan around the head with it, blood spraying everywhere. I gasp in shock but Stiles grabs my hand and we run through the hallways, making our way back into the library.

"Stay behind me." Stiles tells me.

We hear the door to the library unlock with the keycard, Stiles and I moving to hide behind a shelf. I hear a phone vibrate, Stiles and I checking our pockets until realisation hits us.

"You dropped your phone." Donovan says, breaking the silence. "It's Malia. Should I text her back?"

We hear a beep then the vibrating sound stop, Stiles and I not daring to move a muscle or breathe too loudly.

"You don't really know who I am, do you?" Donovan begins. "Maybe you heard about my father. Did Sheriff Stilinski ever tell you about the time he was still deputy and how his partner got caught in a shootout? Did he tell you a bullet shattered my dad's T-9 vertebra? Went right through his spinal cord, know what that means? It means everything below his waist is useless."

I glance up at Stiles, clinging onto his arm with fear as we listen to this angry boy. I can tell Stiles is growing more and more aggravated.

"I bet he told you some of it." Donovan continues. "I bet he probably left out the part where he was sitting in a car calling for backup while my dad was going in alone. Did he tell you that he was too scared, too much of a frightened little bitch to go in after him? Or do scared little bitches not tell their little bitch sons about their failures? About how they put their partner in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?"

Stiles grips my hand in his tightly, trying his hardest not to unleash his anger at Donovan. The sound of footsteps echo through the empty library, the boys shadow going up the stairs. Stiles keeps ahold of my hand, about to move forwards towards the door when my neck in gripped tightly and I'm ripped away from Stiles. I scream as I'm pulled through the shelves, books falling on top of me. I scramble to my feet, using all my strength to get the psycho off of me when Stiles elbows him. The two of us begin to climb a red scaffolding when Donovan grips Stiles' leg.

"Don't worry, Stiles." Donovan snarls. "I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to kill your bitch of a girlfriend in front of you then eat your legs."

Donovan's eyes glow paper white as we continue to climb. The two of us notice a pin at the top, glancing at one another before both reaching up and pulling it together. Metal comes tumbling down, Stiles and I ducking to avoid being hit. We both look down to see Donovan impaled by one of the metals, spluttering out blood. I let out a shaky breath at the sight, Stiles and I climbing down the scaffolding. We both wrap our hands around the metal impaling Donovan, ready to pull it out together. The boys breathing becomes wheezes until his head rolls back. The same silver substance comes out of his body, mixing in with the blood.