Perfect Heterochromia ≫ S. Stilinski [ON HOLD]

XI

CHAPTER ELEVEN
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Warnings: gunshots, blood and wound descriptions, mentions of murder.

Beacon Hills high school

After speaking with Peter for a while, Derek and I left with him to go to the school. I wasn't sure where Stiles had went but my guess was home. I once again stood in the disgusting boys locker room but this time in the shadows of the showers block. Peter cut the lights for 'dramatic effect' so that it would get Scott's attention.

"Danny?" I heard shuffling and his attempting to turned the lights on before I rolled the lacrosse ball out from where I was standing. Soft padding of feet lead Scott round the corner to where Derek and I stood, "not Danny." I said while Derek stayed silent, both of us showing no emotion. Scott had gasped when he saw us, obviously not expectings us to be here but then sighed in relief.

"Thank god, where the hell have you been?! Do either of you have any idea what's going on?" Scott marched up to us both but we just stood and looked over his shoulder. This caught Scott's attention and he turned to look at whatever we were looking at; which was peter who walked into sight holding a lacrosse stick.

"I really don't get lacrosse." Peter spoke up, Scott seemed to have all the pieces click in him mind and muttered his realisation, "it was you."

"When I was in high school we played basketball. There's a real sport." I rolled my eyes, boy with their sports. Scott looked back at Derek and I in disbelief,
"Still I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and it was played to resolve conflict." Does he ever stop talking? I think he loves his voice way too much. He stopped looking at the lacrosse stick and leant it against his shoulder, "do I have that right?" He was now talking to himself though I'm sure none of us were really listening to him anyways.

"I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott." Peter places the stick down and looked at Scott with a slight smile, "but I need your help to do it."

"I'm not helping you kill people." By the sound of Scott's heartbeat rising I guessed that he was angry. Peter genuinely looked insulted, "well I don't want to kill all of them, only the responsible ones, and that doesn't have to include..?" Peter got confused and tried to remember the young argents name so he looked to Derek and I for assistance.

"Allison." Derek spoke which got Scott's attention to turn back to us. "Your on his side?" Derek looked at peter while I kept my gaze on the floor.

"Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?" I took a breath in, I didn't forget that part and I didn't forgive him, but hunters killed more people in that fire, that was the priority right now. That's what I made myself believe.