Shattered StilesXReader

Chapter 14 /Glen Capri pt. 3/

Stiles and I quickly made our way over to my room that I am sharing with Lydia and Allison.
Lydia and Allison were not in our room though, they were standing out in the hall holding there ears up to the dooe of the room next to ours.
"What are you doing?" I asked as me and Stiles got closer" I walked forward to the girls leaving Stiles behind me.
"It" lydia started "It sounds like someone turned on the handsaw"

"Handsaw!?" Stiles yelled somehow popping up behind me scaring the shit out of me.
"Here move" he said and we got out of the way of the door. Stiles backed up a bit then stuck his leg out and kicked the door, nothing happened. Then he tried again with more force this time letting out a grunt in his effort, this time the door was smashed in. The door swung open and parts of the wood frame broke off. We ran I tot he room to see Ethan holding the handsaw to his stomach, he was going to slice himself open. That would kill him.

"Ethan What the Fuck are you doing!" Stiles yelled running at the boy and grabbing the handsaw. I followed in after him, Lydia and Allison behind me. Stiles wrestled the werewolf twin until he got the handsaw, I ran and unplugged it right as Stiles almost fell face first into it. That would have been bad. Really Bad. But then Ethan was still determined to slice himself, he got out his wolf claws and held them up to his stomach, I ran and tackled him to the ground, his arm hit the light and burned him.
"Fuck" he winced gripping his wrist as I got off him Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the floor.
"What just happened?" Ethan asked confused.
"You don't remember?" Allison asked.
Ethan shook his head.

We all started to walk out of the room and down the stairs.
"Well Ethan. You just tried to slice yourself open." I say.
"With a handsaw" Stiles adds.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have tried to stop me" Ethan sneered running off to his shared room with Danny.
"Okay, its official, this place is making the werewolves go crazy!" Lydia yelled.

"Maybe it is another sacrifice" I suggested and Stiles wips his head around to me and snaps his fingers. "Y/N your a genius! Yes, first three virgins, then three werewolves. Maybe of course"
"Scott was acting weird too" I said to the group.
"Boyd too" Stiles added. I nodded.
"Scott, Boyd and Isaac" Allison started
"Okay, I will go find Scott, you guys find Isaac and Boyd." She ordered and started sprinting away. I turned back to Lydia to find her kneeling over a drainage window.
"Lydia?" I asked cautiously, I felt Stiles walking over to her behind me.
"Someones Drowning!" She yelled. Then we moved as quick as we could up to Boyd and Isaac's room.

Boyd was in the bathtub, water drawn and he was under it, with a giant metal safe weighing him down.
"Shit. Y/N, Lydia come help me here" Stiles ordered as he ran into the bathroom rolling his sleeves up, me and Lydia right on his heels.
We each gripped the safe and tried to lift it, nothing. And we couldn't unplug the drain, it was blocked.
"Stiles what do we do? How long can a werewolf hold there breath?" Lydia questioned.
"How the hell should I know" he yelled at her then jerked up and backward, he burned his forearm on the heat register. "Fuck ow." Then his eyes widened as if a lightbulb just went off. "Heat. Ethan snapped out of it when he burned himself on the light"

"Stiles, hes under water!" I yelled.
"Flares. The flares on the bus, they have there own oxsidisers, they can burn underwater" Lydia said, sometimes her intelligence is amazing.
"Wait Lydia really?"
"Yes Stiles really. GO! Red box under the bus seat" she yelled and Sriles was off.

I turned back around to see Boyd, but I saw something else too. My mother. She was holding Boyd underneath the water. "STOP! LET HIM GO!" I yelled.

"No way sweety, not until you give me what I want" she said with a sinister smile.

I turned away from her to see Stiles, he had a knife, he just stabbed me into he stomach. "Stiles?" I winced. But then it was like I snapped out of my daze and saw Stiles standing in front of me, he burned me with one of the flares.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.
He shrugged "good guess, you were acting like one of the wolves when they were going nuts"

I exhaled relieved. "Well, thanks" he looked at me and smiled. But then I remembered Boyd, I turned back around to the bathtub, he was out of it now and standing soaking wet beside it.

"Got Isaac!" I heard Lydia yell from the main room, Stiles walked me in there, his arm around my shoulder. Boyd followed behind us.

Isaac is now sitting on the bed talking about what he was seeing. It sounded horrible, he was reliving being locked in a freezer over, and over, and over again.
"Scott" Stiles whispering to himself remembering that we were still missing him. Stiles then grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room, Isaac and Lydia yelling and following behind us.

"Guys, I can't find Scott anywhere" Allison said meeting us in the hall, we dismissed her and ran out to the main open area outside, to the back of the parking lot.

Scott. He was there. Holding the last flare. He was soaking wet, covered in gasoline.

Shit. Fuck what are we going to do.

I know this is a lot of parts to make for one episode but only one more, I promise. This is just one of my favorite episodes so I really want to get everything I can out of it.

Thank you for reading.

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