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Chapter 15 /Glen Capri pt. 4/

Scott.
Scott was there covered in gasoline and he had the last flare in his hand.
We all slowly and cautiously walked over towards Scott, Stiles kept me beside him. His right arm over in front of me to both keep me close, and to make sure I don't move in front of him.

"S-Stott!?" Allison called out, her voice is nervous and shaky.
I gripped onto Stiles forearm. "Scott, its us" I said.
"There's no hope" he muttered loud enough for us all to hear, then he lifted his head up to look at us, he spoke out louder now.
"What do you mean Scott. There's always hope" Allison said with a sas smile. Scott shook his head "No, not for me. Not for Derek."

Scott thinks Derek's death is his fault.
"That's not your fault." I stated and he looked me in the eye. "Everytime I try to fight back, people get hurt" he scanned all our faces. "People get killed. I feel a tear prick my eye. Scott is one of the few people I have connected with, and now he's going to be gone. Another person close to me is going to be dead. I turn my head to see Stiles, he looks at me. Eye contact. I slowly let go of his forearm. He then with his hand sets it on my wrist and moved it down, he wrapped my hand in his. I looked at our hands then back up to his eyes, he blinked and a tear streamed down his cheek. He nodded at me slowly with a sad smile then let go of my hand and turned his focus back to Scott.

"S-Scott, listen to me this isn't you, this is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Ok---Scott cut Stiles off. "What if it isn't? What if this is just me. What if doing this is the best thing I could do for everyone else?" Teaes streamed freely down my cheeks as Stiles slowly took a step towards his best friend.
"It all started that night, the night I got bitten. Do you remember the way it was before that? You and me Stiles." He looked at Stiles as he spoke. "We were nothing, we weren't popular, we weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. M-Maybe I should just be no one again.....no one at all." Scott spoke his voice wavering and shivering. He then held the flare out further ready to drop it into the puddle of gasoline below him, he is covered in the flammable liquid. If he drops that flare there is no way he could possibly survive. Even if he is a werewolf. "S-scott just listen to me okay, your not no one" Stiles started and more tears fell from my eyes. I glanced over at Allison, she is in pure shock as to what she is watching, I look at Lydia, almost the same reaction as Allison. Next I look at Isaac, I completely forgot that he also followed us out here. Then I look back at Stiles, he is taking slow steps to Scott, he is on the verge of crying, he let's a few tears slip out but not enough to make him break down. Stiles continues to speak and try to step his best friend away from the edge. "Your someone, Scott your my best friend, and I need you. Scott your my brother." Stiles said quivering.

I am deciding to get in on this. I start to walk towards Stiles and Scott. "Y/N, no" Stiles said. I shook my head. "Scott is my friend too, my best friend. One of the only people I let close to me in a long time." I spoke, I am now standing right beside Stiles, I grab his hand then look into his whiskey eyes, then back to Scott. "Scott, your my brother too" I said softly. Scott exhaled harshly then tears streamed down his cheek to his chin where they then fell to the ground dropping into the puddle beneath him.

"Alright" Stiles said squeezing my hand a bit tighter. He takes a step into the gasoline puddle, right in front of Scott. I follow his example and step beside him in the puddle. My grip on Stiles hand only grows tighter. "So, if your going to do this" Stiles started slowly reaching his free hand out towards Scott's that held the flare. "I guess you're just going to have to take me with you" he said setting his hand atop Scott's, wrapping his fingers around the flare. "Me too" I said and grabbed ahold of Scott's free hand. Scott whimpered and tears raced across his face as his lip quivered.
Stiles pulled the flare out of Scott's hand and throws it behind us out of the way of the gasoline puddle.
Scott starts breathing heavier. He looks at us and goes in for a hug but was stopped by Lydia screaming.
"NOOOO!" she yelled then I felt myself break away from Scott and Stiles, I'm on the ground on my stomach and there is a body on top of me, keeping me down, I hear flames scream and crackle behind me.