Kicked Out

I'm gonna do something with his spark!

Third pov

When stiles fell asleep, he had a nightmare. Well, more of a memory.

(Nightmare)

       At the age of seven years old (i know he wasn't seven just go along) little Stiles was sitting by his mother's hospital bed whiles she slept, unknown to him she was awake and just waiting for the perfect time to surprise him. The little killer sitting with her and living with her husband. He was going to kill them all, he was going to kill them all, he was going tO KILL THEM ALL! The voices were telling her to kill him before he can cause harm to them all! She didn't understand why her husband said he was her son! She knows that her son! She has to kill him! He's evil! He has the devil's power inside him!

       While she was thinking Stiles fell asleep and she took her hand from his and took a look at the clock, 4:36. Noah won't be here for another hour. The nurses won't be back for another thirty minutes.

       She carefully sat up, knowing he was a light sleeper, he always has been, and removed herself from the bed. She had used some of the morphine to put in one of his juices (can it work like that?) so she can be awake while he slept. Claudia put one of the two chairs under the doorknob to keep it shut just in case, and used the restraints to tie her son to the hospital bed rails. She got back on the bed to wake her son up. "Mica, Mica, My little Mischief! Wake up for me please!" She called lightly, a mother's tone she hasn't used in a long time.

       She watched as her little devil son's eyes slowly fluttered open before he realized that he was held to the bed by cloths. The same cloths that held his mother just hours before.

       He didn't pull on them for a long time before he noticed his mother's smile. Sweet, comforting, not hers. "Mommy?" he feels so small.

       "Yes, Mica?" No! No! No! She's never this nice! "Baby, why are you scared?" No! No! No! No!

       He answers anyway, "Are you feeling better Mama?" He can't yell, he can't be a burden on other people trying to sleep! She doesn't look any better.

       "No, Mischief. I don't feel better, but I will soon." Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! "Now, baby, I need you to stay silent okay?" He nods.

       She takes her hands up to her eyes and digs her nails in.

        She scratches, and scratches, and scratches. 

       Over and over and over again.

       She speaks, "You need to know my son, your evil! Evil! You killed me!" She scratches faster, deeper.

       There's blood everywhere! 

       He wants to scream, he wants to escape! 

       He's frozen in fear!

       He hears someone by the door.

       They look in!

       They scream!

       Doctors, nurses, anybody, they come. 

       They can't open the door!

       He sees a flash of strawberry blonde hair, he'll remember that for later. 

       He sees Mama McCall grab something, she breaks the glass on the door, she reaches in, she opens the door!

       He sees black.

                                                                                   (End of nightmare)

       He wakes with a jolt to see the worried eyes of his first love.

     "Stiles? Are you okay?"                   No.

Heres ur explanation bloodyhellkillme.   Love ur new name and pfp!

I'm changing the pair, comment for who you want. I'll do crossovers too.