𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || Isaac Lahey || Book 2

3.21 De-Void

Scott called me over to his house saying that Stiles was there... Which I thought was a prank. That isn't a really nice one by the way. I drove over there, and walked in to Deaton and Scott looking at Stiles, who looked passed out.

"What the hell?" I demand.

"Well, we found him." Scott said simply, before the two of them finished lying him on to the couch.

"Obviously." I say angrily, before walking over to Stiles and noticed that he was injured. "Is he okay? Why didn't you tell his father?"

"I am not bringing Sheriff Stilinski into this and you know why." Scott said. I knew exactly why, we couldn't do this to him. If he figured out that his son was hurt, he would get into trouble and we couldn't do that to him. Stiles wouldn't want us to do that. Before we knew it, Melissa walked in confused.

"What the hell is Stiles doing tied down to my couch?" Melissa asked. The three of us shared a glance before looking at her.

"Well, he had a little issue." I try, and Melissa still looks at us in disbelief. "You know what? I don't even know what happened. I need coffee."

I walk into the kitchen before making a batch of coffee. I handed a coffee cup to Melissa. I took a sip of my coffee before placing it on the table because of the looks that I received by Scott, Deaton, with Aiden and Lydia who I didn't even notice was here.

"Aiden? Lydia? When did you guys get here?" I ask confused.

"About a minute after you went into the kitchen to make coffee." Lydia said.

"Well, thanks for coming." I say, and then I turned to Aiden. "Both of you." He was slowly becoming a better person. For Lydia.

We looked to Deaton and Scott who were crowding around Stiles. I rushed to their sides, I needed to help Stiles however I could.

"Guys, this is crazy... He needs to be in the hospital." Melissa said.

"Mom, remember what happened last time he went to the hospital?" Scott asked. Deaton and I kneeled down to the ground, looking Stiles up and down. There was a wound across his stomach, there was blood. He was bleeding or had been bleeding.

"It doesn't look like he's bleeding anymore." Deaton said, "I think he might even be healing!"

"You mean healing like we heal?" Aiden asked.

"That's good, right?" Scott said.

"None of this is good Scott." I say, shaking my head, "I mean it might be good for him... But, not good for us."

"Well... Since we're not going to kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?" Aiden asked.

"I might have something more effective." Deaton said, before holding up a bottle and pouring a small amount into Stiles' mouth. Stiles- Or sort of Stiles woke up startled, and grabbed Aiden's neck, squeezing it.

"Get him off of me! Get him off of me!" Aiden ordered. I quickly pulled Aiden out of Not Stiles' grasp.

"Kanima venom... Nice touch." Nogitsune Stiles remarked. He turned to Aiden smirking. "You know how they say siblings get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that talent too, did you? Oh, I hope not. You're going to need it." Aiden turned pale and then looked at Scott.

"Go." Scott ordered, and Aiden ran off to find his brother.

"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you guys trying to save the world everyday." Nogitsune Stiles said, "Oh I heard about your mate Kaelin. I'm so sorry..." I lifted an eyebrow unconvinced. This bitch is controlling my best friend... He has no regret. "Well, not really." I let out a scoff, as I glared at him. "But, I like you. You're smarter than people think."