Chapter 7
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Scott: “Stiles stop you don’t have to do this.”
Stiles: “You just don’t understand Scott, You could never understand. All you care about is PRIDE and proving that your somehow BETTER or ABOVE everyone els…..”
Scott: “Stiles please.”
Stiles: “But your not, your not. No if anything your worse. You are so blinded by your obsessive need to be righteous and to see the good in all things, well newsflash SCOTTY we don’t live in lala land where everyone is kind and just and will always do the right thing”.
Scott: “Stiles please your not a bad person, you can still do the right thing”.
Lydia: “Please Stiles just give him to us we have to protect him”.
Stiles: “Holy shit you guys are so dense, it doesn’t need protecting it needs killing. How am i the only one that sees that”?
Scott: “Stiles please don’t hurt him. Look i know your not a bad person, you can still walk away from this and we can all figure this out stiles, together okay. Just please Stiles step away from the boy”.
(Silence)
Scott: “Stiles….. Stiles Plea/“.
Stiles: “/STOP… Just stop”.
Scott: “Stop what Stiles, what do you want me to sto/“.
Stiles: “/THAT.. STOP. Stop saying my name like that, like we’re friends. we’re not. you made pretty damn well sure of that. You all know what needs to be done, you all know that this is the only way but somehow I’m the only one thats willing to do anything. You want to protect the boy but your the ones killing him because your all to fucking cowardly to go through with it”.
Malia: “Stiles I’m pretty sure your the one thats doing the killing here not us”.
Isaac: “Your a monster”.
Stiles: “oh we’re all monsters here”.
Scott: “I can’t let you do this stiles, please don’t make me stop you”.
Stiles: “You really think I didn’t know you would show up”.
they all looked down at the circle of mountain ash surrounding stiles and the boy. Scott ran forward ponding his fists at the invisible barrier
Scott: “Stiles no don’t do this”.
Stiles turned to the child a small boy tied up and gaged with tears streaming down his face. He bends down to be level with the boy before pulling a small vile from his pocket and waving it in front of his face.
Stiles: “You see this, This incredible little liquid is called ‘Ius Mortis”.
Lydia: “Liquid Death”?
Stiles: “Thats right Lydia, Ten Points to Gryffindor. One small drop off this and your organs will shut down one by one until your heart stops and you die and unfortuanitly for you it is apparently really painful.”
Lydia: “stiles please I’m begging you let him go he’s innocent”.
Stiles looked at the girl her eyes pleading for him to stop. he then looked down at the boy and then at the veil.
Stiles: “Im not sorry, This is the only way.”
quickly stiles pulled the stopper from the vial and then removed the boys gag forcing him to swallow the potion stepping away to watch as it takes effect.
Lydia: “Stiles no”.
Isaac: “How could you, you monster”.
Stiles turned ignoring the horrifying screams of the child on the ground he look at his former friends before making eye contact with scott.
Scott: “Stiles what have you done”.
Stiles: “What had to be done, what has to be done.”
Stiles then pulled a knife from his pocket and scotts face sunk further and before anything could be done stiles forced the blade into his own chest before falling to his knees he then grabbed the still screaming boy and pressed there foreheads together.
Stiles: “Im sorry, now please. Let go”.
with that the screaming stopped and the boy slowly rose to his feet before throwing himself to the ground in an enraged fit. stiles still on his knees looks up closing his eyes whispering. Scott and the others despretly trying to break the barrier and intervene in some way but then, silence everything stops. A loud rumble shaks the ground beneath them and the boy crys out one last time as a thick black substance forces its self from the his mouth, nose, ears and eyes into a small pile on the ground. the boy clapses to the ground lifeless. stiles looks at the boys body eyes welling up he did it.
Stiles: “Expergiscere”.
He bearly got the word out before the black substance latched itself to his chest tearing his wound further open as it forced its way into his body.
Malia: “what the hell is happening”.
Scott: “I don’t know, but we need to break this barrier”.
Isaac: “Look the kid”.
Isaac spoke pointing towards the young boy who had started moving, his eyes slowly opened and he looked terrified. the boy looked at stiles and then looked at the others. Lydia ran forward and put her arms out, begging for the child to come to her.
Lydia: “Its okay I won’t hurt you i promise”.
the boy ran into her arms unknowingly breaking the circle of ash. Stiles now standing stock still in the middle of the room eyes fixed on the door as two more people ran into the room. It was chris and Derek. derek had his claws at the ready and holding guns looking for a target before both there eyes landed on Stiles who was still holding the knife.
Derek: “what the hell is going on here”.
Isaac: “Stiles just tried to murder a child thats whats going on here”.
Stiles: “I Saved Him lahey, which is more then any of you did”.
Chris pointed his gun at stiles.
Stiles: “Oh come on Siriusly Chris not this again we both know you haven’t got the balls to do it. Mabye this will motivate you”.
Before anyone could do anything stiles grabbed onto isaac pushing him to his knees and pressing his knife to isaacs throat.
Scott: “Stiles No”.
Malia: “Don’t hurt him.”
Stiles: “Thats not up to me I’m afraid guys, come on chris you can do it just one little squeeze and its over”.
Chris: “Stiles let him go now. You don’t have to do this. Your not…”
Stiles: “Not what hmm, A Killer”.
stiles pushed the blade slowly into isaacs neck forcing the boy to wince in pain as blood poured out of the small cut.
Stiles: “Do it Chris, Come on don’t be a cowered”.
Chris: “Stiles Let him go”.
he pushed the knife down harder
Stiles: “Come on Chris, Just do it”.
Chris: “Stiles stop this”.
Stiles: “Do it NOW CHRIS”.
Derek: “Stiles Put the knife down”.
Chris: “I don’t want to hurt you stiles”.
Stiles: “Then fucking shoot me chris, FUCKING SHOOT ME NOW”.
Scott: “ Chris don’t, Stiles stop this please”.
Stiles: “SHOOT ME!!”.
raising his knife to the air he Screamed his last words and before the knife could touch isaac there was the sound of the gun and he fell to the floor.
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Stiles woke in a cold sweat he could hardly breath. he pulled himself from his sweat drenched sheets turning on his bedside lamp. he sat there for a moment cupping his face. the dream or rather memory had shaken him to his core. he got up and went to his bathroom turning on the shower. he didn’t evan bother to check the temperature before removing his cloths and entering the shower. the cold water was refreshing he held his face under the water washing away the sweat and dryed tears from his skin. He stood there for about 15 minuets only turning the water of she his body began to shiver from the cold. he grabbed his towel and rapped it around his waste then exited the bathroom. now standing in front of a tall black mirror staring at his body. he stepped closer searching his body for the scars, the scars of that night . They where gone. all of them gone.