First Teen Wolf fic. Please let me know if I make mistakes, that way I can improve my writing skills.


Run, was the only word Stiles cared about at the moment. He gasps for air as he sprints at a surprisingly fast speed. He was alone. He cursed to himself at the thought of it. He didn't know where he was running to, but it was just to get away from what he'd just witnessed.

He was running in the woods that brought memories to him. When he and Scott searched for the dead Hale's sister, Scott getting bit, when they "killed" Peter. Now this very moment. But he kept on running as he was dodging trees and the fallen leaves crunched underneath his feet.

He was only human. Couldn't anyone understand that? There was nothing special about him. Yes, maybe Scott and Derek were werewolves, Lydia was a banshee, and Kira was a kitsune. But Stiles…human one-hundred percent. Stiles began to run out of breathe as he stopped with his back against a tree.

He had no clue how long he's been running for but he figured to give it a rest. He no longer heard anyone running after him. He scoffed out loud to himself as he pulled out his phone. The screen light blinded his eyes for a few seconds since it was night. He rummaged through his contacts until Scott's name appeared on the list. He pressed the contact and held his phone to his ear. The waiting made Stiles grow impatient as the phone rang. "Come on, Scott. Pick up." He whispered frantically. He even prayed for the miracle that Scott would just pick up the phone. But no miracle came as the rings died down and went straight to voicemail.

"Are you kidding me? Freakin' voicemail!?" Stiles scoffed. "Scott, where are you? I need a little help! She's here, Scott. She's-," he was cut off when something hard came in contact with his head that made him release his phone and let it drop to the forest floor.

The leaves crunched under him as he made contact with the ground, falling on his side. His head rang in pain. He frantically looked up to see a female figure hovering over him. He knew her, and she definitely knew him. She smiled mockingly at Stiles as she knelt down to his level.

"Stiles, Stiles, Stiles." She said teasingly, roughly grabbing his chin. "Running must be your style. But unfortunately, you really can't outrun me."

Stiles smirked, trying his best not to show fear on his face. There she was cornering him. The woman he always despised. The woman named Kate Argent.

"Yeah, you're right. But your face is so ugly I just couldn't help myself." Stiles replied in his own witty sarcastic way. The smile from Kate's face faded. She let go of Stiles' chin and stood up on her two feet never taking her eyes off him.

"I've always liked you Stiles. You're a funny guy-,"

"Funny? I think I'm adorable!" Stiles smiled up at her. He knew how much he was pissing her off, but that was the usual perks of being Stiles.

Kate no longer showed any signs of recognition or even a hint of a smirk or smile. He could tell she really was pissed. But he didn't notice that Kate's friends walked up behind her out of the shadows. There was two of them. And they weren't human. Berserkers.

Stiles smile disappeared as well that was replaced with a look of horror. Even though the Berserkers didn't have eyes, he knew they were staring upon him. The feeling made his blood run cold.

"You ready to stop being funny?" Kate cut the horrific silence.

Stiles had a lump in his throat as his eyes were on Kate again. "What do you want?"

That's when that smile, that stupid, evil smile on her face appeared yet again. One of the Berserkers stepped up to him. It all happened so quickly. The Berserker grabbed Stiles throat and lifted him up until he was at least a foot off the ground. He struggled for breath as his hands wrapped around the Berserkers' wrist. But he knew he was no match for this monster. After all, he was human. Kate stepped towards him until she was shoulder-to-shoulder with the Berserker that was holding Stiles against his will.

"Oh, Stiles. Save the questions for later," Kate replied. Stiles glared at her. He sworn in all his life he has never give anyone the look that he's just given. The Berserker squeezed on his throat tighter, but Stiles fought to stay awake.

"Where are your friends now?" Those were the last five words he heard from Kate until he slipped into unconsciousness.


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