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The sky was amber waves that sliced through Stiles's blinds and passed over his moving eyelids. For the past few weeks he had been experiencing the many nightmares that the Nogitsune so politely bestowed. The two that broke him the most were when Void had stabbed his unsuspecting best friend and cornered the girl he had been in love with since the third grade.
When Stiles got the message that morning that Scott was in trouble, he knew there was no way in hell that he wouldn't be in Mexico before sun down. Even his own father could not stop him from practically running out the doors. Leaving Lydia had never been part of the plan, but at least he thought she'd be safer in Beacon Hills than fighting berserkers in Mexico.
The car ride had been boring, terrifying, and altogether tiring. Stiles was only human and when teenage werewolves became involved he was like ant, just waiting to be squished. Liam was like a brother to him, but his powers were nonetheless still scary as hell.
After the ridiculously exhausting car ride, Stiles was the first to jump from the van. He needed to move his legs and arms and just do something other than sitting. Of course as soon as he stepped out, he was being pushed back towards the van in a hurry as Derek and Braeden were pulled into a fight with a berserker.
"Go find Scott!" Derek yelled and Stiles, Liam, Malia, and Peter were off towards the tunnel. The four split once inside, which was by far the stupidest plan considering Stiles was the only human in the entire place. But, he didn't care, all he cared about was getting Scott and getting the hell out of Mexico.
"Scotty?" Stiles called, his voice bouncing of the walls and bringing chills on his arms. He could hear dripping of water coming down a different tunnel so he decided to continue straight instead. He heard his name, almost like a whisper coming from deeper in the dark. He ran towards the voice, only stopping once his body impacted with another. He grunted, shaking his head and looking at the person.
"Kira..." He trailed off looking at the blood all over her. He really hoped that wasn't Scott's blood.
"It's Scott, Stiles. Scott's the berserker." Stiles's heart stilled. He nodded, breathless running the way she pointed. He could hear her words bouncing off the walls. Be careful!
He ran for maybe about thirty more seconds before he can to an opening. Malia, Liam, and Peter were fighting a berserker. Scott.
Malia had her claws ready to strike the deadly blow when Stiles screamed. "It's Scott! The berserker is Scott!"
Peter visibly cringed, backing away as his plan failed. The berserker took this as an opportunity and backhanded Malia, sending her flying. Liam just barely missed a cabinet that was aimed for his head.
"Scotty! I know you're in there, buddy." Suddenly the berserker turned and began to slowly walk towards the human. Both Liam and Malia were still recovering from their surprise, while Peter watched from the shadows in satisfaction. Two for the price of one.
"Scott...brother, I know you're in-" Stiles's words were stolen from his mouth as a claw entered his stomach. It was not just a graze either. The claw went entirely through the boy's chest, soaking in red liquid.
Stiles gasped for air as the claw twisted and turned, gutting the boy liked a damned fish. As soon as Stiles's fingers clasped on the boney ligament it was torn from his body. Stiles screamed and it was in slow motion as he was picked up and thrown into a wall. He caught sight of the werewolves running towards him. He could hear Scott growling, his own heartbeat slowing, Malia thinking, and a distant scream from the strawberry blonde banshee.