AN: My sister and I watch Teen Wolf together and I got encouraged to write this for no other reason than our comments and the ending scene of "The Overlooked". It doesn't help that I've got a dark heart. May or may not continue this. Who knows? I don't.
I'm staring in your eyes unsure of if what you are speak to me is the truth. I can't believe your heart rate because I can't believe your words. You're lying to me and even though I know what you're telling me is the truth, I'm staring in more pain then I ever thought possible. You look away and a tear slips from your eye and the next words you speak are ones that cause me to take a step back. You're heart's not skipping, you're hearts not racing. It's too slow for that. Too slow for me to even believe you'd survive if I took you to a doctors. It looks like you're trying to curl into yourself and I want to inform you that you're chained to a wall because fresh blood seeps from you're wrists, I can see it and smell it. You're not tugging this time though, no, it looks like the fight you had in you earlier is gone. I can hear you swallow as you look up and your eyes look dead reminding me of all you've said to me in this past hour, you look like you want to die, you look like you're ready to give in. I just want you to say you'll be pack, say you'll kill Derek and join us, that's all I want, if you do that we can be friends again. There's a fire burning in your eyes and you speak words that send me into a blind rage, you tell me you'd rather be in Peter's pack, you tell me you'd rather be with a psycho who bit me. When your screams rip through the room I can't even be bothered to care because your voice is louder than the hoarse whisper that had been coming from your mouth before. When I step back you sag, you cough and spit blood onto the floor. You meet my eyes and smirk, there's blood on your teeth and lips, trailing down your chin.
"I always knew it'd end this way." You whisper, you're eyes never leaving mine, even though there are tears falling down your face. "I hate you." And I inhale sharply, the words biting into me as you nod. "We could've fought this together but all you ever thought of was…her…" You won't speak her name and neither will I. "I hate you. I hate you more than anything. And if you don't kill me…I'll kill you." I look away but know you're still looking at me. "What? Can't kill me, buddy, but you can kill everyone around me. You're a murderer. Finish the job." I think I whisper a no when I look up because it seems like you laugh, more blood spilling from your lips. "You're a murderer…Scott…" I hate the vile sound of my name, the venom you put into it and I can hear myself growl. "C'mon MURDERER finish the job!" I didn't mean to pounce.