Empty spaces
What are we living for?
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know
what we are looking for?

He smiled in her face. Through his teeth's shining blood. But this didn't matter. He killed her , that's all he wanted . Revenge. Her big eyes wide with fear stared into his honey ones.. That's kind of irronic. This woman killed so many innocent people. She's so powerful. And yet killed by a usual man, with a poisened knife. Mistletoe. Such an overlooked plant.

He could hear Scott's voice in distant. Like an echo.

Soon woman's life drifted from her. He let go of the knife pluged into her stomache and she fell to the ground with a crack. He could focus now. Scott was shouting his name. Why?

Then he felt a dull pain in his stomache. He let his hand fell there. There was something in him. He felt his knees giving up. But he didn't fell like her.

Another hero
Another mindless crime
Behind the curtain
In the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody know
what we are living for?

'Stiles! No,no,no ... Stiles stay with me! ' He felt strong arms holding him. Saving from the saw a face. A male. With dark brown hairs and watery brown eyes.

'S-cott..' He heard himself saying. But it didn't sound like him. It was weak.. too weak. He looked at his stomache. There was a knife. Oh my god.. there's the knife. Suddenly he felt everything. Everything hurt. He couldn't breathe. He felt hand putting pressure above the knife. Everything became a blur. He couldn't focuse .He didn't want to focuse. He didn't want his friend..his brother see him dying. He didn't want to die.

'Stiles look at me..' Scott's voice was quiet but determinated. No, he couldn't look at him. Not like.. ' Stiles.. please ..' He looked at him. There were tears rolling down his face. ' Stiles I...I have to bite you ok? ' He took his hand in his.

'N-no' Stiles pulled his hand back. ' I-I don't w-want it' He didn't want it before.. and he wasn't going to change his mind now. He could hear someone murmur 'damn' but he didn't catch who it was.

'Stiles.. I have to..' Everything was becoming dull again. He didn't felt his legs.

'Is- is she d-dead?.' He asked thought who knew the answer. He just wanted to change the subject.

'Y...yes . You killed her ..' Stiles' breath became rasps now. And he could fell metalic taste in his mouth.

'G-good she uh.. s-she deserved it' He could hear hear Scott's sad laugh. ' C-can you take c-care of m-my dad ? A-and Lydia? '

The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking,
but my smile still stays on

'Stiles you'll .. you'll live...' He knew it was a lie. But he felt a little better anyway. He felt warm. Like when he's at his bed in his home. He could so peacefully sleep. He just have to.. close his eyes.

'Stiles.. Stiles! Don't go to sleep. ' It wasn't Scott... It was a calmer voice.. Deaton. When the hell did he get here.? ' We're almost at the hospital ' What? They were moving? He didn't feel this at all. He was still at Scott's arms though.. They were going to the hospital..

My soul is painted like the wings of
butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday
will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends

'Y-you know I l-love you b-bro? R-right? ' What it would be like without him? Would Lydia miss him? He didn't heard reply. He just closed his eyes. He was so weak ... and tired.

Now he felt peacefully . Finally... He hadn't felt like this for the long time. Not really.

He smiled for the last time in his life, before everything went white.

My soul is painted like the wings of
butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday
will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends