Going Up in Smoke
Preview
Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Rain falls hard on Stiles' jeep as he drove fast to Derek's place. Tears running down his face. It was another horrible day for Stiles. After all he just found out that someone who he deeply cared about was going to die. Most people don't take that as something amusing.
For Stiles it felt like all of this was his fault. Everything happened because of him. In other words everything suck. First his best friend, Scott, was missing in action. Slowly the rest of the pack was being killed off one by one. Allison, Erica, Isaac, Jackson. Everyone around Stiles was dying. And it was all his fault.
If only, if only Stiles wasn't a sarcastic pain in the butt and had to go talk to the alpha pack one on one. Not his smartest idea of the day. Stiles went to go talk to Deucalion, trying to see what his pack was going to do about Darach. Instead of having a peaceful conversation, which was what Stiles wanted in the first place, Stiles' life got threated multiple times. Yeah….the McCall really didn't like the idea of losing their Pack Mama so there was basically a pack war. Everyone was going down one by one because of Stiles.
The stop light was red as Stiles grab his phone and called the only person that could help Stiles' with his problem: Peter Hale.
"Peter pick up your useless phone! They're going after Derek. They're going to kill him." Stiles cried out to the phone no one listening. Straight to voicemail of course. He then hung up tears dried on his face. He couldn't call Scott of course. Scott was missing. No one heard from him in weeks. One thing for sure that Stiles knew was that Deucalion didn't know where he was either. No one knew where he was. It just kept getting worse and worse for Stiles. The light turned green as Stile sped up driving like a crazy maniac trying to get to Derek's place.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Rain falling onto Stiles' windshield hard. His horrible windshield wipers went back and forth. Barely working. Stiles let out a loud groan and called Derek again.
"Dude listen. Deucalion's pack, they're coming after you. I know you don't usually like doing this but I need you to get in your car and run away. Run far away. Go somewhere far away from here. You are not able to fight this soon. Please, run away. For me."
Stiles threw his phone in the backseat furious. The one time he needed someone to call him is the one time no one in the world wanted to talk to him. Any other time the pack would be trying to talk to Stiles….that is when they were alive.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Rain pouring onto Stiles' car as he kept trying very hard to get to Derek's place. His life was on depending on how fast Stiles could get to his house and tell him to run away. Stiles was two blocks away from Derek's place. Two blocks away. So close to Derek's place. Rain pouring down from the sky hard. Tears dried on Stiles face. He was determine. So close to saying Derek's life. After everyone dying because of him he need a little good in his life. Saving someone's life would be enough good in his life for a while. Rain poured heavily down on his car. So much rain it was hard to see. And the horrible windshield wipers probably didn't help Stiles' cause. As he drove fast trying to save a life a big pickup truck turned right making Stiles crashed right into the pickup truck.
Stiles' head hit the steering wheel as it bounce back up. Blood trickling down his forehead as he watch the rain fall onto his windshield. Drip, drop. Drip, drop.