Phoenix
From Chapter 2:
'No, I can't, I can't die like this, mom died for me, to save me, I can't.. I won't let her sacrifice go to waste, I will live! For her, for dad, for myself! I won't die here! I Not by his hands!'
Or
The one where the Alpha pack and the Darach is targeting Beacon Hills and Derek wants to protect Stiles by pushing him away, but just hurts him more.
Sorry for the mistakes, I tried to make it longer and more, uhmm.. graphic.
I changed the rating too for eason, you will see why.
Thinking is like this 'thinking' and is written in italich.
Chapter 2: I won't die!
Chapter Summary:
Ennis torture Stiles and is about to kill him when something unexpected happens.
Looks like Stiles is more than just a weak human.
When Stiles woke up he found himself still tied to the chair, but the tie on his hands were looser, and those that used to tie his legs to the chair legs were gone.
He looked up only to see the man that the woman from earlier referred as Ennis, he was smiling at him.
"Nice to see you awake, I thought I hit you too hard and killed you before we got the time to play."
"W-what do you want from me?"
"I already told you. I'm going to kill you as a message to the Alpha of the Hale Pack."
"Why?"
"Why what? I think it's pretty clear why I want to kill you."
"That's not what I meant."
"
Then what do you mean?"
"Why do you want to kill me? I mean nothing to them, to the pack, they kicked me out. What do you think will be their reaction when they find out that you killed me? Nothing. That's it. They won't even care, maybe take you a little more seriously but they won't be afraid. And do you know why? Because it does not take much to kill a weak human, a human that's useless, a burden. They might even be thankful.. " - Stiles answered with sorrow in his voice.
"Huh, so that's what you think?"
"Yeah."
'Heh, he's already broken, it's too easy this way.'
"Well, then let the show begin." - Ennis said and hit Stiles in the gut making him cough blood up.
Ennis has been torturing him for hours now, he hit, kicked, punched him and even used his claws to cut his clothes into pieces and dig them into his soft, human flesh.
Stiles screamed and cried 'till his voice was so hoarse he could only whimper, his face was tear streamed but there were no more tears left form him to cry, his once full-off-life honey eyes were only dull, brown orbs now that didn't reflected the light anymore, just looked forward lifelessly.
Ennis was about to hit him again, but when Stiles didn't even stirred, he stopped in the middle of the movement and looked at the boy, whose head hung down.
He lifted the Stlies' head by his chin and started into those lifeless eyes and then chuckled.
"Looks like I managed to break you, well, then it's time to finish you off."
He let go of the boy who's head fall back down, and lifted his clawed left hand up in the air, but decided to spoke first before he killed the boy, just to make it even more painful for him.
"You know, I can't wait to see Derek's face, but I'm even more excited about your father's reaction. I wonder what kind of face he will make, just image it, him, finding his only son, his only relative that is- was still alive, dead. Hah, I think he might even will have a heart attack right then and there. Just think about it, your father dying because of you." - he whispered the last part, knowing the boy heared him perfectly well, and bringing his clawed down for one, last blow.
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But he missed.
Instead of killing Stiles, he broke the empty seat.
He looked up and saw the boy looking at him with a fiery expression in his formerly dull eyes, he was holding one of the chair legs in his right hand, the rope that used to tie his hand together hanging loose on his left hand.
"No one hurts my father." - he spoke with wrath and venom in his voice and brought the chair leg down on the side of Ennis' head making him lose his balance.
Stiles took Ennis' weakness of the minute and decided to run for his life while the werewolf was trying to get himself back together, he run up the stairs and got to the revelation that he was in the basement.
He saw the door and reached for it, finding it- surprisingly, open. He stepped out and hurriedly closed it behind himself.
The house was empty, which was good, but he knew he had to hurry, the door wouldn't keep the werewolf up for too long, but at least it gave him a change to escape.
So he ran.
He ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from the Alpha.
He ran throught the forest, never looking back. He was about 3-to-4 minute away from the house when he heared the werewolf roar, he got out. Stiles ran even faster and found himself in building site (the city were planning on building a look-out tower, but in the end they couldn't manage to do it thanks to the "animal" attacks).
Suddenly something tackled him down from the behind and pushed him to the ground, he let out a pained cry as claws dig onto his shoulder blades.
"You tought you could escape fromme? Run me out?! I'm a wolf you stupid little kid!" - Ennis roared and let go of Stiles' shoulders, turned him around and grabbed his neck, suffocating him.
Stiles was looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes, crawling at the hand that was holding him.
"You little bitch, I'm going to choke you, then before you can even let your last breath out, I will break your fucking neck!"
Stiles was panting for air, he was getting cold, he felt so cold, he didn't want to die, not like this.
But it was so cold, almost as cold as it was when his mother died, she was killed..
'Mom, did you die like this? Feeling this cold? You died, for me.. to save me..' - he thought and looked at Ennis to see the wicked smile that was painted of his face.
'No, I can't, I can't die like this, mom died for me, to save me, I can't.. I won't let her sacrifice go to waste, I will live! For her, for dad, for myself! I won't die here! I Not by his hands!'
He gritted his teeth and looked to his right when the wolf's grip tightened on his throat, then he saw it, a shovel, not far away from him.
That's it.
He let go of the wolf's hand with his right hand, acting like he was about to give up.
He reached and grabbed the end of the handle, he gritted his teeth again and brought the shovel down on the back of Ennis' head, hard (kinda like he did it with the leg of the chair), the wolf let go of him and Stiles crawled out from under him.
This time, he did not wait, he did not run.
He brought the shovel down the wolf's neck and head , and did it again, and again, and again until the equipment was covered in blood.
He was about to bring it down again when Ennis finally managed to grab his leg, already half healed, and pulled him down, making his drop the shovel.
He was about to rip his throat out with his teeth (sound familiar?), when Stiles grabbed his neck and tried to push his face away.
He almost laughed, but then there were some unbearable, burning pain on his throat, like someone lit it on fire.
He looked at the boy and saw that his honey eyes were a burning amber, it was like flames were dancing in them.
Stiles pushed, and suddenly he was on top of the other, he tightened his grip, he didn't know why, but something was telling him to burn this mother fucker, to lit him up, watch his flesh burn to his bones.
Ennis looked at the boy's hands and screamed and animalistic scream that sounded more like the combination of a pained whimper and a mad roar. He tried to turn into a full wolf mode but the pain was too much, he couldn't turn.
Just lay and watch this boy kill him.
And this boy's, this weak, useless human's hands were on fire, literally, flames covered his hands as he let out a rageful scream and then it was over.
The flames on his hands burned the wolf's throath, and the man was dead.
The smell of blood, and burned flesh was lingering in the air as Stiles sat on top of of the dead the man, an Alpha werewolf.
He did it. He survived.
He, Stiles, Genim "Stiles" Stilinski, the weak, ADHD having boy, the sidekick, the defenseless idiot, killed an Alpha Wolf, with his bare hands.
To Be Continued
Hope you liked it, and I will explain everything later on.
