Me: I was originally just going to update Misadventures but I decided just to continue this.
Stiles: Either way I'm stuck here.
Me: Stop complaining. You're just the most entertaining.
Stiles: I'M BOREEEEEEEEED! You don't even have fun games and there's no service here. Phone service at least and I can't connect to the wifi, hacking it isn't easy.
Me: You'll crack it eventually.
Stiles: I don't think I will.
Disclaimer Here → This is our time to run away. It's our time we don't have to stay here. 'Cause all the things that I never knew, that I wanted, are here with you. This is our time, to forget the past. It's our time we can make it last. 'Cause all the things that I never knew, that I wanted, are here with you
3rd Person POV
The hospital brought back feelings that Stiles wanted to forget. Blood, his blood, covered his hands and was splattered on his face and chest. Not to mention the others had left him alone in the waiting room. All he could do is replay the nightmare over and over again his head, remembering the Nogitsune, the knife in his hand, and stabbing into his chest over and over again. His blood everywhere. Being held close as he cried, dropping the knife in shock, burying his face in the strong chest holding him.
"Here," a damp paper towel was placed in his hands, "You might want to clean up that blood."
Scrubbing harshly at the blood in his hands, Stiles didn't even look up at whoever had given him the damp paper towel. But no matter how hard he scrubbed it was like the blood wasn't leaving. His breathing beginning to get shaky Stiles scrubbed harder. Without another word a hand wrapped around his wrists.
"Stiles," Natasha said softly, kneeling down in front of him.
"It won't come off," Stiles whispered horrified, scrubbing harder.
Natasha held Stiles' wrists still, using her free hand to push upwards gently on his chin. Whiskey brown eyes flicked upwards to stare at Natasha, bottom lip wobbling uncontrollably, tears streaming down his pale face. He thought it was gone, thought the Nogitsune was never coming back. But he was wrong and now… now someone else was dying because of it. Someone walked up behind him, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. It grounded him, which he was thankful for. And, judging by the look Natasha sent the person, she was thankful for them too.
"Sorry I was late," Derek said, squeezing Stiles shoulder, "I was on the other side of town."
"It's fine, can you watch him? I need to talk with the others," Natasha replied, slowly releasing Stiles wrist and getting up.
"I've got him," Derek replied moving to sit next to Stiles.
Without another word, however she did pat his leg, Natasha gracefully walked towards where the others were talking to a doctor. Once she was out of sight, and hearing distance, Stiles turned to look at Derek abruptly. Hazel eyes weren't focused on him, instead watching the door in which doctors and nurses were walking in and out of. A shaky breath erupted from Stiles' lungs, the images of his nightmares flitting in and out of Stiles mind.
"It's back," Stiles stammered, gripping Derek's arm tightly, "Derek… it-it's back."
"The nightmares?" Derek asked looking over at Stiles.
"N-no… he-he's back. He's in my mind a-and," Stiles was working himself up, chest heaving, "I-I can-can't. D-derek…"
"Breathe Stiles," his hand was on Stiles' chest now, helping regulate his breathing so he wouldn't hyperventilate, "It's okay. It's okay. He's not inside of you Stiles. We got him out remember? You're safe."
"I-I hurt… I hurt him."
A second later he was gathered up in Derek's chest, cheek pressed against his shoulder. Sobs tore through his throat, tears blurring his vision. It was all his fault. All his fault. He wouldn't be fighting for his life right now if it wasn't for Stiles. The others wouldn't be waiting for news, waiting to know if he would survive, if it wasn't for him. This was all his fault. Soon all his tears were spent and he stared at his bloody hands without truly seeing them.
Gently Derek washed down Stiles' hand, the blood turning the paper towel pink. Meticulous strokes up and down his hands until the blood was gone. Then Derek dried Stiles' hands and wiped the tears off of his face.
"It's not your fault. We'll figure it out Stiles, I promise," Derek whispered to him."
"We'll find Liam," Stiles mumbled.
All they had was each other.
**********TWM**********
For once in her, rather short, life Wanda was unsure on what to do. When the missile was in her living room, all she knew was that she needed to survive. Volunteering herself to the german's was an obvious choice in her opinion. Joining Ultron, while in hindsight wasn't the best idea, they knew immediately that they wanted to join him. But this, this was the first time Wanda was unsure. It had been Dr. Banner ('call me Bruce') that had found Stiles. Blood was dripping off of the knife, was all over Stiles and seeped into the bed. According to Dr. Banner, Stiles was sleep walking. That didn't make it any less scary.
"What are we going to do about this?" Rhodes asked, arms crossed over his chest.
"Isn't it obvious?" Sam replied, "We need to deal with Stiles. Even if he was sleepwalking he tried to kill someone. Scratch that, he still might succeed."
"We know nothing about his past," Clint answered evenly, "His home was massacred. I'm sure that would scar anyone."
"He-!" Rhodes started.
"Has no idea what happened," Natasha replied in a deadly tone, entering the room, "Has no memory of what happened. Is horrified and in tears over what happened. Not to mention had a mental breakdown and nearly scrubbed the skin of his hands clean off in order to get non-existent blood off of his hand."
That shut Rhodes and Sam up easily. Natasha was in Mama Bear mode right now and did not look like she was going to take any threats, even if it was layered with good intentions, lightly. Something that Rhodes and Sam noticed. Off to the side Vision had a calculating face on.
"It's safer to put him in a mental hospital. He is a danger to himself and others, is he not?" Vision asked.
A second later it seemed Vision realized that what he said was a bad idea. Without a word Natasha and Wanda both glared at Vision, scarlet energy swirling around Wanda's hands. Of course Rhodes just had to pipe up again, snapping the rest of Wanda's remaining self control.
"He's not wrong," Rhodes said.
A flick of her wrist and Rhodes was pinned to the wall. Vision got a punch in the jaw from Natasha as Wanda stared at Rhodes angrily. Her vision was red, hands swirling in increate and complicated motions. With every swirl of energy Rhodes was forced deeper into the wall, pain clear on his face.
"Wanda," Clint's voice brought her back to reality.
Rhodes collapsed to the ground in a heap. Before he could regain proper breathing scarlet energy pinned him down as Wanda came over. Looming over Rhodes, barely controlled anger boiling beneath her skin. He gulped in fear, even as the scarlet energy tightened around his body.
"Ever threaten my little brother again," Wanda growled, "And you'll see the true extent of my powers."
She released him, the scarlet energy crackling around her hands still. Flicking her hair over her shoulder and staring at a slightly fearful vision, she growled again.
"Same goes for you."
**********TWM**********
The farm work wasn't exactly difficult for him. It honestly probably helped him control his wolf, letting all his anger out on the wood or when he plows the fields. Therapeutic in a sense, at least that's what he felt. Every time he did something on the farm he felt more relaxed. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the way it helped him let out his anger and frustration, maybe because it helped him forget.
"Liam!" Laura called, leaning against the railing with Nathaniel in his arms.
Liam turned around. Recently he had become part of the family. Lila and Cooper treated him as though he was one of them, not a random stranger. Sure for a bit they were hesitant around him, but once Liam helped Lila and Cooper save a cat in a tree, they liked him immediately.
"Yeah?" Liam asked, setting the hatchet down next to the stump he was using too.
"Do you have a minute?" Laura questioned, "I just want to talk."
"I guess…"
It was clear to him that this was the talk he'd been avoiding the whole day. Looking longingly back at the hatchet, silently wishing he was still chopping wood, Liam followed Laura back inside. Inside the living room now, Laura setting Nathaniel down in the play pen off to the side, Liam stood there awkwardly. A small smile crossed Laura's face as she gestured for Liam to sit.
"Liam, you have to understand that I need to be able to know what is going on. You came here covered in blood, that didn't look to be your own, and covered in dirt. Your eyes were wild," Laura took a deep breath, "Liam I need to know you're safe."
"You wouldn't believe my story if I told you," Liam replied shakily, looking at his hands.
"Try me."
Laura leaned forward, looking Liam right in the eye. There was nothing but truth there, honesty gleaming in her eyes. Taking a deep breath Liam steeled himself for giving Laura the truth. Maybe she'd be able to protect herself knowing. His stepdad and his mother died because they didn't know the truth and couldn't protect himself. At least if Laura throws him out it's not like he'd gotten too attached.
"Do you believe in the supernatural?" Liam asked, "Werewolves, kanimas, kitsunes, banshees?"
"I don't see why not. The world is a very big place," Laura responded, enlacing her fingers.
"I'm a werewolf. A beta werewolf," Liam continued, not looking at her, "I was bit a few years ago, not long after I came to Beacon Hills. My alpha was Scott McCall. Everyone I knew is dead, killed in a massacre. By hunters, they came after the only human in the pack."
"Why the human?"
"Before I joined the pack he had been possessed by a Nogitsune, a dark kitsune that lived off of strife and chaos. They thought he was still possessed. Anyone that got in their way to getting to our only human member they were killed. My family, my pack, my friends. Everyone."
If anything Laura didn't seem pitying, just sympathetic. Her hand rested on Liam's own in a comforting manner. At any moment he could pull away, but he didn't. She lightly squeezed his hand, encouraging him to continue.
"It all came down to one showdown between the pack and the hunters. They killed us all, except for me it seems. I don't know what happened to him, if the hunters killed him or not. He wasn't possessed anymore, the Nogitsune was gone according to the pack, but the Hunters didn't care. I was injected with wolfsbane, right into my bloodstream. Wolfsbane is poisonous to werewolves and… I think I was in a coma," Liam swallowed and blinked tears back, "I woke up once, but then something happened and I was stuck again. The second time I woke up the Hunters were pouring acid on my body. I wolfed up and ran off. I didn't know where I was and I tried to call home, to see if anyone was left. But I didn't have anything and the pull of the moon was so strong. It was hard enough with a pack, but impossible without one. I couldn't hold back my wolf."
Liam wiped a few stray tears off his face. This was getting hard to do. The words were coming out shaky, his voice cracking. All Laura did was listen however, listen to him talk. The images from when he lost control of his wolf forming in his mind. A young girl with a short blonde haircut and startling blue eyes, blood dribbling out of her mouth as Liam stabbed her with his claws.
"I think I killed someone, lots of people," Liam took a shaky breath, "I couldn't control it. I don't… I don't… I didn't wa-ant too…"
Before he knew what was happening Liam was gathered up in a tight hug from Laura. Without his consent, sobs tore out of his chest. Everything was rushing forward. He hadn't had time to properly grieve. To him everything had just happened yesterday. There was nothing left of the pack bond, everything was torn to shreds. Barely even a thread was left.
"It's okay, you'll be okay," Laura whispered to him, wiping the tears off his cheeks, "You have us now."
"You believe me?"
"I know a god Liam, his nephew is the father of werewolves."
**********TWM**********
What no one knew was that Stiles overheard the conversation between the other Avengers. Despite the women protecting him from the others, he knew the others had a point. Sam and Rhodes were just looking out for the others. What if he had actually managed to attack Steve or Tony? They… they would be the ones struggling to survive right now. Him getting hurt was bad enough. But them. Stiles didn't even want to think about that.
"You're shaking again," Derek told him, not looking up from the book he was reading.
Eyes flickering down to his hands, which were shaking, Stiles clenched his fists to control it. They were right. Especially with the Nogitsune back Stiles was a, what was the word?, liability. Before he could decide what to truly do (leave or stay?) Steve and Tony entered the room. Dark bags were shadowed beneath Steve's eyes, Tony's face drawn tightly. The tears returned again, blurring Stiles' vision. Shutting his eyes tightly Stiles tried to hold back the tears, but a few slid down his cheeks.
"I'm so, so sorry Steve," Stiles croaked out.
"What's the diagnosis?" Derek asked hesitantly.
Opening his eyes again Stiles looked up at Steve. The older male collapsed on the chair next to him, drawing Stiles close in a hug. Whereas Tony rubbed a hand down his tired face, scrubbing at his eyes before looking at the two.
"It's touch and go for the week, though it doesn't look good," Tony told them.
A choked sob escaped Stiles. This was all his fault. Burying his face in Steve's chest, hearing the uneven breathing from his most responsible guardian, he soaked in the comfort. It was selfish. This was Steve's best friend, his amnesiac best friend, fighting for his life in the hospital.
"I'm so so-orry," Stiles sobbed.
"Ssh, ssh. It's not your fault," Steve told him, his voice choked with his own tears.
"It is, I… I tried to kill you!"
"You were sleepwalking. Buck is strong, he'll be fine."
"Let's go home," Tony cut in.
**********TWM**********
Flinging himself through the air, looking through the tinted covering over the mask, Stiles followed the van driving recklessly through the intersection. Technically he was supposed to be at school, but recently he had been ditching. Bucky, Steve's best friend from forever ago, was fighting for his life due to something that Stiles had done. Even if Steve didn't say it, Stiles could see the resentment in his eyes occasionally. No one would tell Stiles how it truly happened either, how it ended up being Bucky freaking Barnes getting stabbed.
"It's Spiderman!" a little girl exclaimed as he flung by.
Getting close enough now to stop the van, the armored van that was supposed to transport prisoners, Stiles flung out a web that wrapped around the back two tires before he pulled. The van stopped abruptly before Stiles dropped down on top. Gunshots rang out as they shot where he was but, due to his spider sense, he managed to get out of the way of each and every bullet. One did manage to graze him however, barely. Searing pain exploded across his leg, but with a quick spray with the webbing against his leg, before he stood up fully. The doors opened from the back of the van.
There was a building overhang nearby and Stiles shot his webbing at it. Now above the van, Stiles shot webbing at the guns. Flicking his hands to the side, the weapons were ripped out of their hands. One tried to run and Stiles caught him quickly, hanging him from a streetlight. Then he tied up the other prisoners.
"Why don't you guys hang out here until the cops come," Stiles suggested with a small smirk.
"F*ck you!" the main prisoner that was hanging from the street lamp exclaimed.
"Maybe later," Stiles replied sending them a mock salute, "But you aren't exactly my type."
The main prisoner gaped at him as Stiles left. A small laugh bubbled up as he remembered the wide eyed look and the gaping mouth. That would leave the prisoner in shock long enough to not fight the police when they came to take them back to prison. A soft sigh escaped Stiles' lips as he returned to the alley way that he and Derek practiced his abilities originally. Climbing onto the chains Stiles listened for any other sounds of sirens. He waited until when school would end before making his way home.
Backpack slung over his shoulder, earbuds in, and music blaring Stiles skated down the sidewalk. It was pretty easy avoiding pedestrians. When it came to someone skating down the sidewalk people tended to avoid them. There were always those few people that didn't pay attention and Stiles had to avoid them, but otherwise he didn't have to do a thing.
Stopping outside the tower, kicking the skateboard up and grabbing it, Stiles went inside. Then he heard the sound of a news report, talking about him. He was so shocked he ran head first into the doorframe. Pain exploded across his face, Stiles holding his face. What he didn't see was Steve glancing over at him.
"I'm assuming you've heard of Spiderman?" Steve asked, getting up and handing Stiles an icepack.
In response Stiles shrugged, ever since Tony finally snapped and told him to stop apologizing he hadn't spoken again. Entering the room with Steve Stiles looked over his shoulder, noticing that he had the news report up on his computer. While it was hard to see anything, obviously taken on a phone camera, Stiles could clearly see his suit. Tugging on his shirt, feeling the suit underneath it, Stiles glanced over at Steve.
"He's a kid, he shouldn't be out there," Steve sighed, running a hand through his short blonde hair.
While he didn't exactly agree with Steve's sentiment there, he didn't say anything. Shrugging once again Stiles walked out of the room. Before he went that far Stiles heard the phone ring. Steve picked up the phone and Stiles couldn't help but overhear it.
~Is this Steve Rogers-Stark?~ the person over the phone asked.
"Yes," Steve replied evenly.
~I'm sorry to inform you but James Buchanan Barnes passed away last night in his sleep~
There was nothing but silence in the room. For a few moments there was only the sound of the humming of the computer monitors and the whooshing of the fan. Glancing back into the room Stiles saw Steve hunched over, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Grief was drawn across Steve's face, it was the first time Steve looked anywhere close to his proper age.
"I'll come by tomorrow to pick up his stuff," Steve managed to say, hanging up a second later.
Before Steve could know he was there Stiles fled the hallway. His uncle caught sight of him slamming the door to his room, but surprisingly he didn't come into the room. Not yet at least. Throwing his backpack on the bed, the zipper undone and scattering the unused school equipment across the blankets.
Stiles had only met Bucky around two times, near the beginning of his time living here. The first time was before he had officially known who he was. Bucky had climbed through the window of his room, scaring the crap out of Stiles might he add, before managing to convince the boy that he wasn't here to hurt anyone. It was Bucky that had officially told him about the Hunters of Artemis and a little bit about the background, admitting that he had actually trained Rebekah and Chantel himself. After giving Stiles a gift, surprisingly enough it wasn't something Stiles would imagine an ex-assassin gifting someone, Bucky left the room. In the morning Stiles thought for sure it was a dream, until he caught sight of the pendant on his bedside table. The pendant had a leather strap with the McCall pack symbol dangling as the pendant part. On the side that rested on his chest was the names of all the pack carved in.
The second time was on complete accident. It was one of the many times Stiles left to visit Liam, without one of the others with him, and he had decided to go through the back alleys. Someone dropped down next to him, startling Stiles enough to turn around abruptly. Standing there was Bucky, his arms crossed over his chest. The two stayed quiet until Stiles inclined his head in recognition before continuing his walking. Bucky followed him until he was safely inside the hospital. It wasn't until later that he realized that someone had been following him before Bucky came along. Ever since then Stiles tried to keep an eye out for Bucky, realizing that the other man was probably following him. Which was proven true just a few nights ago.
"Hey," Steve leaned against the doorframe, having opened the door, "You okay?"
Stiles looked up, not having heard the door open since he was so entrapped in his thoughts. Shaking his leg, causing the arm resting on it to bounce with it, Stiles looked away again. This time he heard Steve walking towards him. Once Steve sat down Stiles answered.
"Not really," Stiles managed to force out, running a hand through his hair.
"You want to talk about it?" Steve asked.
Drawing his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth, Stiles thought about it. Did he really want to talk to Steve about it? Sure, Steve had taken him in under his wing (with Tony) but did that mean he actually wanted to tell Steve about his guilt. For goodness sake Steve should be kicking Stiles onto the street right now! He had killed Steve's best friend!
"I killed him," Stiles managed to say, running a hand through his mussed up hair.
"You were sleepwalking Stiles," Steve replied softly, tugging the teenage boy close, "None of us blame you."
Taking a deep breath Stiles lightly pulled away from Steve. Taking one last look at Stiles, Steve got up and left the room. Once the door closed behind Steve, Stiles pulled his shirt to the side. There was no sign of the lightning like effect that the poison that held the Nogitsune back on him. Then again they thought it was gone so he wasn't expecting to see it. Instead he caught sight of the spider bite, the grotesque looking spider bite, on his shoulder.
**********TWM**********
It was rather pathetic, honestly, how easily they found the wolf. A farmhouse, did he really think that would protect him from them? With Ashan back, Azar on their side, and Dyana willing to listen to her every command this should be easy. Silently wondering what exactly to do to draw the wolf out, Rebekah scanned the farmhouse. Of course the humans inside would have to die, they were only minor casualties. If they caught sight of them they would die, whether or not they escape the house. If they somehow manage to escape the house and not notice them, well, they might survive. No promises, Chantel and Azar seemed in a particularly murderous mood today.
"Ashan, smoke them out," Rebekah ordered, hefting her bow and arrow (her sword was her preferred weapon but this way she didn't have to get close to incapacitate the werewolf) on to her shoulder, "Azar, be ready to burn the house down."
By her side Ashan returned to his smoke form, spreading out and entering the farmhouse. A ball of purple flames appeared in Azar's hand, curling around her wrist and fingertips as if greeting her. However Rebekah watched, a crazed smirk on her face, as the family of four rushed out with Liam not far behind. Ashan retreated outside as Azar threw the fireball, hitting the roof of the house. More fireballs followed, soon the whole house was ablaze.
Aiming the arrow expertly at Liam, kanima venom mixed with wolfsbane dripping off the end, Rebekah let it loose. The arrow whistled through the air, striking Liam in the calf. He roared with rage, collapsing to the ground. Blue eyes, the eyes of those that have killed innocents, glimmered in the fading light. She was so close, so close to releasing Void. The death of the last remaining member of his pack, the last remaining member, was so delicious. Rebekah wanted to remain in this moment forever, have this amazing feeling stay inside her. The rushing joy and pride that she got whenever she was about to kill someone.
"Liam!" the woman, brown haired with a kind face, exclaimed.
"Wolfsbane," the werewolf growled, in his beta form.
Almost calmly Rebekah strode out of the tree line, putting the bow in its spot over her shoulder. The rest of the Hunters of Artemis followed her, Ashan returning to human form on the other side of Azar. However his hands and feet were still smokey, much like Azar's hair was flaming and Dyana had the smoke and sparks swirling around her. Rose had the bat over her shoulder, smirking at the sight of Liam's face. Chantel was twirling two katanas, looking exceptionally dangerous right now with the insanity gleaming in her eyes. Ryan was holding two pistols, one aimed right between the only adult other than them. The mother of the three children. And lastly Marina, she had a chain sickle. The chain side had a little ball at the end with spikes, almost like a mace.
"Liam," Rebekah said with a small smirk coming closer, "It's nice to see you again."
"Can't say the same," Liam ground out, breaking the edge of the arrow but not removing the tip from his leg.
"So you do remember us," Chantel cut in.
"Of course I do, you killed my pack!"
"Ah, not all of them," Rose added with a small pout.
"Void survived, trapped inside the human," Marina joined in, stepping forwards.
"We need you to bring him out," Ryan said meekly.
"Me?" Liam asked in shock.
"Your death will release Void," Rebekah announced, "And Void is what we want."
The delicious fear rose in Liam, his eyes growing. Obviously he had heard about all that Void had done before he had come to Beacon Hills. Good, good. Rebekah wanted him to be scared. That fear made her feel powerful. Besides, she didn't want him to be calm when the light faded from his eyes. That just wasn't any fun now was it? Pulling out the fake nails, so sharp that they could cut through anything cleanly, Rebekah put them on her fingers. They were curved and sharp, made of the same material as Captain America's shield, with some decorations on the part that connected to her fingers.
"Any last words Liam?" Rebekah asked, even as Dyana came close.
"Yeah," Liam replied, looking Rebekah right in the eyes, "You're not going to get away with this."
"You'll find I already have."
With that Rebekah dug the claws into Liam's neck, the skin breaking easily. Off to the side Laura pushed the kids behind her, forcing them not to watch, holding Nathaniel close. To her utter amazement Liam only winced, otherwise he kept a poker face. Before Rebekah could do anything else the sound of a gunshot went off. It hit her in the shoulder. A cry of shock escaped her, even as she jolted. However it only helped her to tear out Liam's throat, the blood splattering everywhere. The claws on her fingers dripped with blood, even as the blue light faded from Liam's eyes. A second later he collapsed to the ground as if a puppet with its strings cut. Pain exploded across her shoulder.
More gunshots rang out, but soon it was all quiet. Dyana came over, taking one look at Rebekah's shoulder before using her fingers to remove the bullet. It was extremely painful, but soon Dyana had removed the bullet. Blood dripped off of the other girls fingers, even as she boiled the bullet until nothing was left but the melted metal.
"They got away," Ryan growled, "Ashan and Chantel are following their tracks. Shouldn't be long until they find them."
"Good, can't leave any witnesses," Rebekah replied as Marina wrapped up her shoulder.
"At least we killed the werewolf," Rose replied, smashing in the werewolf's skull with her bat (well, technically Stiles' bat but Rose had claimed it as hers now).
"Just to kill off that pesky family," Dyana replied.
"Burn the body Azar, leave no remains. Then join us at the rendezvous point," Rebekah ordered.
Before agreeing to the order, Azar turned at Dyana. There was no hesitation when Dyana nodded. Anger filled Rebekah, how dare she look at Dyana to make sure it was okay! She was in charge! No one else! Even Dyana had to follow her orders. No one was allowed to undermine her.
Purple flames surrounded the body of the wolf, the Hunters of Artemis and Dyana returning to the rendezvous point. Their job was almost complete.
Miles away one Stiles Stilinski screamed in pain, curling up in a tight ball. The pack bond between him and Liam severing painfully, bringing unimaginable pain.
IMPORTANT NOTE! PLEASE READ!
So, I'm not abandoning this I swear. I'm going on a class trip where I will be unable to update for a little over a week. If I don't reply to your reviews it's because I can't. I try so hard to get back to you guys, especially if you have questions, but I won't be able to. I know I don't update often anyways but usually I have some sort of way to let you guys know I'm not dead. Yeah. Not dead, not abandoning this fic, promise.
Me: Okay, now that that's off my chest (english, I swear…). Hey guys! So um yeah, Liam and Bucky are dead. I apologize, not really, but it's for the plot I swear. There's only like four or five chapters left max.
Stiles: Then she's doing another Teen Wolf crossover to take up the time for when Season 6 is on.
Me: Yeah… I have so many things I'm writing. Also my life is kinda hectic right now and there's so many health issues I seem to be having sooooo there's that.
Stiles: She's been kinda stressed so please be nice to her, for all our sakes.
Review Here → This is the day we give our own lives away and we won't do what they say anymore. We won't walk but we'll run, until all freedom we've won and we will know what this fight was for.