Stiles was driving to the Police station. He was trying to get himself together. How is he going to tell dad? He was afraid. Stiles was afraid of facing his father. He had no idea what will come out of this.
The wrench was lying on the seat next to him. Stiles looked at it, again realizing that he probably has lost Scott.
Some smoke started to rise from the engine. It was getting into the car and Stiles was starting to suffocate from the smoke. The car stopped and Stiles quickly jumped out of the car. He was coughing and his vision was blurry. Stiles angrily smashed the car door and went for his little case with wrenches. Everything was just crap. He felt anger flowing through him and threw the case to the ground. When he picked the case again and opened it, he realized that there was one wrench missing. The one what was lying on the seat in the car. Stiles took a few deep breaths. He grabbed the case and threw it into the distance. He went for the wrench in the car and wanted to throw it away like the case. But something stopped him. He turned around and looked at his broken Jeep. Even the Jeep let him down. He threw the wrench at the windshield. It cracked but didn't shatter. Was this maybe a metaphore for Scott and Stiles? Did Stiles still have a chance?
Since when did he start having these agressive outbursts? Was this a different form of his hyperactivity? He very much noticed how he is now much calmer, sometimes he has the urge to move his hands, legs... But it isn't that often anymore and it is usually created by stress, worry and other similiar things. He felt tired now, tired from everything. So he just sat down by the Jeep and started into the darkness of the night.
He sat there quite a long time, just breathing in the fresh air mixed with the smoke going out of the engine.
Dawn was here. He had to do something now. He needs to get his car to be taken to the mechanic and somehow get to his dads. He called Malia to pick him up.
It hurt him to see his Roscoe to be taken away. It was like his hope for Scott's friendship was leaving him.
"Can they fix it?" Malia asked when they were driving away from that place.
"There is not enough duct tape in the world to fix that thing."
"Maybe you should try something other than duct tape."
"No, it's not that simple. It's got a bad is bad. The pedal breaks are basically metal on metal."
"How come you let it get so bad?"
"There's been a few distractions if you haven't notice."
"I noticed. More than you think I do."
"I didn't mean it like that..."
"Am I taking you home?"
"No, Sheriff's station. I gotta talk to my dad."
Now he felt the hole between them two. It was right there. Is this the end for them? Malia didn't care about him being a demon and maybe that was the problem, too. Stiles cared too much. It troubeled him everyday. He surely loved her but the spark of the relationship was just gone. He promised to himself in this moment to always take care about her. Even if they weren't together.
"You want me to go in with you? Malia asked when she parked the car.
"Nah, that's okay. It's probably just gonna take a while.
"Are you gonna tell me what's happening? Something is wrong. Definitely."
"Me? Well, what do you think... Everything is wrong. I did things which are just unforgivable!"
"It doesn't matter to me..."
"Yeah, well, it matters to me." With these words Stiles opened the door and got out of the car.
He entered the station. A blondhaired deputy stopped him and said: "If you are looking for the Sherrif, he is not here. The Sheriff left a half an hour ago. He is on his way back."
"Okay, uh, thanks. So I'll wait in his office."
He sat down in the office. He felt weird. The moment was closing up and he still didn't know what to tell his father. Suddenly, he felt a rush of energy through him. It was the demon energy. He wondered why this happened. He turned around and looked thorugh the windows. He noticed that Parrish with a emotionless face was approaching to the deputies. He quickly stood up and rushed through the door.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Get back! Stand out of his way!" Stiles screamed. The deputies obeyed. Stiles didn't know why but they didn't say a thing and just did what he told them to.
Parrish went out of the door and Stiles followed. He saw that Parrish had some kind of a car where he stocked up the chimeras.
Stiles tried to call Scott but he didn't pick up. Only Theo apparently read his message and arrived.
"Sorry, I got here the fastest I could."
"We gotta go. Now! Parrish's got the bodies."
"Hey, Stiles, wait."
"We gotta find Scott, we gotta tell him."
"Stiles!" Theo screamed and Stiles stopped himself for a moment.
"I don't think Scott wants to talk to you right now."
"Yeah, I know. It doesn't matter. He needs to know about this."
"Stiles, Scott doesn't wanna talk to you. But I think your dad does." Theo showed him a keycard. It was his keycard.
"What is the fucker doing now?!" Stiles thought.
"Your dad was looking for you, Stiles. Found me instead."
"Where is he?"
"I covered for you. This was taken care of. Pity that it was found at the hospital," he tapped at the keycard,"guess that even the son of a cop can make mistakes!"
"Did you hurt him?"
"I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills. I'm here for a pack. I came fot the were-coyote. What it's first instincts is to kill. I came for the banshee. The girl surrounded by death. I came for the dark kitsune! The beta with anger issues. I came for void Stiles! That's the pack I want! Unfortunetly, it doesn't include Scott."
Stiles could feel the hatred raising against this boy. His anger was building up in him.
"Your heartbeat is raising Stiles. It's not because you are afraid. The Nogitsune is gone. But you still have got more blood on your hands than any of us."
"I'm about to get more," Stiles said deadly serious.
"I'll tell you where your dad is. If you promise not to help Scott."
Stiles clenched his hand into a fist and punched Theo.
Theo just laughed. "There he is! That's void Stiles! It felt good, didn't it?"
Stiles punched him once more. He made the punch hard and Theo fell to the ground."
It really did feel good. He started to feel a little bloodlust now. He wanted to see Theo bleed.
"We won't tell Scott. You can't lose your best friend, right? Even though we both know you never needed him!"
Stiles threw himself on him and pinned Theo to the ground. He was watching him with spite in his face.
"You hate me now but you'll get it eventually. This is the hard part. You can't help Scott and save your dad's life! You still got time, Stiles. You still got time."
Who is he going to choose? It needs to be his father! He is just human. Scott can defend himself, right? Stiles can't lose another parent. He can't kill his dad, too.
So Theo told him where he is. And he was there. Stiles ran to him and fell on his knees, checking his injuries. He hold his hand as if he wanted to take away his pain, like Scott can do. But it didn't do anything. It didn't take any pain away. He couldn't do what Scott could.
He took him to the hospital. His dad lost a lot of blood but they made it in time. Now he was in the care of the doctors. He is safe. What should he do now? He needs to to to Scott!
He rushed out of the hospital and looked around. He had no car. He arrived with the ambulance. So he decided to run. He ran and ran, realizing that tears are flowing down his cheeks. He stopped after seversl minutes to catch s breath. He was near the woods now. He leaned against one tree and tried to calm himself down.
He looked down at his hands. His knuckles weren't hurt at all. When he looked up again, he jumped up in suprise. Somebody was standing in front of him. A tall man.
"Ehm," Stiles coughed a bit, "sir?" The man stepped a few steps closer. Now Stiles saw his face. He had
the bluest eyes he has ever seen.
"Can I help you?"
The man smiled at him and a row of white teeth showed up.
"Good evening, Czarnobóg."
"How do you know my name?"
"Oh, I know a lot of things about you."
"Who are you?" Stiles demanded.
"My name is Abaddon. And I'm here for you."
