*beep* *beep*
Stiles is save. He's here
A sigh of relief escaped my lips. The text is from Mr. Stilinski. I don't know why he has my number, but I'm happy that he has. "Guys, Stiles is save. He's home," I told mainly Scott and Isaac. We were at my house with Derek and Peter, apparently there is something here what Peter needs for a new plan to take Gerard down.
Scott nodded, telling me that it's ok if I leave to see him. I gave him a smile, not bothering to tell Derek that I'm going to Stiles. I haven't forgiven him for working along with our uncle, that tried to murder him and has murdered our sister.
A few minutes later I knocked on the door waiting for Stiles or Mr. Stilinski to open the door. I tap my foot impatiently on the floor. "Hey Alicia, glad you're here. Stiles is in his room. You know the way," Mr. Stilinski said opening the door further so I could walk inside.
I basically run up the stairs and take a deep breath before knocking on Stiles' bedroom door. "Dad, I said I'm fine," Stiles said in irritation not opening the door, so I knocked again earning a loud sigh and a few grunts before the door finally opened.
My eyes immediately scanned over his face. A deep cut covered his right cheek and a huge graze the other. "You're father let me in," I told him barely making a sound.
He nodded not avoiding my staring eyes. I took a step forward pushing him slightly so we could go inside. "What happened to you?" I whispered closing the door.
"Oh, uh - yeah, no, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. I'm fine," he muttered, not giving me much of an answer.
Tears welled up in my eyes, I should've killed Gerard when I had the chance. I should've ripped him in pieces before could've hurt anyone. "Stiles, it's not fine. It was Gerard wasn't it?"
He looked away, silently agreeing. "I should've stopped him when he threatened me. I should've killed him, I- "
Stiles grabbed my shoulders staring deeply in my eyes. "When did he threatened you?"
A tear escaped my left eye, which Stiles gently brushed away with his thumb. "R-right before you made your first goal. He told me if I wouldn't give him Derek, he would hurt you. Scott told me I should keep an eye on you, and I didn't. It's my fault, I was too busy with Jackson that I forget about looking out for you. And now see what happened he hurt you a-and - "
Stiles interrupted my blabbering by hugging me tightly. I sobbed silently in his shoulder, not being able to hold my tears back. It's all too much right now, Stiles got hurt, watching Lydia's grief, Peter back alive and Jackson's death. At some point it's enough.
Stiles gently rubbed my back, patiently waiting for me to calm down. "This isn't your fault ok. You couldn't have stopped him. The guy is sick, wicked," I nodded letting go of his embrace.
Someone knocked on the door so I turned around and opened it not bothering to clean the make-up of off my face. My jaw dropped as the person knocking on the door isn't Mr. Stilinski, as I expected it to be, but Lydia martin. I quickly embraced her noticing the tears forming in her eyes. "I'm so sorry," I apologized, not only for her boyfriends death, but also about all the secrets and lies I had to tell her.
"it's ok. You have to read this," she said showing me her phone. My eyes grew wide as I took my own phone out of my pocket. 20 missed calls and a text. I walked over to Stiles and showed it to him.
Jackson is alive. come quickly and bring Lydia!
"Hey Lydia, how much do you know?" I asked her putting my phone back in my pocket.
"Pieces. Half of it's like a dream," she said waiting for us to explain more.
Stiles stepped forward so he would stand beside me "yeah, well, guess what? The other half is like a freaking nightmare," Stiles snapped.
"I don't care Stiles, we can save him. Lydia can save him," I told him getting frustrated. I we can help him, we should. he's not just a kanima, and yes there were times I would've loved to kill him. But know that I actually thought he was dead, seeing Lydia like this, we have to help him.
Stiles turned to me "see, that's the problem. You - you don't care about getting hurt. But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind. You see, death doesn't happen to you, Alicia. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh? And look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?" Stiles shouted, me backing up a little.
"Hey, Lydia wait!," he yelled his eyes wide. I turned around watching Lydia storm out of the door.
"It's okay. I'll find him myself!" she shouted before I heard a door slam.
Stiles threw his hands up in defeat "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
I shook my head side to side "I's ok Stiles, I'm scared of losing you too. But we have to find Scott right now," I said walking out of the door as well, followed by Stiles. We're gonna save Jackson
"Lydia Come on, get in the car," we pulled over next to Lydia who fierce fully walked down the street. I got into the backseat, so she could step in the front.
"Lydia just remember, Jackson might not be Jackson right now when we arrive okay. So all you need to do is, let him see who he really is," I explained the plan to her. I know it's not much but that's all we got. Lydia can make the Kanima see who he really is, only she can. She nodded taking a deep breath.
"Ok, hold on tight. I'm gonna drive through this wall," Stiles said staring at the wall of a abended building in front of us. I sat back, making myself ready for the crash. Stiles pressed down the gas, driving through the wall on full speed hitting Jackson in the process.
"Did I get him?" Stiles asked with a shaky breath glancing at me. But before I could answer the Kanima jumped on top of the car. Lydia, Stiles started screaming as I started growling, my fangs and claws extending. We climbed as fast as we could out of the car me falling on the cement next to Stiles, feeling a little bit dizzy. I guess I had bumped my head pretty hard while driving through the wall.
I looked up at Lydia to see her holding the key to Jackson house in front of him. He had stopped hissing, staring intensely. He recognizes it. Jackson slowly started to transform into himself again taking the key from Lydia. He then looked at Lydia sadly backing away from here.
I glanced at Derek, who's glancing at Peter already knowing their next move. I tried to stand back up, but I couldn't, I was too dizzy. Jackson nodded slightly at Derek before him and Peter sprinted over to him and sunk both of their claws into Jackson who let out a loud gasp. Their killing him
"Noooooooooooooo!" I yelled as he started coughing and gasping for air. Peter and Derek retracted their claws backing away again. Jackson fell to the ground, not being able to stand back up again.
Lydia ran to him crying, as I tried to stand up again with success this time, and clutched myself onto Stiles. "Do you - do you still –" Jackson tried to say in between the coughing.
Lydia sobbed and nodded "I do. I do still love you. I do, I do still love you. I do. I do. I do still love you, I do."
Jackson closed his eyes and collapsed in Lydia's arms. Her sobs got louder and even I couldn't fight my tears back anymore. He might have been a huge pain in the ass, but he didn't deserve to die. Stiles placed his arms around my shoulder as I lean against him. The golden key fell to the ground as Lydia placed his body on the ground. I buried my face inside the crook of Stiles neck, not being able to watch it anymore.
"Where's Gerard," I heard Allison faintly say, but I just didn't care anymore. The man's dying anyway, his scent betrayed him.
A faint sound of claws scratching on the ground made me turn around. Everyone was staring at Jacksons body. his claws, his werewolf claws were extended and his hand was moving. The wounds on his body were healing, and his eyes popped open. Bright blue eyes were staring at the ceiling of the old building. I watched him slowly standing back up and a low howl escaped his lips. He's a werewolf. but how?
I glanced over at Stiles and smiled. This is it then, we defeated the Kanima and saved Jackson. "So do you want to go on a date with me now?" Stiles asked with a wide grin.
I nodded excitedly "Yes, I would love to."
So a really short chapter but this is it! this was the end of season two and ALMOST the end of Little runner. I'm planning to make an epilogue somewhere in the next 2 weeks. i don't know if I'll make a second book. but if I do it will be next year (only on wattpad).
I'll also edit this story (on wattpad), but I have to take a break from it for a while.
