"That's what your dad did! He's a coward, if he'd been a real cop, my dad would be where Parrish is!" He yells.
Stiles hides behind the bookshelves. He's the coward. He's the coward compared to his mom. Who tried to fight it until the end. Unlike his father, who saves lives everyday. He can't understand why this kid's here. Why he isn't half way to Mexico right now. Tracy was gone. Wasn't this kid facing murder charges..,...….
"Come out and face me! Face me like the man your father will never be!"
He doesn't grab that bait. He steps up against the Japanese fiction section, when he feels claws grab at his waist. Sure enough He's caught him. Donovan's literally trying to rip him in half through the bookcase. He's swiping and trying to elbow him. But that doesn't stop him, this "thing" from grabbing him by the neck, and dragging him through the shelves. It feels like he's being shoved through a meat grinder...…..
"Fuck!"
"I want fucking answers!" Donovan yells and throws his victim on a table, nearly fifty fangs glaring at him.
"I'll give them to you!" Stiles groans, clutching his shoulder, again.