Stiles was lying on the floor, his vision hazy. Through the haze over his eyes, he saw Kate. She was wearing skin tight jeans with a length of ammo wrapped around her waist and another slung over her shoulder and clipped over her back. She was wearing a white shirt covered by an unbuttoned forest green jacket. Her hazelnut hair fell to her shoulders and her brown eyes were fixated on Derek, to Stiles' right, who still hadn't noticed Stiles had been shot. Stiles didn't say anything; he just lay there in silence, trying to keep his breathing steady. Neither of them looked at Stiles, but they kept their gaze fixated on each other. Stiles couldn't help but feel like he was interrupting a private moment.
Suddenly, they both moved, as Kate jumped forwards through the destroyed wooden wall of the Hale house, as Derek side-stepped to move closer towards Stiles, hovering in front of him. Derek held his arms up in front of him, in a defensive stance. He was protecting him. Stiles stirred, trying to protest, but the noise was drowned out as Kate lunged forward, closing the space between herself and Derek in a heartbeat. Derek dropped forwards, his back arched and his legs bent, allowing himself to partially transform as his fangs and canines grew outwards, and his werewolf hair grew through. Derek let out a terrifying roar which made Stiles jump and covered him in goose bumps, even though it was aimed at Kate. A warning. Stay away.
Derek's saliva flew through the air, landing on Kate's clothes. She looked at it, then at Derek. Then, she raised an eyebrow. "You really haven't gotten any better." She said mysteriously, before flashing Derek a taunting smirk. It had the desired effect. Derek lunged forwards and left his protecting of Stiles, to attack Kate. He swung for her, trying to scratch his claws along her chest, long enough to get a grip on her and rip her head out with his teeth. But Kate was too fast for him. She waited until Derek was just about to hit her, then she moved out of the way and pulled his arm backwards, causing Derek to fall forwards, through the dinner table with a deafening crack and to the floor. Stiles watch in horror as Kate stepped towards him, drew back her foot and kicked him in the ribs. The pain in his body was immense. His vision was compromised even further. He could barely see. He could barely stay awake. He just wanted to succumb to the pain, and fall into unconsciousness. But he couldn't. He had to do something. But what? He didn't want Derek to die here. But he didn't want to die here either. What was happening? He didn't even know. Nothing was clear anymore.
It was as if someone had tied lead weights to Stiles' eyelids, as he had to fight to keep his eyes open. He saw the terror in Derek's eyes, locked on him. Stiles knew he looked a mess. He needed to re-assure Derek. Anything that could help him win this, and kill that bitch. The hate Stiles felt for Kate... he was surprised she couldn't feel the waves of hate penetrating from him and piercing her body. If only they would. That would at least give Derek an advantage. "Focus." Stiles thought to himself, as it took him a colossal amount of effort to contract the muscles in his face to smile at Derek. It was the only form of encouragement he could muster. Derek continued to stare at Stiles for a moment, then recognised flashed in his beautiful eyes. He nodded slightly, and then turned his attention to Kate, who was stood next to Stiles, waiting for Derek to attack again. At this point, she was still just fucking around with him.
Derek had to get inbetween Stiles and Kate again. He couldn't allow her to hurt him like that again. Nobody would hurt Stiles like that, ever.
"Having fun?" Kate asked, obviously aware of Derek's train of thought. She knew she had him. She was much more intelligent when it came to combat. She knew that Derek's focus was Stiles. She had seen them in the forest. She knew that look in Derek's eyes. He loved Stiles, and he would do anything to protect him. That was the look Derek had once given her, a long time ago. Was it jealousy? Kate didn't know her reasons, she just knew that she wanted to do this. She didn't care that she was destroying the both of them. Apart from Stiles, nobody cared about Derek anyway. Nobody would miss him, except maybe that Scott boy... but she didn't care about that. She was more concerned about Stiles... He had a father. A family. And friends. Not only that, but his father was the chief of police. If she killed him, he wouldn't let it go. Her plan formulated in her mind. She was going to kill Derek, but let Stiles live. She would have to hurt him enough to keep him there, and then escape. A smile formed on her lips as her plan came to fruition. Pulling the shotgun out, which was strapped to her back, Kate loaded it and jammed it into Stiles' temple, who was laying on the floor next to her. She didn't even need to shoot him. From the damage his body had sustained... he'd be dead in half an hour.
"Get on the floor," Kate said. "Or I'll kill him."
Derek did not hesitate. He dropped to the floor in defeat, his hands behind his head.
"Well..." Kate taunted, "This was a lot easier than I thought it would be, Hale." Her sadistic cackle echoed around the house.
Stiles was dying. He knew it. A tear spilled over his eyelid and silently fell down the side of his face, then to the floor. Kate was stood so close to him, if only he had the strength to strike her down and kill her. He needed to do something. He needed to help Derek. Stiles looked around for something, anything that could help him. Then, he saw it. A knife, which had fallen from the table when Derek fell through it. It was within Stiles' reach, but he'd have to grab it without Kate noticing. She was still talking to Derek, but Stiles was so out of it and focused on the knife, he could barely hear her. He stretched his arm out to reach the knife. It brushed against his fingertips, but he couldn't grasp it. Pushing his body through the flames of the pain, Stiles got a grip on the knife and pulled it back towards his body. He had grabbed it by the blade, which cut his fingers, but he didn't even care anymore. He was probably going to die anyway. Turning the knife around and holding it by the handle, Stiles used the cupboard behind him to pull himself into a sitting position. His ribs were screaming in pain. Getting a good grip on the knife, he leaned forward and plunged it into the back of Kate's leg. She let out a howl of pain, and fell to her knees. But it wasn't enough for Stiles. He wanted her dead. He plunged it into her back, straight through her beating heart. Not anymore. Blood squirted around the kitchen, but Stiles couldn't fight it anymore. He finally gave into the pain, and fell unconscious.
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