"Can it wait? I need to get to work." He stood in front a mirror adjusting his tie, stretching his neck to get a better angle.
"It really can't." Stiles' voice was ice cold. Rafael turned with his eyebrows up, to see Stiles standing a few feet from him. On the table was a file.. Rafael narrowed his eyes. There was something...off about the little Sillinski. He found himself checking the boy for weapon, before chastising himself. The boy wasn't even ten yet, for Pete's sake! Deciding to humor the boy he sat down. Stiles continued to stand a few feet from the man.
"Okay, what do you need?" Stiles stretched his mouth to show all his teeth. Rafael must have thought he was smiling cause he relaxed. Stiles opened the file on the table and watched as Rafael looked through the pictures. He knew the moment he reached the picture of Scotty's face. With a dark relish, he watched the blood drain out of the man's face.
"I need you to leave Beacon Hills." He said sharply. Rafael composed himself. Putting the pictures down he sat back in his chair, secure in himself.
"And how do you suppose that's gonna happen Stiles. Even if we move-" Stiles cut him off.
"We? You must have misunderstood. You are gonna leave Beacon Hills. Melissa and Scott are staying." Rafael started laughing, cold eyes watching the serious boy.
"Again, who are you to think that's gonna happen?" The boy was nine years old. He could do nothing. He relaxed completely. That was his first mistake.
"I am his mother." Scoffing Rafael smiled with more certainty.
"You may not have gotten this talk from your dad, but it takes a man and woman to have a kid. You are a boy. It's physically impossible or you to have a kid."
"You didn't look at the last page." Shaking his head he picked it up.
"It's not gonna change any-" Rafael went still.
"What the hell is this!" He scanned it again.
"Its a DNA test showing that Scott Mccall, or should I say Scott Stillinski, is my biological son." Stiles really was enjoying this way too much.
"It's physically impossible for you to be his mother." He repeated dumbly. Then his eyes sharpened. "Which means this is forged." Stiles smirked, his eyes glinting darkly.
"Correct. I'm surprised. I didn't think you were intelligent enough to realize what it was." Raphael stiffened and an ugly black look took over his face.
"So why did you come here? To scare me? You're ten, you don't scare me. To make me leave? Why should I? I'm perfectly happy here where I have the job of my dreams and the perfect stress relieve close by." He smirked as a the boys mask crack with rage. That was his second mistake. Raphael blinked as a 9mm Glock was pointed at his head.
"You don't have the balls." For some reason Rafael was terrified. He shouldn't be, he was just a boy, his sons age.
"You have 2 options. One, you leave Beacon hills, divorce yourself from them. Or two, I kill you." Stiles stared at the man in front of him. He would kill him. He knew he would. For Scott. Rafael stared at the boy before Gritting his teeth.
"Like I said you don't have the balls." He smiled and tiled his head as if he didn't care that a loaded gun was pointed at his head. "So why don't yo hurry to school, and me and Scott will have a little... talk...about telling people about our father/son bonding." He smiled, his eyes lazing over as he thought about it. He completely ignored the treat in front of him. That was his final mistake.
"I was going to kill you anyway, but that last comment just makes it that much more satisactory."
"Wha-"
BANG! Blood splattered on the wall as the mans head jerked back. Not wasting a second, Stiles started making it look like a break in/accidental death, satisfied hat he man would never ouch his son again.
He broke a few things arranged Rafaels body moved the blood splatter, and gave the man a few bruises as if he'd fought. With a thought he he melted the gun to a smooth ball so that he could say it was a toy. He cast one last look around and sighed in regret at what this would do to Mrs. Mccall. With a quick step both he and the file disappeared from the house.
Later that night, Rafael Mccall's body was found by his wife coming home. Scott was sent to Stiles' house while their parents were at the station. Stiles' avoided looking at him the whole night. There was no way Scott would understand what he did. he couldn't bare to look at him and see fear or disgust.
Scott didn't put up with that for long.
"You killed him didn't you?" He was certain, and as he saw Stiles flinch and stand from where they were playing COD. His soldier was killed but he didn't care as he stood to follow the boy.
"You killed my.. Rafael?" Scott got up in Stiles space as he tried to make eye contact. Stiles kept avoiding it until Scott reached up with his thin arm and yanked his head forward.
Stiles could have escaped anytime, as he'd been exercising and could now lift up to 80 pounds. (Thank goodness for magic), but there was something compelling about Scott's eyes as they begged for an answer. Stiles felt tears bead his eyes before he forced them away. He was stronger than this. He looked away and nodded. He felt Scott back up and he could feel the blackness of the void he was before he met Scott reach up snuffling every light he'd found with the boy. He could feel his emotions start to lock down, going back to being dead inside. It called strongly and he would gladly embrace it i it meant he wouldn't feel this heartbreak.
He was surrendering to last reach of the void when it shattered inches away from taking him.
Scott backed up when he saw Stiles nod. His Lepene, his Stiles had killed the man that had raised him. He knew now that Rafael wasn't his true father but still. He didn't know what to feel. On one hand the man had terrorized his family, on the other, he was so relieved that he wouldn't be so scared all the time. He just didn't know... He looked p to see Stiles face go blank and his body go still. Scott knew that Stiles always had a blank expression cause he wasn't sure which emotions went where when dealing with people, but Scott could feel how different this blank face was. Through the bond he could feel everything he loved about Stiles disappearing. What was he supposed to do? As he got more desperate, Scott threw away whatever feelings he had Raphael, because hey, screw Rafael he was a mean SOB and he wasn't his actual father. Stiles was his everything. On a desperate impulse he did the only thing he thought he could do.
He hugged his Lepene.
And like that, the soothing sea green he loved pushed back against the black surrounding it, and Stiles magic exploded. It wasn't a big explosion. It felt like a binding that had been there snapped, causing his magic to swell stronger than before. Which truthfully said a lot because Stiles was already powerful enough. It encase his body in cocoon.
Stiles could feel everything around him. He could feel the trees out on the preserve chattering and groaning in the winter wind, he could feel the river as it burbled happily, he could feel feral wolf/human something in the middle property, and most important, he could feel Scott.
Scott and his innocence with edges of darkness, Scott with his ever curious nature, Scott and his warm smile and bright eyes. And Stiles? He cried. For the first time in a long time he let himself crumble and fall into the grief that clawed at his insides, ripping away at whatever connections he could make.
It felt so good, so...freeing.
For the rest of the night the boys clung to the other. Their bond was stronger. They could feel each others heartbeat, could hear the outskirts of each others thoughts without trying very hard, and they could feel their souls entwining in a beautiful dance that lulled them to sleep.
6 months after Scott and Stiles have met/ 1 and a something month since Rafael.
Ever since Stiles' magic grew stronger and he found about all the magic and creatures around him, Stiles was careful to show that he cared for all of them. They were his kin. They were of magic as much as he was. So he made sure to pick up litter that he noticed both on land for the nymphs and the mermaids. Any metal he found he took to the scrap yard and made money from it so it was a win win thing. He carried a very sharp garbage pike, that double as a weapon with mountain ash and wolf's bane infused in it. He found out more about Scott's and his own father. Because they had both found that there ad's were not actually.. their dads. It didn't matter much to hem. They understood why heir dads couldn't see them, if they even knew they existed in the first place.
Oh that knowledge came from some very handy magic books that he had searched for using magic. They were the town vet's office. Turns out that the Hales are werewolves. Stiles' avoided them after he finished reading the copies of the vet's book. He would bet that the vet was a part of their pack, and if they found out that he as budding magic user they'd try to separate Scott from him. As soon as they found out, they'd ask the vet, Deaton, his opinion, and once he referenced his books he would read that budding magi users are dangerous around others until trained. The Hales may be werewolves but they were also human. Human emotions and all.
They'd separate him and Scott 'for their own good' in some adult feeling of superiority, and then Stiles' would have to kill them because if anyone tried to take his son from him, they would have to die. It was just lucky that the Hale kids went to another school.
Other than the Hales, he was good friends with the other creatures. The trees and the mermaids appreciated his efforts in making their lives easier. In the case of the Seelies, he had won them over by growing them lots and lots of food. The look on John Stillinski's face when he noticed the garden taking up the whole backyard (the yard being about 20 by 30 feet,) about 2 weeks after Stiles started it was a mixture of anger and resignation.
He's grown a lot of things. He grew a variety of beans, strawberries, cherries, grapes, squash, lettuce, kale, and some peppermint leaves. He had it growing larger and healthier by using his magic and inherited power as a fertilizer. The fairies were really happy about it and suddenly he had a coven of fairies moving into his back yard. His dad couldn't see them, but they were beautiful. Stiles' room faced that direction, and at any time he could look down and the glowing light of multi colored fairies and it was Beautiful.
Scott followed his example and grew a similar garden for the fairies that migrated to his yard. He too used his magic ,though his inherited power wouldn't help it, to help it be a healthier choice for them.
They explored their magic and their new bond as well. Their souls had melded in a beautiful mix of reds and oranges that Stiles' could watch forever. They can send the other thoughts if they wished which was a very handy thing, as it meant they could talk to each other from their houses no matter the distance.
Stiles was a Grey magic user. It was based in protective magic , which meant that though he could do other things he would always be the best at protective magic. Being a grey user meant that he could use both light and dark magic, a non racist magic. Scott's words not his. He had earth manipulation power, with water manipulation as well from his real dad's side of the family it turned out. Stiles had found his mom's diaries, which she had written in about the affair. Hoping to find a similar passage in his mom's diary, Scott had stolen her diary on the low chance of there actually being an affair. Imagine their surprise when they discovered that Melissa also had an affair about the same time. Though definitely with different men.
The earth and water powers that he would be connected to plants, animals, and bodies of water around him that allowed him to have control of them in a way. It also connected him to people, as people were creatures of earth and were 70% water. It turns out he was feeling others emotions which was why he sought Scott in the cafeteria. He could feel bruises or broken bones, or cancer, pretty much anything negative affecting the human body as if he was the one with the injury, It caused him unimaginable pain to go to the hospital and be around all those injured people, but he couldn't very well tell Melissa why he avoided the hospital so he dealt with it. He could take one look at someone and to see their health level, and he could cjange a person's age by a either 15 years forward or backwards.
Scott on the other hand was Light. His magic was based in reactive magic. It meant that his magic reacted to a threat. Stiles could offensive magic anytime he wanted, but Scott's would only react to a direct threat. But like Stiles he could do other things as well, like levitating, and picking locks, opening doors, cleaning his room, and things like that.
His inherited fire powers allowed him to create fire anywhere but on water. Heat didn't effect him anymore as they found out when he accidentally picked up a hot pan from an oven with no mitt. He could see people behind walls if he focused. Heat signatures, Stiles found out. He could control a person's body temperature with a touch if he wished. They found that out when they had overworked themselves, Scott had his arm around Stile shoulder wishing to cool off. Suddenly their body temp went down about 20, so afterwards they were real careful about practicing with fire magic in general. Though he was also really connected with metals too. He could look at a car, or a bus, or any machine and tell you what parts went where, and give him a second and he could give you a metal sculpture om a few scraps
And as much as Stiles wanted to believe otherwise he knew that they couldn't remain low key forever. It was better to start learning now rather than later when they needed it. So Stiles dragged Scott up every morning at 5:00 so that they could jog from one house to the other for 2 hours each morning. they lifted weights and soon they were physically improving which in turn boosted their magic, as their magic was highly in tuned with their bodies. Stiles signed them up or hand to hand combat and staff training in the next town over.
By the time that Summer was over, and they started school., they were no longer the scrawny boys they had been. Stiles was a good 5'4 and growing, and Scott was a 5'2 and growing, even though it was obvious that Stiles would remain the tallest. They were lean and had muscles along their arms and legs and the beginnings of a six pack on them. All in all they were looking good for a 10 and 9 year old.
When they walked into the school, eyes followed them, even though they were oblivious to the whole thing. They were too wrapped in each other to notice much of anything. And they stayed that way until almost the end of the day.
Stiles froze in the hallway on the way to his last class. His senses were going crazy. There were two people heavily hurt somewhere in the building. He could feel Scott pulling him into a bathroom and propping him on a sink. The two were bleeding, he could feel it. He groaned as he felt a stab of pain in his ribs and back. He grasped Scott and clenched his hand tightly as he arched his back trying get away from the pain. It was futile, so he tried his best to concentrate on something else.
"Sc-Scott we gotta find them. They are so hurt. So much pain." He whimpered when he shifted to stand. Scott didn't try to protest him going, because he knew Stiles would just wait and follow. He nodded and supported him out into the now empty hallway.
Now that there wasn't so many confusing signals, because do you realize how many girls have synced periods? That was too much blood to really get a location of of the one he needed.
He directed Scott until they reached the gym. Stiles was nearly doubled over by now.
"They are in the storage room." They heard quiet voices when they got near the door, that silenced as soon as they opened it. Stiles sent a thought to Scott who nodded.
"Does your back still hurt Scott?" Stiles' theory was that if they talked about how injured Scott was, as he was still recovering slightly from Rafael, that they wouldn't be so hesitant to talk.
"Not as much as it did. How about you? What about your ribs?" Technically he wasn't physically hurt, but dang did it feel like it.
"I can barely walk." This was also true. Scott was the only thing holding him up. Stiles heard slow shuffling and ignored it.
"So glad your dad is gone now Scott." Scott didn't need to pretend to nod his head vigorously.
"So am I. Thank you for that by the way. I don't know what would have happened if he wasn't gone by now." Stiles heard them get closer, probably curious as all get out.
"It was no problem. He deserved it for hurting you."
"Your d-dad hurt you too?" Stiles and Scott whipped around to see 2 boys crouched in the corner. Scott slowly lowered Stiles to the ground so that they wouldn't tower over them.
"He used to but Stiles..." He hesitated and looked at them cautiously. "Can ya'll keep a secret? It's really important that you don't tell anyone!" This wasn't an act. They were risking a lot by telling them. Though Stiles hoped that they were honest. He hoped that he wouldn't have to wipe their minds, because f he did that they would continue going home.
The boys looked at each other for a second, silently communicating. They turned back to Scott and nodded.
"We promise." Stiles felt a pulse of magic and looked at the boys in shock. They were like Scott and Stiles! Their parents were like their!
~Scott, did you feel that?~ He thought.
~Yeah they're like us.~
"Did ya'll hear about the cop killed in a break in?" He waited for them to nod and continued,
"That was my dad. Stiles found out what happened and he... He gave him a choice. He said leave or Stiles was going to kill him. Stiles killed my dad when he refused to leave Beacon Hills." The boys looked at Stiles in shock. The fact that he had killed Scott's dad didn't bother them. He was obviously a bad man, they were only envious of his courage to do so. No what shocked them was the regret the boy had for it! They would have loved it, celebrated it in fact. One of the boys who had short blond hair suddenly remembered Scott asking Stiles about his ribs. He winced sympathetically. His own ribs screamed with every breath he took.
"So why didn't you kill your dad? You said that they hurt. Why don't you kill yours?" To all the kids in the room this was a perfectly sensible watched as the boys exchanged looks like he and Issac did before they nodded at each other.
"My dad doesn't hit me. He doesn't take care of me, feed me, hug me, help me with homework, ask me about my day, I make supper, I clean the house, and all the housekeeping. He doesn't physically abuse me, it's emotional. It used to hurt, and I used to cry myself to sleep, but now...I feel nothing towards him. He doesn't love me I know, and I know that he blames me for a lot of things, but why should I put effort into hating him? He'd win that way."
Jackson started to nod before he stopped. "Then..why did you say your ribs hurt?" Stiles sighed and seemed to slump before he groaned and clutched his side.
"See that's where it gets complicated."
Many explanations and exclamations and eventual introductions later...
"Okay. You are both magic users, who magically altered your DNA to make you" He pointed to Stiles "His mother." He pointed to Scott. Stiles sighed and nodded. "And you both found out that our dads weren't actually your dads, and are friends with magical creatures." Jackson seemed to be the one who talked more. Issac just watched closely, not uttering a word. "And we are also magic, and our dad's are also not our dad's."
Stiles nodded and he opened his mouth to explain more but was cut off.
"Can we join you? You know learning magic, and stuff?" Stiles' mouth shut with a snap as he thought it over. He turned to Scott and was slammed full on with the puppy dog eyes. He immediately turned and nodded at the two boys who suddenly launched forward and hugged Stiles. He felt Issac and Jackson press his nose into his neck and melted. He felt a warm sensation squeeze his heart and turned wide eyed to Scott. He didn't want to upset his son or make him jealous. Surprisingly Scott just smiled and sent a thought.
~I knew this would happen, you are too... Stiles not to draw more people in. It's okay, besides it means I'll have brothers! I always wanted brothers!~
"Okay." Stiles bit his lip and moaned softly as Issac shifted causing the phantom wounds on his back to flare. Issac immediately stilled.
"I'm sorry! I forgot!"Stiles chuckled and waved him down. The boy couldn't help it.
"It's alright. Just...do you, either of you, do you want me to kill your dad?" Stiles would do it. It would be no hardship for him to do it. He may get a few sleepless nights but overall the men deserved it. Jackson and Issac stared in shock before exchanging looks.
"If you were to do it, how would you do it?" Stiles had already thought of this.
"I'm going to make it look like a mugging gone wrong in the bad side of town. Mr. Lahey jumped Mr. Whittemore for his big shiny watch and money and his prey fought back. They ended up killing each other via fatal injuries." The other three listened in shock as he laid out a perfect murder. Scott had known Stiles was capable, but he hadn't known.
Issac nodded his consent along with Jackson not seconds behind. Stiles smiled sharply. The nightmares he'd have would be worth it. So worth it.
Stiles planned The Event as everyone but him liked to call with precision. He kept it away from Scott and the rest though. He knew it was irrational, but he was afraid if they saw how much he was truly capable of, they'd run. He made sure his back up plans had back up plans, and he had contingencies waiting in the wing in case a bump in the road happened.
So two weeks, and some major self control later, Stiles prepared to leave for his little mission after his dad left for the late shift. Again.
With a whisper and a sigh he was standing over the sleeping Lahey SR. It had been an exercise in self control these past 2 weeks every time he saw a new bruise on Issac or Jackson not to go ahead and just kill them. With a gesture he had Lahey up and transported him still sleeping in an alley. He dumped him roughly knowing any injuries would be helping the story. The man jolted awake and stared at the boy in front of him.
"Who are you boy?" Lahey tried to stand but was stopped by a solid force holding him still. Stiles sneered but answered anyway.
"I am not your concern. He is." Stiles pointed just as Scott appeared holding Jackson Whittemore. Scott left as soon as he let go of Whittemore who also jolted awake. He scowled as soon as he realized that he wasn't alone.
"Who dares abduct me? Do you have any idea who I am?" He was working up into a full blown rant when he felt his mouth snap shut without his consent. Both men were confronted with cold whiskey eyes. Shivers wracked their spines, but like hell would they admit it. This was but a boy. He was a worthless nobody below their notice so why should they be scared of him?
Stiles didn't say a word. Being what he was, he was in tuned to a person's feelings. He could manipulate the level of those feelings if he so wished. He has to this date never used it on any body without their permission. Today was different. He would do anything or those he loved, and the twins (Jackson and Issac aren't related but they are more like twins than any Stiles has ever seen.) had quickly moved their way into his heart just like Scott had. These men were about to find out that there were was nothing he wouldn't do, no lines he wouldn't cross for his loved ones.
So with a twist of his wrist he brought them to stand in front of each other. Stiles closed his eyes and concentrated.
He could feel the hate seething under the surface of Mr. Lahey's skin. It made him want to scratch and itch until he bled and bled and bled but he pushed that feeling away resolutely. Under all that hate and anger, he found a hate for the rich based in his ingrained sense of poverty and inferiority. Stiles felt a wicked grin split his face. Oh this was just perfect. He quickly tugged that feeling up to the surface with bringing a overdose of violent anger/greed up with it. It was just too perfect.
Quickly he turned to Whittemore and scanned him for the perfect emotion. He found smugness, vanity, greed up the wazoo, the need to drink and drink and drink, and finally he found the sense of superiority and loathing for anything less than perfect in his eyes
All he had to do was let them go and watch the show. And he watched every last minute up until they breathed their last. He would't shy away from what he did. He would remember every second for that was the price for this justice.
Okay another chapter finished at exactly 11:28 eastern time in the south Georgia area folks. Goodnight.