HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!
It has been a couple of hours since Scott and Lydia's death. The remaining five moved the bodies down into basement along with Isaac and Allison's body. Now it was dark and the living room was only lighten up by the three candles. Everyone now was watching each other with suspicion. There were five of them now. And the fear was just beginning to set in it.
"Five little wolves sitting in row, watching each other waiting for the blow. New update." Derek said sarcastically. He was sitting on the floor near one of the loveseats.
"Derek, now is not the time for you to gain a twisted sense of humor." Erica said.
No one knew what time it was, but they all knew it was getting past late in the night. However, no matter how tired they were they refused to sleep knowing that someone was killing them off one by one.
"We can't stay like this forever ya know," Kira informed them, "We need food and sleep." She was running on pure nothing at the moment.
"That will be the perfect time for the killer to get us. When we aren't grouped up together." Jackson said.
"Stiles you're quiet." Derek noticed. Stiles never really did learn how to stop talking, but him being quiet was very out of character for him.
"There really is nothing left to say. It feels like hours since we have been waiting." He responded.
"The storm is dying down a bit." Erica noticed. It was a bit light out, but not much.
"Don't get too happy about it." Jackson said.
"Yeah, seems like everything is on the murderer's side including the weather." Kira noted.
"How about something to eat?" Stiles said. When he got tense Stiles always started cooking. He sat on the loveseat that was next to Derek with his feet up. His stomach was ready to betray his hunger in a heartbeat.
"I really wouldn't eat anything that has been out of our sight." Jackson said.
"Well aren't you just able to shot down every idea we come up with." Stiles snapped. He was growing tired of the boy's negativity.
"Five little wolves going in for law, one got in chancery and then there were four." Erica read from the nursery rhyme.
"I need a cigarette," Erica said. She got some looks. "Yeah yeah I know they are bad for you."
"I have some in my suitcase in my room, Erica." Stiles said, ignoring the looks he was now getting. He headed up stairs with a candle.
Jackson looked upstairs making sure nothing happened on the way up. "Any more bright ideas on who the murderer maybe?" Erica asked him.
"Not a clue." He admitted.
It was quiet for only a brief moment when there was a blood-curdling scream of terror coming from above them. The scream was then followed by a loud thud. The left behind four ran up the stairs to see what was happening. Now completely in the dark the four couldn't see where they were going.
While walking in the darkness, Jackson thought he heard something. "What was that?" He asked the group in response to his question a shot ring out. Erica and Kira both started swearing like a sailors.
"Derek where are you?" Stiles' voice exclaimed in a panic through the darkness.
There a lot of shuffling until Derek finally managed to grab of Stiles, who was shaking.
"I got you." Derek said reassuringly and everyone quickly hurried back down.
They managed to get themselves back to the living room, but it too was dark. "I'll get some matches." Kira said somewhere near the kitchen.
"I need a light. It's horrible in the dark. You don't know where you are or where anyone else is." Stiles said still in a panicked tone.
"What happened?" Derek asked. He never did let go.
"The window to my room was opened. It blew out my candle and when I open the door, I felt some seaweed touching my neck. I thought I was being strangled by a wet hand." He said frightened.
"That's beyond crazy." Erica said. Kira then came back after finding some matches. After lighting the candles up.
"Who fired that shot?" Kira asked. Stiles looking over at the window and notices Jackson's body. He lets out another scream. Seeing what freaked out him so badly Erica followed suit.
It the middle of his forehead was a dark round mark with red flowing down from it. "He's dead. Shot through the head." Kira shrieked.
"And then there were four." Stiles said.
That following morning the day looked completely different as it did during the night. There were only three of them this time. Sometime during the night and morning, Kira had disappeared. Looking around the island, they only found her shoe near the cliff. The rest was left unsaid knowing exactly what had happened during the unknown hours.
Upon returning to the house they even noticed that Boyd's body was gone was well. They assumed the storm must have grabbed his body toward the sea.
"Three little wolves sitting in row, each one thinking who is next to go?" Derek sang like a loony tune.
"I'm really gonna need you to stop that Derek." Erica groaned. It was too much to handle how in two days seven of their friends were dead.
"You know since the weather isn't looking bad today maybe that Jared fellow will come." Derek offered with some sense of hope.
"Or you know kill us. Whichever, works the best for him." Stiles said.
"Positivity, just isn't in your vocabulary isn't it?" Derek said in a light tone. It was supposed to come off a joke, but it fell flat.
"How did that part go with the three wolves?" Erica wondered.
"Three little wolves walking in the zoo, a big bear hugged one and then there were two." Derek cited.
"Well, good luck to him on that cause there isn't a freaking zoo on this island." Stiles said. Just outside they heard a motor of a boat.
"Is that the boat?" Derek asked. The remaining three ended up standing heading for the door. Erica got out first. There was a scream and a loud crash. Erica's body was crushed by a huge statue of a bear that stood outside the door.
Derek ended up getting the gun that was found on the table that morning.
"It was a fucking trap." Stiles gasped.
"Shit."
In his freight-or-fight mode Stiles chose fight. He ended up attacking Derek in order to get the gun. After a few tossing and turning he managed to get the gun from Derek.
"Stiles! What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled at him.
Stiles didn't know herself, but what happened to Erica had been the last straw. He also refused to be the next victim in someone's twisted game. He was across the room from Derek, gun pointed right him.
"If you make one move I will shoot you." He said in a flat tone. Not really, believing he would Derek did make a move and Stiles did shoot.
It wasn't until Derek's falling body hit the floor did Stiles realize what he had done. He ran over to him, falling by his side. The gun falls from his hand and the sound of laughter echoed from the hallway. He looked up and saw someone who should've been dead.
There stood Jackson with another gun and a noose hanging in his hand. He was pointing the gun towards Stiles.
"Well, Stilinski I must say I'm surprised you even made it this far." He said with a twisted grin on his face.
"Wha-what? How?" Stiles squeaked.
"All my life you have annoyed the shit out me. With your sexual innuendos and the consist need to harass Danny. Also you never learned how to shut the fuck up."
Stiles stood in fear. His body was not obeying his brain's commands to move.
"Of course, there were other people got on my nerves as well. After taking Isaac's life, I guess I got a bit out of control. I used the poem as a guide as to how I was going to kill them and quite frankly it was even that hard." He said with an evil laugh.
He stepped closer to Stiles. "I'll just tell everyone that you all died in a freak accident during the storm."
When Jackson was close enough he held up the noose. "Goodbye, Stiles it was nice knowing you." Before he could even get the rope around his neck. A shot rang out. The sound shocked Stiles out of his shocked state. He quickly examined himself thinking he was the one that was hit. It wasn't until Jackson fell back, that he realized he wasn't it.
Turning around he saw Derek with the gun in his hand with a pissed off look on his face. Stiles quickly ran to him crying out apologies.
"You know for a Sheriff's kid I expected you be a better shot." Derek said lowly completely not injured, "It's a good thing you can't shoot."
In the heat of the moment, Stiles pulled him into a kiss that Derek quickly responded easily to.
"Come on, let's go." Derek said and grabbed him by the hand and opened the door.
When he opened the door, he was shocked to see who was at the door. "And where do you think you are going?" Satomi asked with a smile. Brett stood right beside her with a bored look on his face.