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The first thing he became aware of was the smell of smoke in the air. The second was that he was no longer in the house but in the woods, a somewhat familiar looking section of woods but he couldn't put his finger on where.
So it was a teleportation spell? Something about that seemed off, it was easier even for a witch to drive to somewhere rather then using a spell for something that complicated. He looked around and knew that he wasn't going to find any answer there however he found a pair of foottreads going through the dirt.
He was glad he knew how to track a person. He followed the footsteps as quickly as he could and then froze for a moment when he recognized where he was. He about half a mile from the Hale house. They had spent some time there in their early days and he had gotten to know the woods around the house very well, especially when he had been learning how to track someone. He picked up his speed no longer tracking the footsteps because of what he saw in the distance.
Flames hot orange flames, the Hale house was on fire, again. He ran all the way to the Hale house watching the flames get larger and larger as he got closer and closer to it. He froze again for a second as he realized that the house even though it was on fire looked wrong, the sections of it that weren't on fire looked strange in a way he couldn't put his finger on.
He saw a figure in the not so far distance and he slipped into silent mode as he crossed the distance between them, He circled around so that he could see the person's face without the person seeing his. It was the missing witch's who was looking at house gleefully. He heard some coughing coming from the inside of the house and frowned. No one lived in that house, they checked every once in awhile to make sure that no squatters took up residence there since Derek didn't want anyone to live there but him.
He shook his head, the witch was the priority, whatever the witch had come there to do she couldn't do it. Stiles checked his pockets and liner looking for any weapon even though he knew that he didn't have anything on him. Okay then he had one chance at this, if he missed or she saw him she would kill him before he even knew that he was dead.
He took a deep breath in and out, circled back around and silently crept up behind her. He put his arm around her throat and squeezed. If she couldn't talk she couldn't spell as easy. To make it harder he used his other arm to hit head hard enough that it certainly made it very difficult to concentrate. The witch was starting to lose consciousness. He at normal strength could just snap her neck, but he had used too much magic for that. Instead he had to wait until he felt her take her last breath. He let her body fall to the ground and then straightened up, now what?
He heard the cough in the air again and figured with the day he had why not save someone from the flames, even if the person most likely set the fire in the first place. He wasn't a fire fighter but he said
"Parte do lume para min." it was a fire deflection spell, it meant that fire didn't extinguish but it parted for him which required less life force. He made his way through the house and heard some sounds he couldn't quite figure out, but he ignored it focusing solely on the coughing. He made his way through the house following the coughing and then he found the source. It was a teenage boy, he rolled his eyes he should have guessed, he wondered if he had lit the fire with a cigarette or had a contained fire in the house which quickly become uncontrolled. Part of him wondered even he save the kids life if wouldn't do something as equally stupid in the future, but figured if he was using his life force to save him he shouldn't use it in vain. He gathered up the teen in his arms, he notice that the teen's eyes opened and closed.
Stiles paused for a moment as he felt something nag at the back of his head, but he pushed it aside since he had to focus on getting the two of them out of the burning house. He made his way as quickly as possible through the burning house especially since he felt himself getting weaker. The weakness was a bad sign, in fact he had to drop the spell for the last ten feet because if he didn't he was going to die and so would the teenage idiot in his hands.
He ran the rest of the way out of the door and felt as the fire burned him on all sides. He threw the kid down as gently as he could then hit the ground snuffing out the remaining fire. He got up off the ground and checked his body for burns, he found some on his arms and legs but nothing too bad because it had only been burning him for a few moments.
He felt exhausted truly and utterly exhausted which was why he cursed when he heard the sirens. Yeah he had saved the kid but the police weren't fond of him, although they more than anyone else knew what he did for them. They just didn't like him personally, apparently they found him to be abrasive at times. Stiles knelt down next the kid and put his hand over the kid's mouth and felt the kid breathing. Okay the kid would be fine if he left him there with that in mind he stood up and ran out of there.
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