A/N: Part 2
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Stiles had been doing research to identify the source behind the people who would go missing and turn up dead. He had a feeling that there wasn't anything human about the murders, and he was right. It took him a little bit of time to convince Scott that it was something supernatural. Once the third body showed up a trend had started to form. All the victims had backgrounds that connected them all together, and they matched Stiles too. That's when him and Scott had their disagreement.
"Scott, you need me." Stiles pleaded sadness trying to creep into his voice, but he wouldn't let it.
"It's dangerous, Stiles, and besides you could he the victim next." Scott shot back knowing that it'd be impossible to convince his best friend to sit this one out.
"I've helped you take down an Alpha, a kanima, a pack of Alphas, and a Durach, yet you don't think I can handle this? Scott, I can do this." Stiles argued back but didn't succeed with persuading Scott in letting him join.
"And every time you have been threatened. I'm not going to let that happen again." Scott was trying not to lose his temper. A full moon would be coming out that night and since they went against the Durach it had been hard to control his tempers and transformations.
"Scott..." Stiles was cut off by his best friends outburst.
"No, Stiles. You need to sit this one out. You're not coming. You're only human and..." Scott trailed off.
"And what?" Stiles said his heart wrenching because he knew what was coming next.
"We don't need you Stiles." Scott said it knowing that it'd be the only thing that would keep his best friend from coming along. He didn't mean it. He knew that they wouldn't have gotten this far without Stiles but he couldn't chance something happening to his best friend, his brother.
Stiles didn't say anything. The two teens sat in silence before Stiles turned around and walked to his jeep. Without hesitation and without looking back, Stiles got in his vehicle and drove away.
Stiles kept driving. He didn't know where he was going but he knew he didn't want to go home. Not yet, not now. He needed to clear his head. He kept hearing the last thing Scott had said to him over and over on his head.
We don't need you.
You're only human.
We. Don't. Need. You.
Stiles could feel the tears starting to swell in his eyes. He could feel the thing that he never thought he'd feel with having Scott in his life. Abandoned. Stiles felt useless and alone. Worthless and pathetic. Why would they need the help of a human. Sure, Allison was aloud to go but she can defend herself. She's a hunter. Trained with weapons. Stiles on the other hand, he was helpless. Would get in the way more than he would be able to assist his friends. Or, what he thought was his friends.
He thought back to the time that he had brought a baseball bat to a wolf fight. He hit the alpha with it and the bat just broke, splintered. He could see why Scott didn't want him to go. He was dead weight to the pack. It was that particular part that made the tears fall. The small fact that he was good for nothing, made him realize how pointless he was.
He hadn't realized where he was going, but once he did realize where he was he couldn't turn back. He had left his jeep at the public access site. He walked down the trail and through the woods where the lake turned into a creek. He couldn't get the voice in his head out. It was almost like a GPS that was controlling his body movements. He kept walking until he saw her.
She was beautiful. Long, brown, wavy hair. Piercing brown eyes. A smile that would melt the coldest heart. When she spoke, she sounded like an angel.
"Hello, Stiles." The lady said as her smile widened.
"Who, who are you? Do I know you?" Stiles asked confused.
"Don't you recognize your own mother?" She said to him.
Stiles blinked a few times, and there she was. Standing right in front of him was his mom.
"How?" He asked as she walked up to him.
"You've always been special Stiles." She took him in her embrace.
Something was off about this woman and he knew it, but he went with the flow. He wrapped his arms around her.
"How is this possible?" He asked hoping to keep his cool.
"Why so many questions? You are my son." She said it in a kind voice but her eyes said something else.
"You're not my mom." Stiles said as he backed away.
"Stiles, why are you acting like this?" The woman who looked identical to his mom asked.
"Your eyes. Their not hers." He said as he tried to grab his phone.
"Stiles, that is nonsense. It's me." She said her voice going flat.
"My mom is dead. You, you're not her. You're what's been killing everyone." Stiles knew that he was in some bad trouble. He had his phone in his hand, already dialing Scott, when he turned and ran.
He didn't get far. He felt something wrap around his neck and he couldn't breath. He was thrown backwards. The lady was now in front of him. Her eyes black. Her face pale. When she smiled is when he felt those most fear. Her once beautiful smile had been replaced with an evil, shape toothed, grin.
"Stiles?" He heard Scott answer the phone.
"Scott!" Stiles screamed but was stopped before he could finish his name. The woman, somehow, plunged water in his face. He couldn't breathe.
And then there was darkness.
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