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16. No Marvel, only DC.

"Where the fuck is he? Where is he?" Bugs loud voice boomed down the hospitals hallways, his heart racing forward as he desperately looked around. He didn't know just what he was looking for, his brothers dark hair or his dad's yelps of pain but something to indicate his family was here.

The boys green eyes had darkened considerably, a wild flare to them that simply terrified quiet bystanders. It seemed like the days had only gone from bad to worse as things went from bad to worse. Bugs hadn't talked to Stiles in days, far too terrified to even speak a sentence to his younger twin while Malia hadn't been around since that late night. To make matters worse Bugs had been teetering with the dark parts of his mind; with no one or nothing to keep him entertained and leveled he now felt like it would be easier to just shut it all off.

He was sitting around in his room, throwing a ball in the air as he watched another episode of Teen Titans—one of which he watched religiously with Stiles as child—when the call came in. At first he didn't believe it, Lydia's shaky voice didn't make any sense. Why was she calling from Stiles phone? Why was she at the police station with his family? What had happened to Stiles and his dad?

Then he had grasped the concept, he understood what had happened and if it weren't for Lydia who repeatedly told him to follow certain steps he would have gone into a frenzy. There was no Malia to calm him with her soothing voice or her warm touch, no Stiles to snap him out of the madness, and his father was down... it was Lydia who somehow managed to keep him from throwing a fit.

He didn't know how he had showed up, how he now stood in the lobby yelling for some attention. Everything before then and now was a black blur... funny enough like his darkest moments. His eyes connected with no one of use, hands shaky as he was about ready to destroy the lobby in an adult sized tantrum when Lydia stepped in front of him.

Her face was strong, eyes unwavering as she grasped his hand and silently spoke. "Stiles said to wait for you outside... come on! He's being emitted some drugs now and filling out paperwork."

"What the fuck happened?" He questioned, taking his west back as her cold hands felt foreign wrapped around his palm.

"One of the deputies tried to kill Parrish... he tried burning him alive for the dead-pool. It backfired and Parrish somehow survived, but not without coming for revenge. They were in the middle of a fight when the deputy accidentally shot his gun and it hit your dad." Lydia quickly summarized, her green eyes glazed as she relived the terrifying experience. The shot sounding in her head loudly, she was okay... acting like it hasn't happened which frightened her even further. They had had too many close calls lately and things like that were becoming normal, too normal for her liking. Bugs quickly looked her over in their rushed walk, noticing not one hair was out of place from the strawberry blonde although her hands were stained with red, blood... his fathers blood to be exact.

"Who is he?" Bugs stated, feeling anger seethe up him for whoever the deputy was. He definitely needed to relieve some of his anger and kicking the shit out of the asshole who shot his dad would be greatly appreciated.

"Stiles said not to tell you and I agree. You're in no condition to be going out kicking ass." Lydia countered, her green eyes seeing right through him and into the chaos looming behind his own darkened eyes.

"You and Stiles don't get to decide when it's appropriate for me to have an outburst, especially not when some dick shot my father alright." Bugs huffed, coming to the hallway where Stiles stood outside, peering into one of the rooms.

Bugs came up, relief coursing through him. He knew Stiles was alright, Lydia had reminded him over the phone but seeing his brother was another thing. He couldn't help himself, pissed or not, this was his other half. He would die if something remotely unsafe happened to Stiles.

"Stiles." Bugs murmured, wrapping his brother into a quick hug before pulling back and looking over his body. "You're fine, thank god. How's dad? Is he alright? Did they get the bullet out?"

Bugs hand was halted, Stiles speaking up before Bugs could take any action. "I'm fine, we're fine. Dad's just getting checked by the doctors right now and they are giving him some sedatives, they won't be performing surgery on him until tomorrow morning but it looks like he's going to be alright."

Bugs let out a deep breath, feeling some of the weight life off his shoulder. "Are you both alright? Getting shot at close range isn't exactly something you walk away from without some trauma."

Lydia hadn't ever seen Bugs so concerned for her well-being, it was always Stiles that made a point to ask her how she was doing with everything but for a brief second she saw it in Bugs. That same amount of need to help the world, it was in his eyes. She could see it as he quickly looked over her whole body and then switched over to Stiles, his eyes tracing their bodies repeatedly to make sure he hadn't missed anything. She nodded her head at him. "I'm fine... cold but fine. I have to catch up with Scott and Derek, they are giving Parrish the debriefing. Call me if anything happens, I'll be around soon."

Bugs felt bad for the way he had spoken to her earlier, now finally coming down from his adrenaline rush he yanked off the maroon jacket he was wearing and pushed it into her arms. "It's gonna rain soon and I know red doesn't exactly go with your outfit but I think you've been through enough without needing to suffer a cold too."

She nodded at him, a faint smile tracing her lips as she looked at Stiles and quickly hugged him. Stiles murmuring a quick. "Call or text me if anything else happens."

She nodded and walked away, leaving the brothers to themselves for the first time in days. It was awkward because it was awkward, if that made any sense... they had never had this problem between them. Usually a comfortable silence was normal between the twins but with all the secrets exposed and even more hidden it was no wonder why the moment was so tense. Bugs stuck his hands inside his pocket and sighed, "seriously... you alright?"

"I'm fine." Stiles answered, looking mirroring his brother moves who stared into the small hospital room. "I'm worried about him more than anything."

"You're telling me..." Bugs drifted off.

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The twins had been a relentless hassle to any nurse or doctor that had dared cross into the threshold of their fathers room. Each of them asking countless questions and practically jump any time their father had winced. Eventually they were let inside the room only to bombard the staff with further questions ones of which began to be met with exasperated huffs.

Their father was among the ones finding them infuriating as Bugs had taken to keeping everything out of his hands. He was now currently writing across any of the necessary paperwork while Stiles stood by the Sheriffs side.

One of the doctors came in, looking over a chart as he spoke. "All right, Mr. Stilinski..."

"Sheriff Stilinski." Both fraternal twins immediately corrected the man, not giving him a chance to finish his statement.

The doctor nodded, " Sheriff Stilinski, I've got you scheduled for surgery first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, it's going to take a little digging to get that slug out of your shoulder."

Sheriff, who had been flipping through some papers he had practically wrestled from Bugs' grasp, looked up his eyes narrowed on a certain page. "Yeah, it's fine. One more. What's this part here? This line?"

Dr Vandenberg quickly looked over the same moment the twins had. "Patient Responsibility. Parts of the procedure and hospital stay not covered by insurance."

Sheriff shyly questioned, "Are those big parts? Expensive parts?"

The man wearing the white coat shrugged, "That's between you and your insurance unfortunately. You should start feeling the morphine in a minute. Try to get some rest, Mr... Sheriff."

Bugs and Stiles both locked eyes, the conversation clear as they discussed the hell they were putting their father through financially. Not only was this going to put a dent into their already staggering money problems but it was going to possibly bury them under the pressure. Bugs and Stiles weren't idiots, ever since the day they found the past due payments from Eichen House the twins had done their investigation. Turns out their money problems weren't anything to be taken lightly. The Sheriff blue eyes immediately detected both sons worry. "Hey, stop that. I was just curious about the terminology.We're not in any kind of dire straits."

"We know." Bugs sighed, dropping the pen he was previously using to box in check marks for his father.

"You know?"

Stiles explained to his father, "we know about the bills, Dad. We know about the collectors calling about Eichen House. We know about the advance from the department, about the credit cards."

"Are you both going through my stuff?" An obviously exasperated sheriff questions his two sons who don't even hide the fact they are.

"Yeah, we go through all of your stuff. Especially when you keep things from us old man." Bugs answered his father, narrowing his eyes slightly at his father. Stiles had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips when Bugs spoke. He was being a hypocrite but it was not a discussion he cared to include his father into just yet.

"I keep things from you both because you don't need to know everything." Their father clarified, raising his voice just a tad as the conversation took a turn.

"Yes, we do." Stiles jumped into to join his brothers side. "We have to know everything. How the hell else are we supposed to take care of you?L"

Sheriff's voice got angrier, a sense of urgency in his tone as he realized just what his sons were playing at. "You're not supposed to take care of me! I'm the dad. You're the sons. You get it? Dad. Sons. I take care of you boys!@"

"We're supposed to take care of each other." Bugs softly answered his fathers harsh yell.

"Always have." Stiles added in, both boys eyes shining enough to have Sheriff shrinking back from his rage.

Sheriff sighed, looking at his sons and calmly answering them. "Hey, we're going to be all right."

"How do you know, Dad?" Stiles questioned his fathers turn in thoughts.

Sheriff sighed, his head falling back against the pillows as he answered honestly. "I don't. But the morphine's kicking in. I'm not all that worried about anything right now."

Bugs looked at his brother who clearly understood their fathers drowsy state. A small smile graced itself across Bugs' face to see his father so carefree, the wrinkles smoothing at his blue eyes shut. Bugs patted his fathers hand and spoke, "get some sleep old man... you're going to need it."

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Bugs and Stiles hadn't left their father alone the entire night. The staff at the hospital had tried to kick them out sometime later in the night but it only took one word from Melissa McCall and they had all backed off. Bugs had actually smiled at the way Melissa had jumped into help the boys and everyone had immediately backed off. They knew Melissa was in charge of anything and everything surrounding Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital and really there was no point in arguing with the single mother.

So the twins had slept in uncomfortable chairs, both refusing to leave the small room to get a pillow or comfortable clothes. It was actually kind of adorable to see them but anyone could tell by the way Bugs head laid on the wooden arm chair and Stiles was balancing over the chairs that their was sleep was anything but peaceful.

Eventually Sheriff was carted off and after yet another round of questions from either twin did the doctors finally escape with their father.

They were left in an uncomfortable silence soon after.

"Do you want to go get a change of clothes and I can stay here until dads out of surgery?" Stiles spoke up, his golden eyes falling upon his silent older brother.

The emerald eyes boy set his gaze on his brother who looked timid as he awaited an answer. Bugs pursed his lips and stood, "sounds good to me. I won't be long, I'll stop and get some breakfast on the way back. McDonald's alright with you?"

Stiles nodded, seeming to let his brother go without another words. Bugs was just about to open the door leading outside towards the lobby when his brother gained the courage to blurt out, "why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell Dad or I?"

Bugs hand that clutched that doorknob leading to his quick escape was let go, a sigh escaping his lips as he knew this could only end one of two ways. "If I answer that you're just gonna get pissed again."

"No, no I'm not. I just want you to explain to me... as best as you can... why?" Stiles question was met with a variety of answers and confusion from Bugs. One of which now annoyed Bugs as felt trouble for the right words to answer.

He could tell him the truth... he could tell him about the murders and the blood that didn't just stain his bands but it was like a waterfall dropping down from his hands. The amount of murders attached to his name could make him a legend... one of which he had no intention of being.

Bugs however couldn't deal with his brothers reaction to it because not only would Stiles want to question everything but Bugs knew, he just knew, that Stiles would blame himself for his brothers wrongdoing and He just couldn't do that. Stiles still blamed himself for Allison's death and for the destruction that had occurred those few short weeks he had been possessed and adding yet another piece of information to his brothers pain wouldn't be ideal.

So Bugs turned to his brother, placed one hand on his shoulder and squeezing it. "Just know that you're the Saint between us Stiles... you're the only one that deserves more."



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Bugs did not want to spend another night in, he refused to spend another day staring at his while further spiraling into depression over his shit life. He didn't want to spend the night in silence while he switched between meaningless channels and attempted to show the slightest bit of interest for the game son tv. He wasn't even able to yell at the tv, not without Malia there to smile at awkwardness or Stiles to yell along with him, even his own fathers groans of annoyance were missed.

So he did something he hadn't done in months, not since the supernatural had started. He went out to a party.

Technically it wasn't a party and he was there to supervise alongside of Scott but...

It was Beacon Hills bonfire night a party solely dedicated for the lacrosse players of Beacon Hills although over the years it has become a party for anyone. The school knew about it and as much as underage drinking was illegal to town turned a blind eye to it... kind of like most things in town. Bugs snickered at the thought as they walked up, immediately noticing the amount of security surrounding the place. It wasn't much but those who were there looked bored beyond belief, one of which looking directly at Bugs with a grim face before turning to another spectator.

Bugs shrugged it off, looking over to Scott who was taking his role as lacrosse captain very seriously.

"Malia's here." Scott commented, motioning his head towards one of the groups where Malia was chugging a bottle of vodka and doing that seductive dance that made Bugs hate himself more.

"Yeah... there she is." Bugs answered, licking his lips as he continued to stare before looking away. His throat itching for something with enough burn to make his eyes water and forget the rest of his problems. His father was resting in the hospital under the watchful eyes of Melissa McCall and Stiles was off doing god knows what with Lydia...

Bugs was going to get drunk and Scott McCall knew it. "You know if you helped me tonight I could put in a good word for Coach, maybe get you as my co-captain."

Bugs looked over to his grinning friend, mirroring his smile as he shook his head. "Nah, I'm going to get blacked out drunk."

"So I take it things with Malia aren't going that well." Scott pointed out.

"What does doing a keg stand and taking ten shots of tequila tell you?" Bugs retorted, looking as his friend with a "are you fucking kidding me" expression written across his face.

"Alright so I have to take care of all these kids, two potentially murderous werewolves/coyotes, and a very drunk Bugs. My life rocks, I should have gone with Stiles and Lydia." Scott sighed in annoyance.

Bugs clapped his hand over his friends shoulder and nodded. "It really does."

And he went off into the party, Scott following behind him as Bugs grabbed the first thing he found.

Scott had wandered away about fifteen minutes ago, muttering something about checking on the other two pack members while Bugs refilled his cup. He was angry, actually Bugs was annoyed: all he wanted to do was get drunk and yet even that seemed not to be working for him. All the alcohol in the world and after two cups of vodka he couldn't take another one. His eyes kept getting distracted by Malia who was moving around the party like she owned the damn place, swaying her hips perfectly whilst drinking from the red solo cup.

Bugs couldn't think clearly enough to pour himself another drink, just watching her move and cursing himself for ruining the best thing to ever stumble upon his life. He would give more than anything to walk over there and laugh alongside her, and get drunk from the vodka that was on her lips.

He sighed in annoyance, walking back over towards the table full of liquor and looking for another drink just as a familiar freshman walked over.

"Hey." Liam mumbled to him, blue eyes thinking over his options.

"Hey." Bugs answered, grabbing the tall bottle of apple Ciroq and pouring himself about half the glass before downing the rest in some Mountain Dew. He had no clue if it would taste good but he was better there was too much liquor in it to care. "Why so glum? Baby superman?"

"Why do you call me that? If I get nickname you should get one." Liam answered himC diverting the first part of Bugs question.

Bugs was amused enough to shrug and go along, "alright, well I've got Bugs... the savage what else?"

"Well since I'm baby superman what if you were batman?" Liam answered, following Bugs move who went to sit on one of the benches. He took a soda bottle, red cup, and the same bottl of Ciroq Bugs was drinking from.

Bugs wagged his finger back and forth as he drank and winced slightly at the taste but nonetheless continued, "can't do that... Stiles is batman. We set that rule when we were 3."

"So who else has anger issues? You want to go the marvel route?" Liam answered back.

"SSSHH..." Bugs pressed his finger to his lip. "We also do not discuss Marvel... not in a Stilinski's presence. We are DC fans. Tell you what though I'll make this easier for you in the flash."

"The flash really?" Liam raised an eyebrow in wonder, "out of all of them the flash."

"In another world boy I am the flash and Iris and I live in bliss and Green Latern is my best friend... also lightning gave me abs because the other way is a bitch." Bugs smirked, sipping on more of his drink, " but enough of superheroes. What's up with you? Seriously."

Liam sighed, opening his mouth to once again try and distract his new friend before giving up and answering. "Did you know my price went up? I'm now worth 18 million."

"No shit?" Bugs smirked in amusement. "Huh maybe I should kill you..."

"What?" Liam's head shot up, looking at him in shock. "What did you say?"

"Oh you know, yet another reason why I'm here Liam. I've been appointed a fellow assassin." The last parts were said angrily, Bugs scoffing as the words escaped him. He didn't know just why he told Liam that, why it came out so quickly but he could care less in the moment. Keeping secrets never did him justice especially ones as important as that. "Don't worry I'm not gonna kill you... or anyone else but yeah I'm an assassin. Kind of ironic huh every pack member is on their and the one that's not is actually on the other side of the list? Enough of my shit though Liam... that's not the only reason you're so sappy. What is it? Your friend Mason keeps shooting us worried glances so either he knows and thinks I'm going to kill you or he doesn't know shit and he's being a concerned best friend."

Liam didn't quite know if he wanted to question Bugs further over his own problems cause truth be told he didn't know if he could handle it more but Bugs seemed to be handling his own shit well so Liam answered him. "He doesn't know a thing... and I'm terrified. I'm terrified to tell him about everything because I'm still terrified myself. I'm a werewolf with over 18 millions dollars over my head, how the hell am I suppose to tell him that?"

Bugs sloshed what was in his cup around, the lasting liquor going down his throat in one go as he pondered his answer. He didn't know if it helped or not but it was sure to have The beta thinking. "Take it from me Liam... you're always better off setting your cards on the table because sometimes hiding things can come back and bite you in the ass. So just tell him already... because you never know when things will blow up in your face and you won't get the chance."

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Liam has gone back to his friend a long time ago and now Bug sat by himself, staring at the bottom of an empty bottle of liquor and pondering his life. He felt like this was the worst part in a movie, where the main character was at his worst moment and his life was an undeniable downward spiral until something happened like a spiral. Something better happened and he was given a chance to repent and make it all better... he felt like the protagonist in that moments except he knew he wasn't that.

He was in fact the antagonist and he wondered if the worst of the worst got a better moment in their life? If they ever found that moment of clarity that saved them from the hell.

It's not Bugs Stilinski minded being alone, he didn't at all. He's been alone in his world for far too many months to be uncomfortable with the silence. He just would rather choose not to be because when he was it was like being sucking into a vortex of his own pass deeds. He watched the flames of the fire dance, his vision blurring between reality and past.

A war of the mind waging inside him.

So he didn't mind being alone... he just wasn't able to control the dead silence most days.

"Bugs!" Scott's hand clamped on the green eyes teenagers shoulders just as the boy went to finish the sinister substance. He wasn't drunk and for that he was going mad.

"What?" the bottle immediately dropped from his hand at his friends alert voice, adrenaline spiking within him.

"They're drunk." Scott motioned over towards where Malia and Liam were barely being kept up by a struggling Mason.

"Yeah that's what I'm trying to do Scotty." Bugs answered, once more lifting the glass before finishing, "hold up will you I'll catch up cause you seem to be in fun town as well."

Scott snapped the bottle out of his hand, faltering slightly just as the noddles broke against the dirt. "No you idiot, they're not suppose to be drunk. We can't get drunk."

Bugs noticed Scotts eyes, seeing the alpha barely keeping eye contact and he flashed back to that night in the woods. Scott had drank an entire bottle of whiskey and the boy only smelled the like the liquor. He hadn't been drunk then and Bugs doubted that had changed. Immediately he got on his two feet and held his best friend. "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Scott said and Bugs realized it was up to him and possibly Mason to save the three supernatural teenagers before someone actually tried to kill them.

Bugs helped Scott sit next to the other teenagers who were drooping. His eyes flickered over to his girlfriend as he tilted her chin to notice her winces of pain before also seeing Liam that way. "Malia? How much has he have to drink?"

His question was directed at Mason who shook his head. "Not enough to get him like this."

"Something's happening. We need to get them out of here." Bugs groaned, know this wasn't just an ordinary drug slip. Someone was doing this deliberately and he was going to find out who but first he needed to get them out of here.

"I think we're gonna have to, um..." Scott attempted to take the lead pointing in a certain direction before he wobbled over and Mason caught him.

"How much did you drink?" The freshmen questioned the alpha.

Scott shook his head with a groan. "Nothing. Not even a sip."

The green eyed boy stared at his friends, the music growing louder as the continued to wince and look dazed. He wasn't his brother and he wasn't the alpha, this wasn't his forte but right now he needed to figure out what was wrong. It didn't seem to be what they were drinking since clearly one of them hadn't even had a sip... "It's not the drinks. It's the music... We have to shut off the music."

Mason was confused, looking at the older teenager as if his words made no sense. "What does that even mean?"

Bugs turned his head to look at the DJ booth, the man turning the disc only turning the music louder. It had to be something with the frequencies, the loud music was distorting their senses.

"It means I'm gonna shut the music off. Mason you need to take care of them I'm gonna shut this mucus off." The junior set his best friend down onto the bench, leaving the freshmen boy with a simply head nod as he planned to destroy the entire set. He didn't know how but one way or another he was going to shut that shit off and kill those damn assassins with his bare hands.

Kids bumped into him, all the while his eyes searched for the possible suspects. Every kid was dancing, they were partying and drink none of them seemed out of order.

Bugs stopped in his tracks however... his eyes finally realized one thing. A kink in the armor... or in this case a flaw in the camouflage. There were no longer guards... all of them had disappeared.

And he gathered the information.

His head snapped back in time to see Scott being dragged away just like his girlfriend alone with Mason being thrown to the ground.

They were going to die if he didn't stop them but it was either the music or his friend and he was going to do both.

He ran back to Mason, shoving others out of his way just as the freshmen was helped up.

"Mason! Are you alright!" Bugs grabbed the boy, wrapping his palm around his thin arm to check.

Mason shook his head a little at the impact. "They took them... they took them all."

Bugs huffed lowly, knowing exactly what he was going to have to do. His eyes locked upon the retreating guard before looking at Mason. "Change of plans... you're going to shut that music off and I'm going to follow them."

"How the hell do I do that?" Mason shouted.

"Tackle the goddam DJ, break the whole thing part just do it!" Bugs shouted, turning around and running in the direction of the school.

They didn't take notice of him following, none of them heard his quick movements as they walked into the first hallway and set the 3 supernatural creatures down. Scott groaning while he other two barely made a sound. The music was loud as ever all the way there.

The set of double doors blocking them off barely let Bugs see but it was enough to know there was over five men there and he might not be able to take them down but if Scott was able to help then maybe they'd had a shot. He just had to hope Mason could shut the music down in time.

"It's gasoline. Haigh says we gotta burn you." The leader spoke, spilling them over with tons of gas, earning a few weak growls.

The music continued to pump, adrenaline coursing through the Stilinski as he prepared to fight them alone as one of them pulled a lighter out.

He sucked in a deep breath, knowing that if there was ever a moment for redemption it was now.

And the music shut off.

He knew it was go time the moment Scotts red eyes shone and he was able to hold one of them back as he bend over to throw the lighter in.

Bugs burst through the doors then. Kicking the leader in the head and sending him unconscious.

A roar escaped his lips as he went on and tackled the other, briefly registering Derek and Braeden suddenly appearing and kicking ass.

All that was in his mind was it was us or them, and didn't plan on losing. Before long everyone of the guards was knocked out cold and he was continuing to lay punches into one of them, blood now spurting from from the mans face, all Bugs could see though was the fact he was seconds away from killing some of the most important people in his life.

The girl of his dreams.

The assassin had long since lost conscious but that didn't seem to bother the boy, he just continued to pound into him while Scott's weak yells barely registered in his mind. He was too far gone though and the only thing that would satisfy him in that moment was seeing the asshole gone.

"BUGS! STOP IT!" Scott now fully yelled and held back his arm that would send another blow. Bugs jolted, looking on the alpha with anger still residing in his eyes. It was Scott though, and as he noticed for a brief second of fear flash in Scott's eyes and Derek's questioning gaze he stopped.

His arm dropped and finally he seemed to take note of all the blood coating his fists. Some of it splattered across his short and drops touching the skin of his face. He jumped up, shaking his head as he wiped his blood soaked hands upon his jeans.

This wasn't him.

This wasn't him.

This was the monster.

It was the savage.

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*not edited*

Wow okay, I can't believe I fit an entire chapter into this goddamn.

-Ash💜

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