"IS THIS REALLY ALL IT IS!" Bugs yelled aloud, his entertained voice making any other person think he was playing a game of nerf when in reality he had just murdered 5 men without so much as breaking a sweat. He hadn't even taken one of the guns away, choosing to challenge himself and only use the knife. He was being shot at multiple times now, standing behind one of the sturdier pillars as he yelled out the last words.

Six men stepped closer, holding their guns tighter when they had realized the Nogitusne and sociopath easily breeze through the dorks and kill half their friends. At first glance it seemed to be two similar looking teenagers but all it took was the crazed smile from one and the joke from the other to realize neither of the boys were what they looked like.

"GET YOUR JOB DONE!" The evil fox yelled back, throwing his knife into one of his victims skull at a surprising speed. He had momentarily lost his weapon but no matter, only two more to take down and all they had were small hand guns.

Bugs meanwhile smirked, catching the reflection of his enemies through a broken window and relishing in his challenge. He noted the blood covering his hands, dripping from his finger. A childish thought passed through his mind in that moment, but since he had a moment to kill (pun intended) he decided why not.

With two, Scarlett stained fingers he swiped them right under his eyes in two straight lines. He felt like a warrior now, albeit a downright evil one, but a warrior nonetheless.

"TEN BUCKS THE LAST GUY STANDING SHITS HIS PANTS RIGHT BEFORE DYING!" He yelled in glee, waiting for the answer that he wouldn't get. He counted to ten on his fingers, shrugging his shoulders in annoyance when no one answered back. "YOU KNOW WHAT THATS FINE ILL JUST TAKE THE MONEY IN YOUR POCKETS AFTERWARDS!"

The last words had barely left his chapped lips, the boy turning towards the nearest table behind the pillar. It was one of those lightweight ones that were used at parties, or Mafia safe houses in this case, and he lifted it. The bullets came raining down, none of them hitting him as the table had distracted them all. One man turning his gun to his nearest partner, his hand pressing firmly down on the trigger as he shielded his face from the oncoming table attack. He shot the nearest two people next to him by accident.

"COME ON GUYS!" Bugs yelled, blood coating his light denim colored jeans while some of it was spilled across his neck and face. "ONE OF YOU MAKE IT INTERESTING! YOU HAVE GUNS!"

The Nogitsune stood on the other side of the warehouse, equally covered in blood and also done with his amount of security. He had been witness to quite an impressive massacre courtesy of the green eyed Stilinski. Even he, who was known for chaos and strife, was shocked to see some of the actual moves Bugs had come up with. With an armory at their disposal and men twice his size Bugs had taken them all down, now walking around and kicking away some of the weapons used against him. He could hear some taking their last breaths and some gurgling out in pain, either way it was music to his ears.

The one knife he had been given at the beginning of this trip was still firmly gripped in his hand and as he twirled it from hand to hand, casually singing "On to the Next One" by Jay Z, he never felt more like a savage.

"Anyone else?" He called it, opening his arms out as an invite. "Come! Take your chances against the Savage!"

The Nogitusne, who sighed in annoyance, partially because he had been out beaten at his own game and because cocky Bugs was kind of a dick, finally walked forward.

"We still have one more place to be," he reminded the sociopathic teenager. Pointing a
finger upwards towards the only other room here.

The panic room.

"Oh right!" Bugs nodded, searching around at the dead bodies. "I just need a minute to make this fun."

He twirled the knife around in his hand and walked towards one of the last few breathing. A scream escaping the victim.

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Katashi knew his time had come to an end, even if he had a small army of men and guns of every kind laying around, he was outmatched. Silverfinger paced the small space he was given, thinking back to his life and family, every moment leading up to this as the gunshots lessened and the yells of pain worsened.

All it took was a small click, three simple beaks into the passcode and the team of killers were in. Katashi prepared to meet his executioners, knowing eventually this moment would have came. He waited patiently, seeing no one step into the open door, not even a noise was made.

He waited, holding in a breath as something was tossed at him. It landed right at his feet, rolling a few times until it was face up.

"Heads up!" A laughing voice spoke up, Katashi holding in the scream that wanted to escape. He had seen many scenes like this very one, ones he ordered himself but this one was much more cynical then anything he had ever done. One a warped and darkened souls could only come up with.

He looked up, watching as a teenage boy causally walked in. Twirling a sole knife in hand and then proceeded to wipe the blood on his jeans. "Heads up seven up! You ever played?"

Katashi stayed silent as the boy pursed his lips and looked down to his hand with the missing finger.

"Or well it should be nine huh?" The green eyes monster asked, tilting his head nonchalantly. He stepped closer.

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"Stiles! Stiles! Where the fuck is my brother!"

Once again Bugs Stilinski was practically tearing apart the front desk to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. He had come barreling in the moment he had gotten the call. His brother had been taken hostage by Brunksi along with Lydia Martin. Thankfully the asshole had been shot to death and was now somewhere down below or else Bugs would be stomping his head into the ground.

He couldn't believe the luck his family was having as of late, one moment his fathers being shot and the next his brothers being taken I tot he hospital for a concussion. Life sure seemed to what to play with him but he supposed it was karma for all the fucked yo shit he had done. An example being of earlier in the nights problems.

He was just about to get home when the call had arrived to him, his father informing him of his younger brothers misfortune. The green eyed boy hadn't even thought it over before he was headed straight for the hospital, bloodied hands and all.

"Bugs! Bugs! Honey," Melissa McCall was the only one of the nurses to approach the teenager. Obviously the staff had learned their lesson the last time he had shown up and let his surrogate mother handle the situation. "Hey, he's fine. I will take you to Stiles but first you need to calm down."

Bugs sucked in a huge breath, brushing his hands down his face in relief as the clam sensation rushed over him. He was struggling to keep his emotions in check with the whirlwind of events that had happened but at the very least he knew it would get better. Briefly he winced when the pain from his hands was registered but he soon forgot about it as their were more pressing matters to handle.

"Woah..." Melissa, obviously having seen his palms grabbed both his large palms and flipped them over. She took notice of the ripped skin, blood splattered across them as well as tiny dots scattered across his clothing and face. She sighed, keeping her fingers as far away from the torn flesh as possible. "Looks like we are going to path you up as well Bugs, what happened?"

"I was with Scott tonight... I beat the shit out of one of the assassins." Bugs bluntly stated, impatiently waiting for the nurse to guide him to his brother. "Can I see Stiles please Ms. M."

Melissa sighed, knowing there was no way she could hold the boy back any longer so she gestured for him to follow her where they left the open space of the front desk and headed down one of the halls.

Stiles was sitting on one of the beds in a private room, a doctor checking him over as well as a nurse taking his vitals when he caught site of him. "Oh for fucks sake Stiles... I'm going to put a fucking leash on you or something you fucking asshole."

Stiles head shot up in time to notice how Bugs practically shoved both nurse and Doctor out of his way. His older brother stood in front of him, pushing his head to one side to see the wounded area, a bruise and bump slowly forming where Brunski had hit him. "Damn I would bash in the fuckers skull if he weren't already burning in hell."

The unknown doctor and nurse both widened their eyes at the teenage boys vocabulary. Both of them quickly looking over to Melissa who shook her head at one of her teenagers words, "maybe we should give them a moment alone."

They both quickly left, leaving only the twins and Melissa in the room.

Stiles was now swatting his brothers hand away, "I'm fine! I'm fine! I need to go!"

"Son of a bitch! Ow!" Bugs cursed when his brother swatted at his hand and he hit one of the open wounds. "Watch it you fucking asshole, since dads not here to watch you like a fucking hawk I'm here in his place."

"What he hell happened to you!" Stiles retorted, his eyes filling with concern as he noticed the blood. "Did a zombie apocalypse come after you while I was in here?"

"Alright don't get carried away Rick Grimes." Bugs sassed his brother, leaning back so his back hit one of the counters. "Some fucking killers came after Scott, Malia, and Liam. I had to beat the shit out of one of them before they could do anything."

Stiles nodded, seeming not to surprised by the answer. "Well I guess we've both had a day..."

Bugs nodded, remembering that Melissa was still in the room. She quickly deflected her gaze from their conversation, attempting not to seem like she was listening in the whole time. In truth she had been listening and despite the constant yelling from either twin she couldn't help but want to smile. The twins were always the lighthearted of the bunch and for the past few months none of them had been smiling... much less them so it was refreshing to see them interacting that way. They would fight yes and it was an all out war, not to mention the problems Bugs had himself but it wou do all cease when one of them was injured.

She cleared her throat and pointed her finger between them both, using her authoritative voice. "Both of you aren't going anywhere understand? I want to see both butts on that bed. I have to make sure you're not suffering permanent damaged and I have to fix up those fists before you go kicking more ass."

Both boys promptly nodded, Bugs quickly moving over to sit atop the bed next to his brother.

"So, where's Lydia?" Bugs questioned, seeming to finally question where the strawberry blonde was, she had been involved in the situation and he presumed she would be somewhere here.

"She was fine, I was the only one she hit so she is currently with dad and Meredith. Meredith isn't dead and she's actually the benefactor by the way." Stiles finished, sighing out with frustration. "But that's not what matters right now, why are you one of the assassins?"

Bugs groaned, dropping back to show just how tired he was. "Stiles...."

"Look, I know I pushed you to tell me last time but... it's different now. You can't just expect me not to question it." Stiles retorted. "You're my brother which means I have to know... come on."

"Not now, please. You've got a concussion and I've probably added another list of damages to my fist. Can we just like... chill while we're here." Bugs immediately shut down his brothers chance of learning the truth. He knew this moment would be coming soon, it was inevitable but unfortunately for Stiles the moment for truth was not going to be an easy one to achieve.

Stiles flopped back as well, both boys laying horizontally across the bed so their long legs dangled off it. "You sure do know how to put shit off."

'I know."

"I'm gonna find out eventually."

"I know."

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Both boys had eventually been given treatment, Stiles being checked over for any signs of trauma while Bugs fists were stitched and then cleaned up so their wasn't a chance of an infection. Melissa had been present the entire time, making sure they kept their mouths shut and didn't sass off the doctor, or in Bugs case threaten the man when he annoyed him. In his defense he couldn't necessaruly help it when they were poking his skin and questioning if it hurt. The only plausible response being. "Well I don't know dipshit? You're stabbing my already injured skin like it was your dinner... how do you think it feels?"

Eventually they were left alone and just as the last nurse had made her exit Stiles jumped from the bed and headed for the exit. "Fuck this..."

Bugs shot up, sighing at his brothers antics and knowing he was going to have to force Stiles to sit still while they made sure he was alright. However, Melissa had beaten him to it when she came around the corner and pushed Stiles back into the room with a firm shake of her head.

"I'm completely and  totally fine" Stiles exclaimed in annoyance.

Melissa cut him off before he could try and convince her of otherwise. "Uh-uh-uh. You completely and totally have a concussion, Stiles.  Lie back down. The doctor said you're not leaving without a CT scan."

Stiles groaned and answered, "We still haven't paid for the last one."

Bugs decided to jump in then. "Well I don't care, I'll rob the damn bank if I have to but you're getting your head checked out alright! There's already to much going on up there, add another thing and you might implode."

Melissa nodded and pushed the younger twin down. "Meredith is at the station. Your dad said it  could take some time but he will get her to talk. Even if I let you go,  what would you do?"

Stiles finally realized there was no way he was getting out of this one so he huffed in defeat knowing he certainly wouldn't be getting past his guard dog of a brother. "Okay, fine. Can you do me one little favor?"

Melissa nodded her head. "Anything."

"Can you get me a tape player?" Stiles asked her.

Melissa stared at the boy oddly for a second, blinking rapidly. "Like cassettes?"

"Yes. Tapes."

"Did you find a Bon Jovi tape or something?" Bugs questioned his brothers odd request.

"No, shut up," Stiles sassed his brother before looking at Melissa to see if she could grant his request.

  "Yeah, I'll see what I can do." She nodded at his strange request and turned to go back out.

  "Okay, tapes, though, please." Stiles clarified for her.

"Cassettes." Melissa corrected him.

"What the hell do you need a device made from the stone age for?" The green eyed boy whirled around to face his younger twin.

"This." Stiles pulled out the cassette from his pocket and by the way he had been so adamant to get out Bugs just knew this might be the key to their problems.

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The following morning it was Stiles turn to sleep comfortably in a mattress while Bugs was still stuck in one of the worst positions to sleep in, at the very least he now had two chairs to stretch out in but it was still not the ideal way to get some well deserved rest. His brother however was ordered to stay for overnight observation and he wasn't going to let Stiles fight him on this one so he their they stayed.

Stiles was still fast asleep but Bugs had woken up every few hours to make sure he was okay and the nurses also kept coming in. He now sat in one of the chairs with a cup of coffee in his hand. The hospital had given him a change of shirts last night seeing as how his old flannel was now bloodstained so he was trying very hard not to get the grey long sleeve dirty.

Melissa opened the door, gesturing for him to follow her and Bugs was quick to practically jump out of his sitting position and follow her.

"Whats happening?" Bugs questioned when they were out of Stiles earshot. His mind immediately raced to another assassin attack or worse someone coming for them inside the hospital.

"I need you to wait in there I have to get something." She ordered him without another words of explanation. He groaned, pulling at his hair but nodding.

"Alright," Bugs sighed and walked into the room. His eyes immediately going to the brightly shining window which displayed a perfect summer day. There wasn't a cloud in sight and somehow the day looked promising but it was onto a facade, a way to fool Bugs into thinking the day would be better than promised. He however knew that despite the bright weather the day was gonna be nothing more than bloodshed.

Footsteps interrupted his thinking and he whirl around to speak into to find Melissa wasn't the only one in the room. It was Malia and she was actually standing in the same room as him.

It had been days since he had last seen the perfect light brunette... but Bugs didn't see it like that. He felt every long second waste away like years, the lonely nights centuries as he just layer awake and bought about her perfect face. The way she laughed, a perfect harmony to his ears. Or her pink lips, the way he got lost in them whenever she spoke and he tried picturing anything more perfect.

His eyes almost seemed entranced, taking in every inch of the brunette as his feet stuck to the ground and for once a sarcastic comment wasn't able to spill from his lips. He had never felt this way about a girl... not even his first girlfriend, Kasey who had made him feel like he was the king of the world when she kissed his cheek that day in first grade. Kasey had been special to him for a long time because of that, with her soft spoken words and the way she had smelled like flowing flower. Kasey had for a long time been his version of coming back from the depths of his inner conscious. He had known her for many years before she had gone away and they had dated for a long time. Her memories served Bugs purpose once but now it was Malia who was blurring it all out.

What he felt for Malia wasn't pure instinct, it wasn't even just sex... it was like a chemical explosion setting off in his head and reaching the tips of his fingers.

Malia gave him a soft smile, beating the first to break. "Why did you leave last night?"

By now neither teenager was paying much attention to their surroundings as Melissa have them a soft smile of admiration and shut the door, locking it shut.

"You okay?" Bugs smoothly missed her question by looking her over with concern. Of course he knew she was just fine on the outside, heck, the girl was probably fine on the inside as well but that didn't stop him from asking or checking her over once more. His eyes hadn't deceived him last night, not a freckle was out of place.

"Besides the smell of gasoline not leaving my hair? I'm fine." Malia bluntly answered. "What about you? How's your hands?"

"Well, the doctors pretty much said my fists are fucked up but I guess fine." Bugs lifted one of his palms to show her the gauze wrapped around it.

"Alright then." Malia pressed her lips together tightly, her fists bunching up at her sides. Bugs could tell she was restraining herself from grabbing his palm and examining for herself because he was int he exact same pose. It was definitely awkward between the two and they didn't do awkward they did hot make-out session and low talks about anything and everything to do with their lives. He felt anger at himself for causing this rift between the two, but above all further guilt. Malia seemed to look him over once more, her eyes lingering at his fists before she let out a deep breath and turned, "I think I'm gonna go."

Bugs felt his heart deflate at her words and despite the pain radiating from his chest he managed to nod her way. "Okay."

Malia headed for the door and she tried to unlock it, coming up short as the door wouldn't budge. "It's locked."

  Bugs walked forward, leaning into Malia and rattling the door with his own hands and sure enough it was. "Why would she lock the door? Uh... Hey, Melissa? Yo! Ms. M!"

  He tried forcing the doorknob open a a few more times but it still wouldn't budge so Malia lead out an annoyed huff of air and spoke. "I could break it."

  "How about we not do that?" Bugs immediately pulled her away from the door. "I already owe this hospital enough money to have me robbing the bank, don't need to steal the hope diamond as well."

  Malia rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms. "Why would she lock the door?"

"Maybe she didn't mean to." Bugs answered, running his hand through his long hair. He knew exactly what Melissa was trying to do and Malia apparently knew as well with the sour expression on her face. The only problem was what exactly was she trying to get them to do? He didn't expect Malia to just give forgive him if being let out of a room was the solution.

"You don't just accidentally lock a door." She scoffed and the way her head tilted to the side, narrowing her eyes at him Bugs just knew this conversation was no longer about the door.

His eyes stared directly into hers for a moment longer and he could see the fury burning away in them. "This isn't about doors is it?"

"Well you tell me." Malia retorted.

"Malia, fuck I've never been good at this..." And he wasn't lying. The boy practically had a fear of apologies, he hated giving them and receiving them. Apologies were for those who just needed another lie to make the truth seem brighter, apologies were nothing but lies because if you would have really felt bad about it you wouldn't have done it in the first place. "Look. I'm not sorry okay. I'm not sorry for telling you about your dad being Peter. I thought it was the best to keep it from you because I didn't want to have everyone giving you shit about him, I didn't want you thinking that being a murdered ran in the family because it doesn't. I'm not sorry about telling you but now I know it wasn't a good idea because I shouldn't be keeping things from you. I shouldn't need to feel like protecting you from all that is wrong because you don't need anyone to protect you, and I was just too fucking stupid to realize it."

He was out of breath after his long monologue and truth be told he didn't even know if she would like it that much but it had all come from the heart.

Malia's face was impassive, teetering on her heels as he waited for an answer from her. "I don't have much practice in things like forgiveness."

"Well that makes two of us," Bugs answered her, feeling the walls slowly crumbling as the atmosphere grew lighter.

"Some things I'm picking up fast. But other things are like..." Malia went on, her voice drifting off at the end.

  "Like math?" Bugs eyebrow went up in question.

  Malia bluntly answered, "I hate math."

  "You hate me then?" Bugs breathless waited for the answer he was hoping for.

"I like you, Bugs. I like you a lot." She simply answered.

"Good because I think I like you more than a fucking lot." Bugs answered and didn't waste a second until he reached over for her and his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her into his embrace pressing her soft pink lips to his. And as hysterical as it sounded his mind briefly flashed back to watching Beauty and the Beast with his cousin that one time years ago. He remembered the fairy tale kiss and how it all seemed to sink into place, like the world had attuned to their needs and it gave them that perfect. He had laughed when fist watching it, of course the mind of an immature six year old boy couldn't fathom that love like that was real but now he knew. He just fucking knew that it was all possible because kissing Malia Tate felt like the most fucking up fairy tale ever imagined, with a glorious ending.

Malia couldn't help but kiss him back, her mind driven into overdrive when he had finished speaking and even though the concept of love and more was slightly confusing to her she was almost certain that's what he had meant. Of course she wasn't going to question him about it, not now and possibly not for a long time but when he was ready he would let her know.

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"I don't think you're  gonna be taking me anywhere. I can hear the recorder in your pocket.  It's on now, isn't it? You're making a tape. Just like you taped the others."

"It's the record player. " Malia spoke up, making the twins slightly jump when she spoke. They had been so invested in the tape her voice had shocked them slightly. Since coming out of the hospital they had been on a mission to find whatever they could pertaining to this tape. They were currently sitting at the dining room of the Stilinski household, working their asses off.

"What record player?" Bugs turned to his girlfriend.

"The one in the lake house, in the study." Malia answered, speaking like it was obvious.

"So she escaped from Eichen House to go back to listen to a record player?" Stiles blinked rapidly.

"Well, she was like Lydia, right? She was a Banshee?" Malia shrugged.

"Yeah, but only once. She predicted Maddy's death and then just spent decades trying to predict something else." Stiles sighed.

"Maybe she finally did." Malia explained. "And what if this time, it wasn't just one death, it was a lot of deaths?"

"Like the dead pool." Bugs finished for her, putting the pieces further together.

"What if all those years ago, Lorraine predicted it? And she knew there was something in the study that could stop it?" Malia answered.

"Then we're going to the lake house." Stiles spoke up, shutting the tape off and standing up.

"Yeah, you guys are going." Bugs voice was slightly drifted as his attention had gone to his phone where a message had arrived.

From Scott;

Need you at the warehouse... Chris says we need you here.

The address was at the bottom of the phone, Stiles and Malia's eyes glazing over it quickly. Both looking at Bugs.

"I'm coming with you." Malia immediately spoke up.

"No, it's fine. I'll be with Chris and Scott. I need you to watch Stiles for me." Bugs sighed, looking over to his younger brother who slot his eyes in annoyance when he explained.

"Hey! I am no some defenseless—"

"I would agree with you but you've had the shit beaten out of you to many times." Bugs cut him off and turned to go up the stairs. "I'm just gonna change out of this real quick.

He didn't both to pay attention to his brother annoyed curse words or the way Malia shrugged her shoulder somewhat agreeing with her boyfriend. Bugs was curious as to why it was necessary he be at the warehouse but he didn't question it, he would get his answer soon enough.

His bedroom door was closed when he approached it which he found slightly strange but didn't bother to care, it had felt like ages since he had been there much less in any right mental state. His hand quickly opened the door, barely registering the strange man who was waiting for him.

The guy was covered head to toe in black the only part visible was his mouth, and he held a gun directly at Bugs head. The teenage boy stood straight up once he realized what was happening. His eyes going wide as the guy lifted a finger to his lips.

Bugs wanted to scream, hopefully getting someone's attention but the odds were that they would be out in danger. The man motioned for Bugs to get closer, lifting his palm to to grab onto the teenagers arm.

There was a smirk on his face, one practically the size of Texas as Bugs realizes that he was just being used as bait. He was trying to lure in Malia.

His thoughts were correct as the man looked at the boy and whispered, "Malia... Malia Hale."

And he knew Malia head him, there was no possible way she hadn't. Bugs couldn't let her come up here to face death because surely that's what was going to happen.

He acted on instinct once more, choosing to hit the mans arm with his knuckles. The metal smacking again this barely healing skin but thankfully it was a strong enough punch to send the gun soaring, obviously the killer not expecting it. Bugs didn't waste a second, tackling the man to the ground and hitting away at his face.

The assassin somehow managing to roll him over so the teenager was being pinned down as he tried reach for the gun again whilst punching the green eyed boy. Bugs sent his knee directly into his spine, the guy gasping just as footsteps were heard.

Bugs reaching for the gun once his attacker moved out of the way, scrambling onto his knees to point the gun at the man just as Malia appeared baring her teeth at the man with her blue eyes shining brightly. Bugs could see the man was outnumbered, he knew definitely which is why he didn't hesitate to jump out of the open window.

Bugs quickly got to his feet, getting to the window with a bit of blood in his mouth. He saw the guy making an Escobar to the woods behind his house and pointed the gun straight at him. He hadn't ever held one in his hand, but it felt right. He didn't feel a single ounce of remorse when he was about to pull the trigger just a s he managed to get a lock on the guy.

It was either kill or be killed and right now he had managed to live. His finger was just about to pul on the trigger when Stiles bumped into him and smacked him I tot he wall.

"DUDE! Are you crazy! Bugs!" Stiles snapped at his brother, pulling away so he could get a look at his twin. "Don't shoot him! We have neighbors!"

Bugs immediately snapping back as he realized just what he was prepared to do, opening his eyes widely as his hand now felt the burden of the black gun. "Oh fuck... fuck!"

Malia bumped Stiles out of the way to look at Bugs, "son of a bitch he got you..."

She went to jump out of the window, presumably to follow the assassin and then probably finish off the job her boyfriend was going to do when Bugs grabbed her. "Hey! I'm fine! See I'm fine! Don't follow him there's more important things to do."

Despite the blood in his mouth he didn't feel an ounce of pain although he assumed it was because of the adrenaline rush from kicking ass. His heart was thumping loudly thinking back to the moment where he was ready to kill, it didn't feel like anything else. The moment felt so normal it scared the shit out of him but he couldn't think it over to much.

"Are you kidding me! I'm not letting you go by yourself! Not after that!" Malia retorted, her hands somehow finding a dirty t-shirt of his and wiping away the blood around his mouth.

"Malia's right, they've hit a new level. We can't be alone." Stiles sighed, looking out the window another time to check there wasn't anyone watching them.

"I'm not going alone." Bugs sighed, lifting the gun in his hand. "I've made a new friend."

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Bugs didn't want to accept it, he didn't want to believe it but there was no denying it. This was his job, possibly the only thing he was born to do. When he remembered to the time of the Nogitusne he always told himself it wasn't murder because it was justified... he was saving his brother and friends. He was saving the very people that kept him whole so it wasn't murder, all that blood it wasn't just because. It was for an actual cause, one he had vowed to protect. It was kill or be killed and those killed wouldn't just be him, it was the very essence of his existence and there was no way he was letting that be killed. At least that's the way he justified it to himself for months, and would continue on for years as he looked back and realized that he hadn't come out of the situation unscathed.

However, after all that time justifying it to himself and repeating the words like a mantra, dissecting every part of that night, there always that voice at the very back of his mind. One tiny and barely above a whisper but it was still a voice and it reminded him that maybe the night wasn't to save the people he loved. Why? Because he had laughed and enjoyed it, he had killed like it was a fucking game and not reality. He had killed with a smile gracing his white teeth as the blood had tainted his skin.

So as the moment approached and the dark overcame the warehouse he struggled once more to justify the next hours to himself. He was going to kill, he knew he was. There was no denying that fact and he had to be okay with it.

He had to remember it was either kill or be killed and there was no way he would be taking the shorter straw of that deal.

The boys fingers glided over the black gun, feeling the details of it on the pad of his thumb as he thought over what they were asking him to do. The dark parts were okay, the monster was more than willing to let it all out tonight but the question was was he okay with it all. Could he accept more blood on his hands or as the weight of a waterfall already drowning him?

"You know how to use that thing?"

Chris Argent walked up to the boy, his bright blue eyes analyzing the young teenagers who had barely uttered two words since being explained the plan. Now he sat atop one of the many wood e boxes lying amongst the place with a thoughtful expression to his face.

"Why? Why did you call me here?" Bugs questioned, lifting his face to meet the hunters gaze.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't be opposed to murder as much as the others... although I'm sure you don't want to talk about it." Chris said low enough to where it was only a conversation between them two. Even though there was room full of werewolves he assumed most of them were to immersed in their own world to think about the voices amongst them.

"Funny," Bugs have him a halfhearted smile. "You're wrong... I want to do more than talk about I mean every cell in me is feeling so alive right now. I don't just want to talk about it Chris I want to make a fucking party out of it and that doesn't make me a good person like anyone else here."

"You think any of us are good people?" Chris retorted, raising a brow to the boy. "Even the most kind hearted of us has done things we wish we didn't. None of us are good people... we've been violent for millenniums Bugs. The difference is some of us choose to embrace our nature and put it to good."

He ended his short monologue by clasping Bugs hand tightly around the gun so it say better than ever against his palm. Bugs barely noticed this as he was echoing the hunters words. Chris was right... of course he was.

Sometimes the only way to get around your nature was to embrace it... even the bad parts because those bad parts just might end up being the silver lining to this whole mess.

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They came in, bursting through the door with only a smoke grenade to warn them all.

It scared the hell out of most of Satomi's, some of them jumping in fear at their entrance.

Definitely not the McCall pack, Chris, or Derek and Braedon. They all just simply prepared to fight the battle of their lives.

Bugs held tightly onto the gun, his only chance of surviving this. Scott had made him promise to stay behind him the entire time but unfortunately that wasn't in the boys nature.

Bugs had quickly dived behind some boxes made of thick material, the guns shots going off as red light beams began looking for any target. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do but he needed to decide something quickly. They were getting closer and eventually he was going to have to act if he wanted to stay alive.

From the space between the boxes he could tell they wore matching suits to the assassin who had jumped him in his room. Bugs growling in anger as he knew the guy he had almost killed was somewhere here.

And that gave him a little joy.

As the gunshot ran in his ear and the footsteps drew closer he decided to act now rather than later.

Just as they neared close enough to catch him he began shooting at them, his first shots stunned them all. Giving him enough opportunity to get a decent shot at at least four of them, that is until he was pulled behind so thick walls.

"Are you out of your mind?" Derek yelled at him, pulling him behind him as shots got to close. "What the hells wrong with you!"

Bugs shrugged his shoulders, opening the chamber to his gun and answering, "one, I don't fucking know and two, a lot of things sour wolf. Damn... I'm almost out of bullets."

"Good." Derek unexpectedly yanked the gun away from his grasp. "Maybe that will keep you from doing something stupid. I don't know who they let you get out."

"Hey asshole," Bugs yelled at the werewolf. Anger immediately radiating off him when he was treated like he wasn't capable of doing this. "I'm not a fucking kid and you know what. Fuck a gun, I work better with my hands anyway."

And the teenagers jogged away before Derek could even say a thing.

Derek had pissed him off so much, his head was throbbing. He knew exactly what he was doing, this wasn't his first time and he was going to prove that he knew best.

He came upon one of the shooters, the guys back turned to him as he clasped his arms around his head. The assassin wasn't expecting it and Bugs grit his teeth to push the guy forward. He managed to smack him against the nearest wall, gripping his head an repeatedly pummeling he guy into the wall until he fell unconscious. He dropped the guy and moved onto the next one, ducking under tables and whatever else could give him cover.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone swing a black rifle at him, ducking just as it was about to smack again his forehead and tackled the person. His knee connected with the guys gut and then he swung his fist out to it smacked against their jaw. The guy let out a huff of surprise as he tried pointing the at Bugs somehow and he would have except the green eyed boy was filled on enough adrenaline to power a city.

The next thing he knew he had taken out four more people and there wasn't a chance he would be stopping soon.

Somehow one of the assassins had dropped their military grade rifle and it was now in the teenagers possession. As confused and high tech as it was he knew it would do a hell of a lot more damage than anything else. And he had a lock on one of them. It was like a slow motion picture, each beat of his heart ringing loudly in his ear as his breathing halted and the moment presented it to himself. It was true, he was in his nature and he had never felt more right.

But the moment was cut short when cell phone rings began to chime, one at a time until it was a chorus of ceasefire.

Bugs was puzzled watching as the men ready to kill looked over the cell phones, leaving themselves completely open to their enemies. They barely read what was on their before all of them were backing away into the smoke.

He stayed still, wondering this this was just their way of trying to gain the upper hand so he kept his posture ready to shoot them down.

No one came however and as murmurs were whispered around the warehouse, earlobes coming out of hiding Bugs was still glued to his spot.

He was so ready to take another, so ready to accept his true nature but yet the moment had been taken away from him. A chance to have the darkness finally turned to something good flushed away.

"Bugs... where's Bugs? Is he okay?" Scotts voice broke the still boy out of his trance. Finally realizing that he needed to step out.

He walked away from his hidden spot, holding the gun in one hand as he shuffled out and come into view for most of the others.

He couldn't comprehend why they were giving him looks of horror or why Scott had staggered in his steps. It made sense however when Chris nodded his way, not seeming at all affected by the way he had come out of the shadows.

He was soaked in blood, and that didn't bother him at all.

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That flashback was the night of the murders so yeah, pretty crazy stuff man. Also this thing isn't edited at all but it's long as all hell.

2 more episodes. That last scene inspired by Mr. Frank Castle himself 😁

-Ash💜