DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
it got me.

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ADRIAN MARTIN WAS PRETTY MUCH USELESS IN THE MAKING OF THIS FIRE BOMB HIS SISTER WAS CREATING. The entire time was basically just the Martin siblings radiating chaotic energy while the sister of the pair orders everyone around.

"No, don't sniff it, idiot!" Lydia hisses to her brother, who took a whiff of some bottle he randomly grabbed from the shelf- no idea whether it would be useful or not. His sister took it off his hands, turning to her boyfriend. "Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

The lacrosse captain took a moment before handing her a beaker Adrian was sure the boy knew nothing about. Lydia never checked over it as she poured some inside and continued to mix before she deemed it finished.

After a cork was placed on the end, it was handed off to Scott. The young werewolf took it just as his girlfriend spoke up, shaking her head. "No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there."

When he noticed her blinking back the tears, Scott frowned and leaned towards her. "We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages."

With a shaky breath, Allison too leaned forwards. "You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."

"And we're next." Allison shook her head at his words, Scott's eyes getting all the more sad knowing he was going against her wishes and lying to her. "Somebody has to do something."

When Scott made a move towards the door, Allison reacted fast. "Scott, just stop." She grabbed his arm, staring directly into his brown eyes. "Do you remember . . . do you remember when you told me you knew whether I was lying or not? That I had a tell. So do you. You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night."

Yikes. Adrian thought, Jackson smirking as the couple continued. Truly, he did feel sympathy towards Allison. She was being thrown into this new situation while being kept in the dark and now her boyfriend is lying to her and going out to risk his life.

"Just . . . please. Please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please." Allison tearfully begged him, seeming to be holding back tears more than ever.

Scott didn't say anything for a few moments, making the redhead wonder if he was going to go through with it or not. He got his answer when the tanned boy muttered. "Lock it behind me." And began to slip away from her.

Before anyone could register anything, Allison grabbed onto him tighter and spun him round. She grabbed his face to kiss him, Scott's hands going to her waist. Adrian smiled sadly at the pair, watching Allison's face fall when Scott stared at her before leaving.

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With Lydia and Jackson trying to comfort a distressed and crying Allison, Adrian thought now would be the good time to hide near the back of the class and check his bite mark.

Even in the dark light, he could see the wet glisten of blood on his jacket arm, making him wince as his shaky fingers went to touch it. The boy bit on his lip at the stinging sensation, pulling his hand away as soon as he touched it. It came to no surprise when blood coated the tips of his fingers, proving to Adrian this was really happening.

"Damm," Adrian muttered angrily, slamming his fist on the table lightly as to not alert the others.

Meanwhile, Allison sobbed for her boyfriend, who had been gone for a good five minutes now. "I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there, why he left us. And I can't . . . I can't stop my hands from shaking." She sniffled.

"It's okay." Jackson was the one to grab her hands into his, holding their shaking form tightly. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay."

Allison just looked at him while Adrian glared daggers at him. Lydia stood silently to the side next to him, not knowing how to react. Had it not been for his arm and situation, the redhead probably would've tried to take a swing at him.

As her brother mentally cursed her boyfriend out, Lydia frowned. "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."

For someone who was in a life threatening situation, Jackson seemed like he couldn't care less. "I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn't I?"

Lydia just stared at him, her look unsure. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did."

All of a sudden, a loud growl echoed through the school and reached the classroom of students; affecting two people in the room.

Adrian let out a short cry of pain as he fell to the ground, holding his right arm. Jackson was next to go with him, clasping onto the back of his neck.

Stiles was the first to react out of all of them, his feet skidding as he ran towards the redhead and dropped down to his knees. He tried talking to the boy, but all he was met with was sounds of pain as he backed up to lean against the wall.

Lydia tried to approach her brother, worried for him, but Stiles insisted she go handle her boyfriend as he led them away from the group. While Allison and Lydia attended to Jackson, Adrian and Stiles were hidden behind a desk; out of sight.

Stiles bravely ran his fingers through Adrian's hair- which was softer than he had originally thought- as the boy screamed in agonising pain. It felt like the pain one would experience before a horrible death, making Adrian fear the worst.

After what seemed like forever, the Martin's body eventually slumped against Stilinski's. His breathing was heavy as his cheek pressed against the sheriff's son's shoulder, closing his eyes to hold back more pain and tears.

Faintly, Adrian could hear Allison and Lydia asking Jackson about something on the back of his neck, but Jackson didn't offer any answer as he ignored them.

"Adrian, hey, Adrian." Stiles lifted the boy's head, holding his face in his hands as he spoke through to him worriedly. "You okay? What just happened?"

"It . . ." Adrian trailed off weakly, squinting so his green eyes could see a blurred Stiles Stilinski. "It got me."

Stiles swore he stopped breathing for a second as he scanned the boy's body, checking for signs until he found the culprit. At first, Stiles didn't want to believe it. But when he saw the wet patch on his jacket sleeve and his blood stained fingertips, he knew he couldn't deny it. Adrian Martin had been bitten.

Tears gathered in the young teen's eyes, his mouth falling open as he looked down at the ginger haired boy. "Adrian," he called out softly.

"I know." Adrian mumbled, defeatedly laying his head close to Stiles as he let him hold him. "I'm not healing, I know what that means."

"M-Maybe some people just take longer than others." Stiles tried to grasp onto any glimpse of hope he could search for. He couldn't lose him. He wouldn't.

"Stiles," Adrian called out to him. Stiles' breath hitched when a palm came to caress his cheek, his face being turned from the bite wound to Adrian Martin's face. "It's okay. At least one of the last faces I got to see . . . was yours."

It was a bold statement, sure. And if Adrian was in any other situation, he would've never let the words slip. But, he did want the boy to know. Maybe not say it out loud . . . but at least tell him something.

Stiles wasn't given enough time to reply before a key snapping in the door gained all the attention. Allison immediately stood up, running over to the doors as she banged her fists against the wood. "Scott!"

"Where is he going?" Lydia questioned as Allison screamed her boyfriend's name, trying the handle multiple times.

"Stop." Lydia told her when the tall brunette didn't stop her assaults on the door. At first, the girl didn't listen; prompting the strawberry blonde to scream. "Stop! Do you hear that?"

Everyone was silent and listened carefully. Adrian didn't think he'd ever be happy to hear the sound of sirens until now. The redhead let out a sigh of relief, Stiles quickly squeezing his hand when no one noticed.

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"You sure it was Derek Hale?" Sheriff Stilinski asked the three boys as they exited the school after being saved by the police.

"Yes." The young werewolf replied, glancing at the two teen boys beside him. Scott had noticed Stiles kept glancing to Adrian worriedly the entire time; refusing to leave his side.

"I saw him, too." Stiles added in. When Noah looked at him, Adrian could only manage a small nod while he held his arm as if in a nervous position. In reality; he was really trying to hide any form of injury to the police department.

"What about the janitor?" Scott managed to get the sheriff to take his eyes of the silent redhead.

"We're still looking." Mr Stilinski answered.

"Did you check the bleachers? Under them?" The werewolf urgently asked, making Adrian wonder why he was so keen.

"Yeah, Scott, we looked." The older man snapped, most likely under a lot of stress. "We pulled them out, just like you asked, there's nothing."

"I'm not making this up." Scott stated.

"I know, I believe you, I do."

"No, you don't." The shaggy haired boy insisted, the two other boys watching as he talks to the sheriff. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you want to believe me, but I know you don't."

Adrian leaned against the railings, Stiles joining him as the two tried to relax. But, let's be honest, relaxation wasn't really reachable at this time.

"Listen to me." Noah told the boy determinedly. "We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise."

"Sheriff!" A police officer called out across the car park, gaining the older man's attention.

He turned to the three teenagers, giving them a pointed look. "Stay. All of you." Once said, he started walking in the direction of the officer.

"Well, we survived, guys. Ya know, we out lasted the Alpha." He glanced at the redhead giving him a warning look which he ignored. "Well, except for the fact that Ad-"

"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think he heard us? You don't think that it knew exactly where we were?" Scott speculated, interrupting his friend as he looked between them. Stiles was going to speak again but his friend beat him to it. "It wants me in its pack. But, I think first . . . I have to get rid of my old pack."

"Old pack? You don't know any other werewolves." Adrian told him, shifting against the railing. "Who could possibly be in this pack?"

Scott thought for a moment. "Allison, Jackson, Lydia . . ." He listed, taking a short pause. "You two."

Stiles was silent, taking in all the information and thinking things through his mind. "The Alpha doesn't want to kill us." He realised, the boy next to him getting a chilled feeling down his spine.

"He wants me to do it." Scott finished. "And that's not even the worst part."

Stiles' eyes cleared, beginning to beckon over to the still injured boy. "Yeah, like what is going to happen to Adri-"

"When he made me shift, I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. Both of you. All of you." Stiles looked like he was going to burst when his best friend got distracted by his boss, Deaton, getting sat in an ambulance.

When Scott walked off, Stiles looked frustrated but soon recovered as he looked over at the boy next to him. "You okay? How's your arm?"

Agony. Was Adrian first thought, but he lied anyway. "It's fine."

"Liar." Stiles gave him a look, tilting his head as he watched the boy crumple. "Hey, I'll figure something out. We can tell Scott about it later."

"I don't . . ." Adrian stammered, his voice trailing off as his blinks got slower. "I don't-" his feet gave way, Stiles catching him just in time as his world faded to black again.

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When Adrian blinked his eyes open and gained consciousness, he felt something wet on his forehead and a soft material beneath him.

With a groan, the boy tried to sit up . . . only to be reminded by his bitten arm as someone laid him back down. "Hey, woah, easy there, Tiger."

Stiles was sitting crossed legged in front of him, a weak smile on his lips. Adrian groaned, placing a hand to the wet cloth on his forehead. "Stiles . . . what am I doing in your room?"

"You passed out. Lydia was going to spend the night at Jackson's and I wanted to make sure your arm was okay." The buzzcut teen admitted bashfully, a pink hue dusting his cheeks. "My dad and I helped to carry you in here."

"He's okay with me staying here?" The redhead groggily asked, seeing the boy nod. "Alright then, what did I miss?" He sighed.

"Not much. Allison broke up with Scott." The boy informed him, seeing Adrian wince at his words. "I know. Scott's devastated."

Adrian nodded, not needing to know anything more as he felt his head thump rapidly. He could only imagine what he must look like in Stiles' eyes. He closed his eyes, his breathing slightly laboured.

He hadn't even realised Stiles had left him until he was kneeling on his carpet beside Adrian still on the bed with a first aid kit in hand. He knew he was no professional, and it wouldn't fix everything . . . but he had to try. "C-Can I?" He politely asked.

"Something tells me 'no' isn't an option." Adrian weakly joked, letting out a tired chuckle once he saw Stiles give him a small nod to say he was right. "Go ahead."

It was a lot of work between the two taking off the boy's jacket so his wound was properly exposed, Stiles gulping at the horrid sight. The blood made him feel slightly nauseous, but he knew he couldn't black out. No. He had to stay strong for him.

It was silent between the two as Stiles did some work on his bandages, biting his lip in concentration. Adrian watched him the entire time, smiling slightly. It was the Stilinski boy who spoke first, his question catching him off guard. "Did you mean it?"

"What?" The redhead weakly asked, feeling half asleep.

"About us meaning nothing to you? Me and Scott?" Stiles looked into his green eyes, biting his lip slightly as he finished tying the final bandage.

Adrian raised his head off the soft bedsheets. His head pounded, but he didn't care. "No." Shaking his head lightly, Adrian sucked in a breath. "You don't mean nothing to me. In fact, all my words regarding you guys were lies."

Stiles smiled genuinely at him. It dropped when he realised his harsh words to the redhead earlier and how he was not completely innocent himself. With his heart filled with regret, Stiles spoke. "I'm sorry for what I said. You're not a disappointment, or a downgrade of Lydia."

"No." The redhead denied, staring at the hazel eyed boy's walls. He had a sad look on his face. "You were right on that- you were right about everything regarding me."

"That's a lie." Stiles chuckled, shaking his head. "I was just upset. Yes, you're not like Lydia, but I like that. It's what makes you different."

"Sometimes I wish we weren't so different." Adrian mumbled, his words being caught by the boy. He let out a laugh, but there was no humour. "I mean, that's why you like her right? Her super intelligent personality with strawberry blonde hair everyone compliments?"

"W-Wha . . . "

"I mean, it's pretty obvious. Every single time we came into school, all I could see was your eyes on her. I mean, it started ever since the third grade." Adrian was no longer looking at the boy, knowing he was only going to break more realising he was right.

There was a long silence on Stiles' part, Adrian fearing his reaction may have been worse than he originally thought. Until, the truth broke free. "I never liked Lydia."

Adrian scoffed. "I thought the whole point of this chat was to debunk our lies. Admit it, Stilinski, you're smitten with her."

"I wouldn't say it's a her." Stiles mumbled under his breath, thinking the redhead was too caught up in his own pain to hear his.

But Adrian Martin heard perfectly. He shot up as fast as lighting, his eyes wider than golf balls. Admittedly, it did take awhile for Adrian to get his next words out as his heart thumped so loud he was afraid the teen boy would hear. "You're gay?"

Stiles did so hesitantly, but he nodded nonetheless. He was the one now afraid to look and face the redhead across from him- who wore a flabbergasted look.

"You-" Adrian stopped, pausing to swallow thickly as looked around in the awkward air between them. "You know I don't care for that type of stuff, right? I mean- Danny's gay."

Stiles exhaled deeply, looking into Adrian Martin's green eyes. "It's not your judgement I'm worried about." He explained, watching Adrian's confused face. "Look, when you said I liked a Martin- you weren't wrong . . . it's just not Lydia."

Adrian's heart threatened to explode in his chest. His mind almost didn't believe this lunacy. I mean- people can only dream of having these words thrown at you. It's all one big movie fantasy. But no, Stiles' hazel eyes told a different story.

"Y-You like me?" The soft tone of voice soothed over Stiles like a calm wave of warmth. He relished in the feeling for only a moment, before he gave the nod. ". . . Why? I'm a complete asshole- especially to you and Scott."

"I . . . I honestly don't know." The buzzcut teen admitted awkwardly, the tension grower thicker between them as he scratched his neck. "It kind of just happened. With you spending time with me and Scott, I got to know you. Not the asshole lacrosse player who doesn't care about anyone but himself; I got to know the real Adrian Martin . . . the one I like."

Adrian hadn't even realised Stiles had finished bandaging his bite mark up until he sat up to find the Stilinski boy holding it gently, his thumb rubbing up and down.

He inched closer, his heart hammering in his chest. With a bite of the lip, he took ahold of the hazel eyed boy's hand in his. Stiles was moved to sit on his bed beside the redhead, causing him to frown curiously as he looked up. "Adrian, what are you doing?"

His green eyes focused on the moles speckled across Stiles' hand until his gaze traveled up to his face. His whole body felt heavy, his mind clouded with doubt. But Adrian Martin knew what was to be the next step; or else he would regret not doing it forever.

With a weak smile, Adrian let out a short laugh. "I'm dying anyway, right? This might as well happen."

Stiles frowned, ready to protest. His face showed confusion, leading Adrian to know he had no idea what was to come. "You're not dy-"

Adrian Martin leaned forward until his lips rested roughly on Stiles Stilinski's. It was a powerful kiss, one that almost knocked all the wind out of the sheriff's son before he recovered and kissed back.

With their foreheads gently resting on each other's- their noses brushing every so often- Stiles and Adrian felt the butterflies swarm in a frenzy; making their bodies feel warm.

Adrian was the one to pull away, hearing both his and Stiles' breathing pick up from the kiss. His eyes were wide, staring at the mole-faced boy, who's face he was caressing.

Stiles too opened his eyes, his lips still in a pout due to the kiss. His dark eyebrows knitted together, his face lacing concern. "Are you okay?"

Am I? Adrian wasn't so sure he was as his body began to heat up the way it would if it were sick. Sweat began to build up, his slightly heavier breathing turning into pants. "I-I don't know."

"What's happening? What can I do?!" Stiles panicked, frantically caressing the redheaded teen, who was getting paler in his arms. His body swayed, making the teenage boy worry. "Adrian? Adrian?"

But it was no use, Adrian Martin's eyes rolled to the back of his head; his body slumping. Stiles caught him just before he could fall to the floor, laying him gently on the bed as he stood above him. "Adrian?! Adrian!"

But it was no use, Adrian had already slipped into the void.

A U T H O R. N O T E
am i going to keep using the word void until i have to capitalise it in season three? yes.

did i just hit myself with the feels only to ruin my own creation by destroying the moment? yes. yes, i did. alright, imma head out.

GIF MADE BY ME !
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