DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER FORTY.
i never got to tell him.

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AFTER PEOPLE HAD FLED FROM THE PARTY, THE THREE BOYS IMMEDIATELY DROVE OVER TO STILES' HOUSE TO INFORM HIS DAD WHAT THEY HAD JUST DISCOVERED. Sheriff Stilinski solving this case could hopefully help get him his job back, so the teens told him as much as they could . . . only leaving out the whole Kanima ordeal.

"So, this kid's the real killer?" Noah questioned as the four of them stood over a school yearbook, Stiles' desk lamp lighting it up for a clearer view.

"Yeah." His son nodded, looking down at Matt's picture with a red circle drawn around it with an arrow pointing to his name.

The police officer shook his head, unconvinced. "No."

Stiles looked at him in surprise, obviously expecting his father to just believe this kid was a murderer and that was that. "Yes!"

"No." Noah repeated, crossing his arms with a stern look at the young boy.

The youngest Stilinski was quick to get up from his desk chair. "Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So, all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts, and figure out which class they all had in common."

His two friends backed him up with nods behind him, the Sheriff still looking unsure on their suspicion. "Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promotor, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class." He pointed out to them.

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry." Stiles muttered sarcastically back. "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

Noah thought for a moment before shaking his head, pointing a finger at his son. "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything. Adrian, Scott, do you two believe this?"

Stiles rolled his eyes as Scott spoke first. "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt."

The Sheriff turned to the other boy expectantly, raising his eyebrows. "Adrian?"

The redhead nodded along, gulping. "It's definitely him, Sheriff. I know believing in Stiles' theories are insane but you have to trust him on this."

"Yeah, he took Harris's car okay?" Stiles jumped back in immediately to convince his dad. "Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victim's were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine." Noah finally gave in, most likely tired of hearing his son's constant pushing. "I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asked, hands raising up as he cried out. "Our swim team sucks! We haven't won in, like, six years. Okay, we don't have a motive yet, I mean, come on, does Harris?"

His son made a decent argument, earning a small nod from his dad. "What do you want me to do?"

Stiles let out a breath of relief as Adrian smiled, glad for his stubborn and persistent boyfriend. "We need to look at the evidence." Scott leaned forwards.

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work." The man replied, shooting his son an annoyed look as the Martin cringed at the bad timing.

"Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles encourages pleadingly, so close to getting his father on board.

"Trust you?" Noah narrowed his eyes, gesturing to his own son with a finger.

Stiles' lips pursed together nervously, awkwardly gesturing to the two teens behind him with his thumb. "Trust . . . trust Adrian and Scott?"

Noah looked at the two mentioned boys, who shyly smiled. He nodded. "Adrian and Scott, I trust."

Adrian smiled, biting his lip at the big grin that was threatening to break loose. He trusts him. He thought cheerfully. Stiles' dad trusts him.

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When Sheriff Stilinski entered the station with his son and two other teenagers in tow, the lady behind the desk raised her eyebrows at him. "It's two in the morning."

"Believe me," Noah leaned on the desk, his voice low as he spoke to his ex-colleague. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."

Due to his father being preoccupied, Stiles turned to his two friends. "We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?"

His murmur confused the two boys, Scott being the one to ask. "Why?"

Stiles turned to them. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?"

Adrian's eyes widened in realisation, a shiver coming through him as he recalled her death. "Jessica, the pregnant girl. Matt suffocated her after she gave birth, meaning someone could've saw him."

Just then, the lady behind the desk jerked her head back behind her. They were in. Mr Stilinski nodded in her direction. "Thank you. Boys," he called, walking into his office with the teens close behind.

After awhile, Noah had managed to access the CCTV footage from Beacon Hill Memorial Hospital the day Jessica had died on the TV sat in front of his desk. The three teens looked over the man's shoulder eagerly, trying to catch any sight of Matt.

"I don't know, guys." Mr Stilinski still looked unconvinced by their statement. He let out a tired sigh. "I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going." Stiles persisted, determined to prove that Matt really was the one behind it all without telling his dad the supernatural side of things.

"He had to have passed the cameras to get to Jessica's room." Adrian claimed, leaning against the desk for support. "He's on here somewhere."

The three teens watched eagerly as they tried to spot Matt, Scott's keen eyes catching him. "Oh, hold on, stop. Did you see that? Scroll back." He instructed quickly.

Noah complied, doing as the werewolf said. You couldn't see Matt's face, but it was obvious it was him in his classic leather jacket and curly brown hair. "That's Matt." Stiles confirmed.

His father squinted at the screen. "All I see is the back of someone's head."

"Matt's head, yeah." His son gave a short nod back, an impatient look beginning to take place. "I sit behind him in History. He's got a very distant cranium, it's weird."

"Are you crazy?"

"All right, fine, dad, look at his jacket, huh?" Stiles pointed to the screen. "How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?" Adrian rolled his eyes at the poor convincing between them.

"Millions, literally." The older man deadpanned.

Before the Stilinski's could continue, Scott stepped in. "Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

Noah followed his orders, scrolling forwards until the footage showed Matt turning a corner, his head down. "Right there. Stop. Stop. See?" Stiles frantically spoke, gesturing to the screen. "There he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again." The officer corrected, clearly losing hope.

Stiles hadn't given up just yet, leaning forwards more. "Okay, but look. He's talking to someone."

Both Adrian and Scott's eyes widened when they recognised Matt talking to none other than Ms McCall. "He's talking to my mum."

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"Scott, do you know how many people I deal with in a day?" Melissa questioned on the other side of the phone after Scott had frantically called her, asking if she had seen Matt that day at the hospital.

"This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager." Scott explained, not really selling the description well.

"Yeah, he looks evil." Stiles chipped in.

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

Scott sighed. "Okay, Mum, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." His phone clicked as he took of a picture of Matt's yearbook photo and sent it to her. "Do you recognise him? Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott what's going on?" She answered, the four of them all exchanging looks of hope.

"It's-It's nothing, Mum. I'll explain later. I gotta go." He quickly hung up, getting straight into the action.

Noah pulled out a file filled with texts and pictures of patterns from across his desk, opening it. "All right, we've got the shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."

"And if they match that puts Matt at the scene of three murders." Stiles' eyes lit up, him and Adrian exchanging a look. "The trailer, the hospital, and the rave."

"Actually four." Noah mumbled. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage the day the mechanic was killed."

"That psycho was there with us?" Adrian's eyes widened.

"No. It was a couple of hours before you and Stiles got there." The Sheriff answered the teen, standing up.

Just then, Adrian felt a splitting pain in his entire body. He winced, hands reaching out to caress the unbearable pain. Stiles and Scott shared knowing looks as Noah looked at him curiously. "Adrian, you okay?"

The Martin boy quickly took his hands away, trying his best to act normal through the pain. They were so close to solving this without telling Stiles' dad of the supernatural, he couldn't mess this up now. "I'm fine." he lied.

There was silence between them until Stiles broke it. "All right, dad. If one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

Noah turned to the teens, a proud look in his eyes as he smirked. "Four's enough for a warrant." Stiles quickly fist pumped as Adrian patted him on the back, careful with the amount of affection he displayed in front of his father. "Scott, call your mum back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Adrian, go to the front desk, tell them to let Scott's mum in when she gets here."

Adrian quickly nodded, jogging his way out of the office before Stiles' order could be given. When reaching the front desk, instead of seeing the lady working like he'd anticipated . . . no one was there.

"Umm," The redhead trailed off, looking around uneasily. "Hello? I-I came in with the Sheriff."

When nothing was heard back, Adrian chose to slowly lean over the desk . . . his heart dropping when her dead body lay before him. Her whole body had been slashed, revealing why Adrian had been in pain before.

The pressure of a gun on the back of his head made Adrian freeze, the weapon clicking threateningly. "Oh crap." The boy breathed out.

"Oh crap is right, Adrian." Matt's dark chuckle spoke behind him, making him grimace. "Now, move your ass and lead me to your friends or I'll put a bullet in your head . . . then maybe put one in Stiles' too for good measure."

Adrian's heart ran on fear as he slowly led the way into the office, the gun never leaving his head as Matt followed. When the door opened, the chatter stopped. Noah looked up, his eyes widening at the situation they were now put in.

Noticing the man's shocked face, Scott and Stiles too looked up . . . the buzzcut boy's heart plummeting to his stomach. It might as well have been him with the gun pointed at his head from the amount of fear he received from the sight. His palms grew sweaty as he stood frozen, mouth and eyes wide in terror.

The gun in Matt's hand shook as he glared, tears Adrian couldn't see brimming his eyes. He then pushed the Martin boy forward with his gun, Stiles immediately reaching for his forearm to hold him closer to him.

The two boys so badly wanted to hug and display their affections for one another after the threatening- and still very scary- moment that had just happened . . . but they knew they couldn't with Stiles' dad still there in the room.

"Matt. It's Matt, right?" Sheriff held his hands up to show he was unarmed, keeping his nice calm voice. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." The boy seethed in response, referencing the Kanima.

"I know you don't want to hurt people." Noah softly tried to talk him out of it, his son shifting even closer to a certain redhead.

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people." Matt corrected, looking almost proud of his answer. "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded." He took a pause. "And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing."

Scott quickly whipped his hands out from his pocket, closing his eyes with a wince that he had been caught. Matt nodded. "That-That could definitely get someone hurt." He waved the gun around. "Everyone."

"Now!" The murders' sudden snap made them all alert that he was being dead serious. These were no empty threats.

"Come on." Sheriff Stilinski nodded at the three boys, all of them hesitantly surrendering their phones by placing them on the desk.

Great. Adrian thought sarcastically, Matt's glare focused on him mainly. How the hell are we going to get out of this one?

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"Tighter." Matt harshly ordered to Stiles, who had the gun pointed at his head as he was forced to handcuff his own dad to a pipe against the wall.

Stiles' face showed clear anger, his jaw clenching as his father nodded to him calmly. "Do what he says, Stiles." The boy did as he was told, tightening the cuff.

Matt gave a small nod before grabbing the closest teen- which happened to sadly be Adrian- as he pressed a gun to the side of their head. "You two, walk forward." He instructed, Stiles and Scott doing as he asked.

They walked through the hallway, passing the door which led to other offices only to find three dead bodies of other police workers. Adrian looked away at the blood, his body beginning to feel numb from all the pain his abilities were putting him through.

"What, are you gonna wipe the whole department out?" Adrian braved to speak, fists clenched beside him. "Kill every good officer in here so you can have the satisfaction of killing innocent people?"

"Oh, Martin." Matt tutted, shaking his head. "That's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and then he does it."

He led them all back into the Sheriff's office, forcing Stiles and Scott to destroy any piece of evidence they had against him while holding Adrian at gunpoint. The redhead had never felt so weak and pathetic in his entire life, his head hung in shame.

"Deleted." Stiles muttered as he pressed the final key on the computer, the notification popping up. "And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserve it because they killed you first- whatever that means- I think we're good here, right? You step away from Adrian with the gun and never go near him again, I'll get my dad and we'll go, you know? You continue your whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

The situation only got worse when car lights shone through the police windows as it parked. Melissa was here.

Matt slowly smirked, looking at the tanned werewolf smugly. "Looks like your mum's here, McCall."

"Matt, don't do this." Scott was quick to beg. "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

But it was too late . . . the door to the station had already opened.

"If you don't move," Matt let out a humourless chuckle. "I'm going to kill Adrian and Stiles first, then your mum." He stood back up so they were all by the door, Scott's hand on the handle. "Open it."

The werewolf's eyes saddened at what was about to happen, hoping there could be some way- any way- to stop it. "Please."

"Open the door." Matt's whole demeanour darkened as he gripped onto Adrian tighter, making the redhead wince at what would surely form a bruise the next day . . . if he made it out alive, that is.

Scott had no choice as he opened the door, revealing Derek and not his mother. The werewolf let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god."

That relief soon faded when Derek's body fell forwards, the older werewolf landing by the teen's feet. Jackson was behind him, Kanima scales covering his face to go with his reptilian eyes.

Matt teased the man, bending down so Derek could see his face. "This is the one controlling him? This kid?" The werewolf asked the three teens, glaring at the boy.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf." Matt spat venomously, making the three teen's eyes widen. He knew. "Oh yeah, that's right."

Matt looked at the three teens, giving a taunting smile. "I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas. It's like a freaking Halloween party every full moon." He turned to the young couple. "Except for you two, Stiles and Adrian. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman." Stiles bit back sarcastically, hoping that if he answered first the boy would forget about what Adrian was. "But, uh, it's more of, like, a winter time thing, you know, seasonal."

One glance between Matt and Jackson settled the boy's fate. Stiles was swiped by the Kanima's claws on the back of the neck, making him grunt as his body began to fall.

Scott and Adrian- more so Adrian- immediately stepped forward to catch the falling boy, but Jackson wagged one single finger at them in warning.

"You bitch." Stiles' body fell right on top of Derek's, making the man grunt with the added weight.

"Get him off of me." The alpha glared at the ceiling.

Matt laughed mischievously, finding humour in the situation. "Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair." His eyes casted over to Adrian, who was biting his lip in an act to control his anger. "It must suck though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth." Derek gritted. "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles mumbled against Derek's chest, his voice cracking slightly.

The sound of another car parking was heard from outside, making Adrian and Scott exchange looks. They knew this time there would be no Derek to save them. It was Scott's mum.

"Is that her?" Matt teased, Scott's face paling when he used his abilities to listen out for his mother. "Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles yelled out, making Matt all the more angered.

The Stilinski boy was suddenly grabbed by his shirt and flipped onto his back, Matt's foot on his chest cutting off his air supply. Adrian was ready to take a swing at the boy had Scott not grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"This work better for you?" Matt asked the boy, applying more pressure which was slowly making Stiles' face go red as his veins popped.

"Get the hell of him!" Adrian shouted in fury, the werewolf still holding him back. "Stop it!"

"Stop!"

"Then do what I tell you to!" Matt yelled back at the werewolf, gritting his teeth as he grew impatient.

Scott co-operated. "Okay." His calm answer didn't make Matt take off his foot, angering a certain teen more.

"He said okay!" Adrian announced, finally getting off of Scott's hold. "Let him go!"

Stiles gasped for breath when Matt finally stepped away, his face slowly but surely turning its normal shade. Adrian sent him a worried look, but before Stiles could comfort the redhead with any indication that he was okay . . . the gun was pointed at Adrian again.

"Watch yourself around me, Martin. You're already walking on thin ice." Matt warned the boy, the two glaring at each other. The boy then turned his attention to Scott and Jackson as well.

"You," he pointed to his Kanima assistant. "Take him in there. You two . . . with me." He eyed the two teens up.

"What- no!" Stiles panicked, eyes wide. "Adrian-"

The boy was immediately silenced by Matt's gun being pointed at him again, the murderer grinning devilishly between the two boys. "I knew there was something going on between you two! I mean, Stilinski, I always knew but," he trailed off, looking towards an Adrian who wore a death glare. "Who could've ever thought that lacrosse star, Adrian Martin, had a thing for the Sheriff's annoying son?"

Scott moves closer to the redhead, shaking his head warningly not to snap. It wasn't worth it and could quite possibly land Stiles in more trouble.

When the Martin remained silent, Matt smirked in victory. "Now," he turned his attention back to Scott, the gun hanging dangerously in his hands. "Let's go say hi to your mum."

Matt had his gun pressed against Scott's back, Adrian having no choice but to follow and do nothing as they walked out into the reception room. Melissa McCall was already inside, waiting for an officer. Matt drove his gun further into the youngest McCall's back, forcing him to call out to his mother. "Mum?"

Adrian heard Melissa let out a breath, chuckling slightly as she walked closer to where they were. "You scared me, where is every-"

The woman stopped, eyes widening when she saw Matt holding up a gun towards Scott and Adrian. She froze, lips parting in shock as her eyes glossed over. The werewolf put his hands out, trying to calm his mother despite freaking out himself. "Mum, just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right." Matt quickly replied. Before any of them could even blink, he lowered the gun and shot Scott in the stomach. Adrian's eyes widened as the shot rang off, Melissa screaming in horror as her son fell down.

An evil chuckle came from Matt, making the Martin boy look at him in utter horror. The boy stepped closer to the redhead, tilting his head. "I did warn you to watch your mouth around me, Martin." And with that, another bang erupted.

Adrian gasped when he felt a pressure on his leg, the boy slowly looking down to see blood soaking his jeans. The redhead stumbled, falling beside Scott in agony as he tried to cover his shot leg to stop the bleeding. Scott gaped at his wound, obviously not expecting Adrian to have gotten shot too.

"Scott! Stiles! Adrian!" Sheriff Stilinski's fearful yell rang through the station, but Adrian found it hard to hear properly due to the ringing in his ears. "What happened?"

"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you two." Matt finished, smirking down at the injured boys. His gaze then focused on Adrian. "I had to admit, Adrian, you were always on my list. I only wanted to keep you alive to find out what you are. Plus, I think it'll be way more satisfying knowing that I was the one who killed you, not Jackson."

Melissa muttered something under her breath, rushing to the two shot boy's aid. Matt pointed the gun at the Martin teen more threateningly. "Back, back!" He yelled, voice so loud it rang through the whole department. "I will shoot him!"

"Mum, mum, stop, mum!" Scott begged frantically, not wanting his friend to receive another shot. Sure, his wound would heal . . . but Adrian's wouldn't. The boy could only hope the bullet didn't hit anything serious.

"I said get back." Matt glared, his gun pointed directly at Melissa now.

"Scott, Adrian." Melissa let out a shaky breath, her motherly instincts begging herself to help the two boys as tears gathered in her eyes.

"Mum, do it." Scott nodded, feeling his wound start to heal. "Please, mum." He pleaded to her, wanting to make sure everyone walks out of here safe.

Matt spoke to the two boys over his shoulder, his gun still aimed at the poor Hispanic woman. "Get up, McCall. Martin, you too."

"Matt?" Noah's voice came again, trying to reason with the boy. "Matt, listen to me-"

The whirlwind of words made the boy with blue eyes snap, shaking his head as he screamed. "Shut- shut- shut up! Everybody shut the hell up! Now, get up, or I shoot her next!"

With his leg being the thing that was shot, Adrian winced as he limped his way to his feet slowly. He clung onto the bench, his nails digging into the wood. Scott immediately used his free hand to help the boy, guiding him to where Matt wanted them.

On their way, they passed Stiles and Derek still lying paralysed on the floor. Stiles, who saw them as they passed, immediately felt all his nightmares come to life when he saw his boyfriend limping with a bloodied wound. "Wh- Adrian! Hey, wait! Adrian, are you okay?"

Matt's gun pressed into the redhead's skull, warning him speaking would earn himself one finishing bullet to the head. Adrian complied, being led into the same room Mr Stilinski was handcuffed in.

Melissa was forced into a holding cell, crying as Scott leaned against the wall next to Adrian, who slid down on the bench next to the Sheriff. "Please, they need to see a doctor."

"You think so?" Matt muttered, his face getting up close with hers. Adrian bit his lip to contain the noises of pain he wanted to make, knowing it would only make the woman more upset.

Noah Stilinski suddenly had a burst of anger, yelling as he sat up from the bench to point a threatening finger at Matt. "Hey, hey, you listen to me!" His voice filled with fury, Scott cutting him off.

"It's all right. I'm okay." He tried to convince the two, the Martin boy remaining silent. He definitely wasn't okay.

Melissa turned to her son with a tearful look, shaking her head as she spoke in a broken voice. "No, honey, you're not okay."

The werewolf's eyes softened at his mother's emotional state. "It doesn't hurt, Mum."

"'Cause that's the adrenaline, okay?" Melissa shot back, tears leaking from her eyes as she looked desperately towards the boy holding the gun. "Please, let me- let me just take a look at them, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

"They have no idea, do they?" Matt chuckled, face red as his veins popped with anger.

"Please, let me just take a quick look-" Melissa continued to beg, eyeing up the way Adrian was beginning to get paler by the minute.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt yelled, annoyed. "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."

The threat against her son made Melissa step back, tears falling down her cheeks as she shakily nodded while trying to calm herself down on the outside. Adrian couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She didn't know the truth and neither did Stiles' dad, they both had a right to be scared.

Matt took a few steps away from the cell. "Back to the front, McCall." He ordered, looking down at the other injured teen. "I'll come and finish you off later." And with that, him and the werewolf were gone.

As soon as they left the room, Adrian falls off the bench and onto the floor; alerting the two parents. "Adrian!"

"I-I'm okay." The Martin boy stuttered, gritting his teeth as he tried to get up again. No success came as his breathing grew heavier. "I'm alright."

"Keep pressure on the wound, sweetie." Melissa told him, gripping at the bars anxiously as she cried.

"It's no use." The Martin boy breathed out, his eyes becoming sad as they stared at the walls ahead of him. "I'm a dead man."

"No." Noah shook his head immediately, refusing to admit the possible fate of the teen if he did not receive medical attention soon. "No, you'll be okay. Adrian, do you hear me? You'll be okay."

"Stiles." Adrian chocked out, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. "I . . . I never got to tell him."

"Tell him what, son?"

Adrian Martin used the little strength he had left in his body to roll over, now facing the Sheriff. The man looked at him worriedly, awaiting his next words.

Well . . . here goes nothing.

"Sheriff," The boy weakly started. "I-I'm in love with your son. W-We've been dating for a bit now and . . . and I've never told him those three words that he deserves so much to hear."

"Adrian . . ."

"If I die, promise me you'll tell him for me." The Martin's green eyes fought to stay open as he pleaded with the officer. "Promise me you'll tell Stiles that I love him and that I'm sorry . . . for everything."

His eyes began to flutter closed, the shouts of Noah and Melissa soon becoming echos as everything fell numb. This was it. The boy thought. This is how I die.

Stiles Stilinski was the last thing Adrian remembered thinking about before he was out like a light.

A U T H O R. N O T E
yeeeee! finally! we getting onto the chapter i have been dying to write! boiiiiii!

ngl, i am a bit disappointed writers block decided to hit me and now i am doubting the entire writing of this chapter but it's all good.
*cries in author*

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