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Ya girl Allison eXtra woke in this chapter because she deserves it. This chapter gonna be either really long or spilt into two.

He ran and ran, sprinting down the middle of the street. Of course his abnormally fast running may have drawn suspicion from people outside, but he didn't care. Stiles didn't know where he was going, he was just following wherever Scott's scent took him. After running many miles Stiles found himself running towards Allison's front door. Knocking hadn't even crossed his mind, he just broke the doorknob and barged into the house recklessly.

"Scott? Scott!" Stiles shouted, his voice echoing through the large home. Running around he found Scott and Allison laying on the couch together. Allisons fingers playing with Scott's fluffy hair. Stiles was jealous, only for  the fact that he couldn't rest like them, and have his hands in Scott's hair. Scott sat up quickly. Watching as Stiles breathed heavily.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Scott asked in a frantic.

"They're starting. They're raising hell soon. Like soon, soon! They almost started today and I tried to hold them off. I lied and told them I was too weak and they told me come back when I was stronger, so I ran off and came here," he spoke so fast Scott almost didn't catch any of it. Allison sure as hell didn't get anything out of that.

"Woah, woah, slow down! We'll figure something out," the alpha tried to assure the other but nothing was getting through to him. All Stiles could think about was everyone around him dying or being possessed by demons. It's was a scary thought in his mind but he couldn't get it out of his head.

"I don't know what to do, Scott. I'm scared," his voice was broken as he spoke.

"Stiles, we'll do something, we always do. And you know I'm not afraid to kill someone with my bare hands," Allison spoke up from behind Scott. All seriousness in her voice. They all knew Allison Argent didn't play around when it came to protecting people.

"We're going to stop them," Scott said. A sudden rage awakened in Allison. An anger she's never felt before. Allison felt vengeful, with all the things they've put Stiles through. Stiles was like a brother to her. And no one fucks with family. She didn't just want to stop them, she wanted to hurt them. Bring them pain and torture them in the worst ways imaginable. In her eyes it's what they deserve.

"You go ahead and stop them Scott," The two looked at the huntress with furrowed brows, seeing the crazed fiery look in her eyes, they knew she was up to no good. Allison stood straightening her clothes.

"I'm going to kill them," they stayed frozen at her words. Not really knowing what to say to that. They watched as she walked up stairs to her room coming down minutes later with weapons she had in her room. They stood following her out to her garage where every weapon known and unknown were placed. It was confusing to watch her go around getting all these things they'd never seen before. Allison grabbed her bow and arrow, a crossbow, and many different knifes. She smiles sinisterly as she spun fingerknives in her hands.

"Perfect," she muttered. Scott and Stiles where completely scared stiff of this side of Allison and hope no situation will ever have to come down to Allison going huntress crazy. After she was finished getting as many things as she could put on her she stared at the weaponry again making sure there wasn't anything she needed. It clicked in her heads the final thing she had to do.

"Follow me," she passed them leading the way again. The three made their way down the basement, a place no one except an Argent has every been before. There was an area, a special area where her and her Father made their own weaponry.

"The Argents  go way back to when Hell and the Devil where discovered. Ancestors of Argents used weapons to defeat them. I'm sure this would work just fine,"

"You can fight them. But I will kill them," the two boys gulped at her stone cold tone. Allison had her badass moments. Hell, everyone did. But Allison's was shaking was your pants terrifying.

"How much time do I have before they want to start up again?" Allison turned to Stiles. The fox wanted to coward down at her black eyed gaze.

"Uh, m-maybe tomorrow night. That's when I'll go back," was his response hoping shed turn away soon.

"Good. That's plenty of time, " she smirked coldly.

"For What?" Scott asked tilting his head.

"Enought time for me to try and make some things," the boys didn't question further. They turned and left as Allison stayed and started doing what ever she had to. The two rushed up the baseman stairs and out the house, taking deep breaths in relief for being able to get out of that highly tensed house.

"Okay, let's agree to never have anything so bad happen, that Allison ever does that dark," Stiles rushed out, Scott nodding vigorously agreeing with he statement.

"Dude, that was darker than me," Stiles added.

"What are we gonna do? Is there anywhere that safe?" Scott asked. Stiles paused in thought. His house definitely wasn't safe, if anything happened there, he possibly couldn't protect his dad. Stiles looked back up to Scott not a word said, not a word thought. But Scott knew from that expression exactly what he was thinking.

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"Hey Derbear!" Stiles said excitedly as he and Scott stood at the loft doors holding his pillow in his arms, a brooding alpha in front of them with his usaly smug look.

"What do you want?"

"Mind if we crash here for the night?" Scott asked shining bright brown puppy eyes that worked nothing in the older werewolf but he tried anyways.

"Why?"

"Our houses aren't safe,"

"What's going on?" He rushed out, wanting answers. Now.

"They're starting. Soon. They know where the nemeton is. They can't unless they have me. And I'm too weak,"

"Why are you weak?" Derek asked in concern finally letting then in. The stood wondering when he would let them in, knew he was going to eventually.

"I haven't had anything in a while," Stiles out much emphasis on 'while.

"How long is a while?" Scott asked concerned as well.

"Maybe a few days. I don't keep track of that. Maybe I should, he say the say part mostly to himself.

"They almost did today. Luckily I was able to stop them. But I don't think they will next time," Stiles explained plopping in the couch that was off to the side.

"Oh would you look at that," came a voice from the stairs. The three rolled they're eyes knowing who's ok bnoxious voice that belonged too.

"The little fox and his wolfie," he teased.

"What do you want Peter?" Stiles snarled.

"Just came down to say hello it's great to see you again," he faked the innocence in his voice, they could all tell that.

"How's the raising hell thing going? Is it weakening you?" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. Couldn't help that Peter was indeed getting under his skin.

"You feel like you're dying? Because you are. No matter what happens, you're going to die," the beta teased on more. He smirked knowing what he was saying was getting to them, seeing their hands ball into tight fists. Scott growled loud pouncing on the older werewolf. Knocking him to the ground. Peter let him, knowing it would make his feel better. Peter laughed sinisterly as he fell to the hard wood flooring, a growling scoot over him.

"Stiles is not dying. I won't let that happen," his voice determined.

"Okay Scotty boy. What ever the true alpha says," Peter was bluffing though. He didn't know a damn thing about Stiles. No one did. Stiles walk up to the two on the ground, lifting Peter off the ground and holding him tighting by his neck in the air.

"I'm going to end up killing you at some point Peter. Back the fuck off," he threatened. He threw the male to the ground. Derek stood back watching the youngers go after the older wolf.

"You can stay. Just no sex in my house," he said over his should as he walked away back up the stairwell that less to whatever it did.

"No promises! Scott called back, Stiles snickering next to him. Derek growled back at them. Neither boys did much sleeping that night. Too anxious to close their eyes or even lay down. Well, mostly Stiles. Scott just watched as he proceeded. The same thoughts and images running through his brain he tries to block out. It worked for the most part.

"Stiles please sit down," Scott tried softly. Excepting to be shouted at, but not on purpose. Stiles would never do that. Stiles sighed and sat down, Scott hands lihjtlt running his back made him only slightly calmer. Slightly. It handy even been 10 seconds and Stilews was back up on his feet.

"Okay, let's go for a walk," Scott said finally, standing in front of Stiles. Tired on seeing Stiles like that for too long. Stiles gave a confused look.

"Why in the hell would we go out at a time like this?" Stiles said raising his voice slightly to try and get his point across that they should stay put at all cost.

"You're hungry," Scott stated.

"What? No I'm not," Lying straight though his teeth. Scott knew Stiles was lying. When Stiles lies, he always crossed his arms over his chest and kind of swings back.

"And you're lying. Stiles I know your lying. Almost always have," Stiles didn't bother arguing further for he sure as hell wouldn't win. Scott had him on the ropes.

"Go," Scott said pointing to the door. Hours of being in the central part of the city, letting Stiles wander off but staying close being him. Watching him hurt people as he took their pain was stomach turning, in his heart he knew it wasn't right, but there was nothing stopping Stiles. He could practically see Stiles actually glowing, and seeing the boys aura getting bigger with each victim. Getting Stronger. Getting ready. They walked through till they got to the other end of the big buildings and bright lights. Stiles was fueled, blood rushing fast as lightening through his veins. Jumping on the balls of his feet overstocked with energy, like he could run across the world and back around.

"It's a long way back. We can walk through it again, or race it," Scott stood in a running position anyways knowing that's the option Stiles would want to take.

"Definitly run," Stiles lowered into he same stance before they started.

"Think you can make it all the way back?" Scott challenged.

"Can you?" Stiles raced off not being able for them to start at the same time. Scott gasped then sped up trying to catch up to Stiles. He was right on his ass with a smirk determined to pass him. They're were hundred of feet before the loft. Scott still slightly behind. Both were full on animalistic running on their hands and feet. Scott jumped in Stiles having both tumbling to the ground. Rolling in the dirt like tumble weed. The rolling stopped right before they got to the concrete path, breathing heavy and their lungs burned. Laughing and coughing for air as they stared up at the trees and stars above.

"I definitely beat you," Stiles said after some time.

"That's only because you cheated," Stiles rolled his eyes though staying quiet because it was true, he did kinda cheat.

"C'mon, let's get inside," Stiles pats Scott's chest then the both got up and walked inside. They were sound asleep after that run as soon as they were comfortable on the couch. Running half way across town really really beat them. Stiles snoored quietly as a small puddle of drool stained on the couch, with Scott laying over him, his head on the ohers stomach, head rising and falling with Stiles breathing. The super fast beating of Stiles heart, giving him comfort.

They were peaceful. Something they knew they wouldn't get for a long time.

Its 1000 words shorter but I felt like that was a good place to stop. I hope you like it. My writting has been getting worse and worse every chapter. I'm sorry for that.

Oh..... Did I forget mention.

But you'll have to wait for the next chapter to know what it issss.

~KAI~

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