𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ➭ 𝑻. 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎

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"You want to handcuff me?" Void Stiles asked as Stilinski pulled out a pair of handcuffs while he walked into the loft. The rest of us were waiting outside the loft for the right time to catch Void.

"If my son is still here- if there's a part of him standing here in front of me- then he'll put these on willingly, and he'll come with me. Because he knows I'm here to protect him, from himself and from others." We hear Stilinski say. Then we hear Stilinski put the cuffs around Stiles's wrists,
"You're not my son," Stilinski said in a slight whisper, and Stiles broke the handcuffs.

Allison, Argent, Derek, Rami, and I quickly walked into the loft, making Stiles look over at us and chuckle. He looked at Allison as she held up a taser, pulling the trigger. But instead of Stiles getting tased, his hands shot out and grabbed the strings of the taser, unaffected, before throwing it to the side.

Derek growled and ran at Stiles, but Stiles grabbed Derek's arm, twisting it behind his back and throwing him to the wall as if he was as light as a feather. Suddenly the sound of a gun being cocked made everyone turn to see Argent pointing a gun at Stiles, making my eyes widen.

"Argent, listen to me! Don't do this!" Stilinski said, holding his hand out, but Argent didn't look away from Stiles, "Why not? I've done it before. Werewolves, Berserkers... I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list."

"If you shoot him, you're not just killing a Nogitsune. It's a spirit, it might not die and he could go just end up going into someone else. You'll just kill Stiles, an innocent teenager, who is still only human." Rami said, stepping forward.

Stillinski cocked his gun, pointing it at Argent, "You're not going to shoot my son!" Stilinski says, making Argent glance at him, "You said it yourself, Sheriff- that's not your son."

"Put it down! Put it down!"

"Dad, he's going to shoot me. He's going to kill me, Dad."

"Put it down! Now! Do it! Put it down!"

"Pall the trigger! Come on!"

"Listen to me- you put the gun down now!"

"Shoot me!"

"Put the gun down, now!"

"Shoot me!"

"Put the gun down!"

"SHOOT ME!"

"Argent, you put it down!"

"Strife..." Allison whispered, making me and Rami look at her, "What did you say?" I asked, and Allison turned to me. "Strife. That's what he wants." Allison said, making my eyes widen and look back at the rest of them, then out the window seeing the sun go down.