REAPING INNOCENCE ◦ STILINSKI [3]

xxvii.

xxvii. AWAKENING

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"DAMNIT, NOT AGAIN." Stiles muttered, popping the hood of his jeep.

    A cloud of steam smacked him in the face and he started coughing, picking up the roll of duct-tape, ripping a strip off and wrapping it around some tube that he didn't know the name of. He honestly had no idea what he was trying to do with his Jeep, the amount of repairs this thing needed blew his mind and he was struggling on the daily trying to get the damn thing to start.

    He was supposed to meet Carter at Scott's house in an hour. Scott'd told him about the nightmares Carter would get when she slept alone and he immediately felt horrible about leaving her alone in the middle of the night yesterday.

    Stiles grunted, fastening a piece of tape around another tube. Suddenly, a hand was grasping at his right shoulder and then he was screaming. He didn't exactly know why he was screaming, but it felt as though someone was ripping his shoulder apart. However grabbed him was jerking his body backward. Stiles desperately reaching for anything he could get his hands on anything he could. It'd been when a hand was shoved in his face that he noticed that the palm of the hand had some sort of mouth with spiky teeth lining the inside of it. He used every ounce of strength he had to try and push the bloody hand away from his face.

    The adrenaline that his body created took over him. He flung his head back and the distinct crack was heard before the grip on his body disappeared. Stiles launched himself forward, frantically grabbing the wrench, swung his entire body around and smashed the metal against his attacker's face.

    Bloody swung from the offender's mouth and Stiles took off running. He gripped at his shoulder with one hand while the other still held the wrench. He only stopped once and it was turn so he could see who had attacked. It was dark so he had to squint and the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own rapid breathing. His eyes widened when the person pushed themselves back onto their feet. Donovan.

    He was running and he just couldn't seem to make his feet move fast enough. He slammed against the doors of the school, his converse squeaking against the tile as he bolted down the hallway. His heart was up in his throat and his ears were ringing and he had no idea what he was going to do next. So he just kept running. Stiles reached around to touch his wound once more and winced, but through the pain and confusion, only one thought prodded at his mind. Carter would know that he'd gotten hurt. She would be coming to find him. The fear felt like ice in his veins.

    Stiles stopped at the end of the hallway and glanced around. There were two options; he could go left and exit or he could go right and continue down the hallway. He quickly went right when he heard Donovan slam the school doors open. He knew he would trapped if he went upstairs and a classroom was too small—not enough places to hide—he needed some place big.

    The library.

    He was glad Carter hadn't found him yet, that was the last thing he needed. HIs bloody hands shook as he shoved through another set of double doors, clenching the wrench in his hand tightly. It was the only weapon as his disposal and it would have to do.

    When he arrived at the library, he immediately tried to open the doors but then remembered that he needed to use his school I.D. card to get it out. He quickly swiped and almost fell to the floor when he tripped over the threshold. It looked just as it did when he left. The lights were off and the employees were gone. His head whipped back and forth as he thought of different places to hide. He decided on a bookshelf in the corner, pressing himself against it.