I'm Not A Hero //Stiles Stili...

By ComeOnReginald

72.8K 1.3K 439

"๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’! ๐ผ ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘›, ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘ฆ, ๐‘–๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๏ฟฝ... More

| ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ž |
๐–๐จ๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ง
๐’๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž
๐๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
๐Œ๐š๐ ๐ข๐œ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ
๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Œ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐จ๐ซ
๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐’๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ
๐‹๐ฎ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐œ
๐–๐จ๐ฅ๐Ÿ'๐ฌ ๐๐š๐ง๐ž
๐‚๐จ-๐‚๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง
๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
๐‚๐จ๐๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ž๐ซ
| ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ |
๐Ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐š
๐’๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐
๐ˆ๐œ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ค
๐€๐›๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
๐•๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ
๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ฒ
๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ
๐‘๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐
๐๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ข๐ž๐ฅ๐
๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง
| ๐š‚๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ|
๐“๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐จ
๐‚๐ก๐š๐จ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ
๐”๐ง๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐
๐…๐ซ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐
๐Œ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐š
๐‚๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
๐•๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ฒ
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐
๐€๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ก๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ญ
๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ: ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ง๐š๐ซ ๐ž๐œ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ž
๐€๐ง๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ
๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐›๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐
๐†๐š๐ฅ๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ž
๐ˆ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐
๐’๐ข๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ
๐‘๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐
๐‹๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ข๐š ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐š
๐„๐œ๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฑ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฅ๐Ÿ
๐ƒ๐ž-๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐
๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
| ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ |
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐Œ๐จ๐จ๐ง
117
๐Œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ง๐ž๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ
๐ˆ.๐„.๐ƒ
๐Ž๐ซ๐ฉ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ž๐
๐–๐ž๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ž๐

๐…๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ

993 26 4
By ComeOnReginald

"So this kid's the real killer?" Stilinksi looked down at the circled photo of Matt in the year book

"Yeah." Stiles nodded before looking up at Scott and y/n

"No." Noah dismissed then

"Yes." Stiles demanded looking back at his dad

"No." he continued making Stiles stand up quickly

"Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police Iook for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay?" Stiles explained further "So all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class.All right, okay, you're right, sorry." Stiles nodded sarcastically "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." He then looked behind his son "Y/n, Scott, do you believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us." Scott told him

"We know it's Matt." Y/n nodded hopefully

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him." Stiles continued

"All right, fine. 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?" Noah told them all

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles exclaimed as his dad shook his head saying no "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years. Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?" Noah asked them

"We need to look at the evidence." Y/n told him

"Yeah, that would be in the station,
where I no longer work." He told them "Trust me, they'll let you in."

"Trust you?" Noah asked

"Trust..." Stiles thought "Trust Scott?"

Noah stayed silent and gave him a look

"Trust y/n" Scott offered

"Y/n, I trust." He pointed at her

~
The four of them walked into the station, the woman at the front desk gave then a look

"It's 2:00 in the morning."

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." He told her

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles whispered to the two

"Why?" Scott asked in a whisper

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?" Y/n reminded him

"The pregnant girl, Jessica." He nodded at her

"Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him." Stiles explained further

"Thank you." Noah said to the girl upfront before calling the group to go to him "Guys"

~

"I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this." Noah says looking at the security footage from the hospital "There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going. Look, he had to pass one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere." Stiles told him

"Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that Scroll back." Y/n stopped him when she saw someone that looked like Matt Noah scrolled back

"That's him! That's Matt!" Stiles exclaimed

"All I see is the back of someone's head" Noah told them

"Matt's head, yeah." Stiles continued "I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."

"Are you crazy?" He have his son a weird look

"All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh?" Stiles continued to push further "How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions, literally." Be exclaimed

"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras." Scott said so Noah went to a different camera and veiw

"Right there! Stop! Stop! See?" Stiles exclaimed seeing him again "There he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again." Noah exclaimed

"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone." Y/n pointed out

"He's talking to my mom." Scott said his eyebrows Furrowing

Scott grabbed his phone and immediately dialled his moms number before putting it on speaker

"Scott, you know how many people
I deal with in a day?"

"This one's 16. He's got dark hair,
looks like a normal teenager." Scott tried to explain him further

"Yeah, he looks evil." Stiles stated earning a slap on the shoulder from y/n

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

"Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." Scott said said before sending it to her "Did you get it?*

"yeah"

"Do you recognize him?" Scott asked "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?"

"It's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go." He said before hanging up

"We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site." Noah said believing them now

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders." Y/n nodded smiling now "The trailer, the hospital, and the rave-"

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

"When?" Stiles asked

"A couple hours before you got there." Noah stood up now

"All right, Dad, if one's an incident,
two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" Stiles looked up at his father

"Four's enough for a warrant." He nodded "Scott, call your mom back,
see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official l.D., I can get a search warrant. Stiles y/n , go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"On it." Stiles nodded before the two began running away

"Hello?" Stiles asked as they ran out and dint see anyone at the desk. Y/n leaned over the desk to see the girl from before on the ground bleeding

"Holy-" she backed up and turned around only for the barrel of a gun to be facing her she looked up at who was holding the gun to see matt

~

"She's on her way here." Scott spoke into his phone and looked up at Noah who was watching the door "Sheriff?"

Scott looked back to see Matt holding the gun against y/n's back as he held onto stiles' arm before pushing the two into the room

"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Stilinksi held up his hands "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you 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." Matt shook his head chuckling

"I know you don't wanna hurt people." Noah continued

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded." Matt looked at scott "And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That could definitely get someone hurt."

"Everyone." He points to the table"Now!"

They all place their phones on the table and follow Matt as he leads them to the cell's

"Come on." Matt told stole as he handcuffed his dad to the wall "Tighter."

Stiles gave him a saddened expression

"Do what he says, Stiles." Noah told him, Matt grabbed onto Stiles as he led them out they looked down a hall to see the guards dead

"What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott exclaimed

"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." Matt explains before pushing then further down the hall

~
Scott was putting evidence papers into the shredder as Stiles deleted evidence from the computer. Y/n couldn't do anything seeing as Matt had the gun held to her still

"Deleted. And we're done." Stiles nodded "And, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

"Sounds like your mom's here, McCall." Matt said as headlights shine into the room

"Matt, don't do this." Scott shook his head as he begged "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

"If you don't move, now, I'm gonna kill y/ n first, and then your mom." Matt told him making y/n's breath hitch in her throat

"Open it." Matt told him as they made it to the door

"Please." Scott said hurriedly

"Open. The. door." Matt demanded the door opened to reveal derem

"Oh, thank God." Y/n breathed out but Derek fell to the ground as Jackson came out behind him half kanima

~

"This is the one controlling him?" Derek asked as Matt leaned down to him "This kid?"

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon." Matt stood up looking at y/n especially, which made her uncomfortable he then turned to Stiles "Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Stiles said sarcastically but Jackson cut the back of his neck making him lower to the ground

"Hey!" Y/n defend d but Jackson held up his hand to claw her next so she backed up

"You bitch." Stiles said as he landed on Derek with a thud

"Get him off of me."

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair." Matt smirked "It must kinda 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. Why don't you get
down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am." Derek warned

"Yeah, bitch." Stiles mumbled as a vehicle approached

"Is that her?" Matt asked then looked at Scott "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 exclaimed, Matt rolled him over and placed his foot on his neck causing his breathing to become weak

"This work better for you?" Matt asked

"Hey, just stop! Stop!" Scott yelled

"Then do what I tell you to." Matt yelled out

"Okay. All right." He yelled back but Matt didn't stop "Stop!"

Matt lifted his foot off of him Stiles began to cough and take deep breaths

"You, take him in there." He told Jackson before turning to scott "You... With me."

Matt began to walk away leaving y/n standing there but all of a sudden Jackson came up and swiped at her neck causing her to fall in between Stiles and Derek Matt walked away fully "what the hell"

They layed there in silence obviously not able to do anything when all of a sudden gun shot rang out and a scream sounded causing y/n to close her eyes shut

~

"The evidence is gone." Scott told Matt once they were all in the room "Why don't you just go?"

"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?" Matt asked "No, no, I want the book."

"What? What book?" Scott asked confused

"The bestiary." Matt told them "Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it." Scott told him "It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers." Matt whispered

"Answers to what?" Scott asked confused

"To this." Matt lifted up his shirt to show kanima scales

~

"Hey." Stiles whispered mostly to Derek "You know what's happening to Matt?"

"You know, the book's not gonna help him." Derek stated "You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"What do you mean?" Y/n asked joining in on the conversation

"Universe balances things out. Always does." Derek explained further

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill
people who don't deserve it?" Stiles asked

"Killing people himself." Derek corrected

"So if Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?" Y/n said connecting the dots

"Balance." Derek nods as best as he could seeing as they were still stiff on the ground

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?" Stiles question

"Not likely." Derek looked down the hallway at the best of his ability

"Okay, he's gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?" Stiles

"Yep." Derek stated simply

"All right, so what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?" Y/n sighed

"Unless I can figure out a way to push
the toxin out of my body faster." Derek stated "Like triggering the healing process."

"What? Oh, what are you doing?" Stiles looked down to see Derek stabbing himself with his claws "Oh, gross."

~

"So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical?" Stiles asked derek

"I think so." Derek told him "I can move my toes."

"Dude, I can move my toes." Y/n announced all of a sudden all of the lights in the room turned off and an alarm rang then gunshot after gunshot came making the three become panicked

"Take him! Go!" Derek yelled at Scott who po led up Scott while Derek stood up taking y/n with him to safety before he growled and ran away. The room she was in looked like an interrogation room the sounds outside of the room echoed throughout and the girl could do anything to stop it or help

~

2366 words

Continue Reading

You'll Also Like

246K 9K 41
โ› ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ, ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ, ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ ๏ฟฝ...
134K 1.2K 80
all in the title ;)
16.7K 305 13
๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐จ ๐ซ๐š๐ž๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž๐š๐œ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ, ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ก๐š. [๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ง...
7.3K 111 28
โ„™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•–๐•ก๐•™๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– '๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ก๐•™' ๐•„๐• ๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•–๐•จ ๐•ฆ๐•ก ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•“๐•–๐•’๐•”๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•™๐•š๐•๐•๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•™๐•’๐•ค ๐•œ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐•–๐•ค, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Š๐•”๐• ๐•ฅ๐•ฅ ๐•ค๏ฟฝ...