Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 31: Hive Mind...

Sheriff Stilinski's POV

I wanted to be at home. With my son. The panic for him filled my heart, and I couldn't help but cloud my mind with all worrying thoughts.

"Parrish," I called him, and he looked to me immediately as I made my way to him. "Have you got any leads on identifying the robber who stole from the Dallas Family last weekend?"

He took a deep breath in before answering. "Yeah, turns out the item was taken by Amelia, the aunt."

"Any charges?" I asked.

"No." Parrish sighed. "The family said that Amelia suffers from an illness, so they don't want to press any charges against her. I checked her medical records, and the story checks out."

"Alright-" I was just about to ask him to run another errand, when the phone rang. "Sorry, excuse me." I walked over to my Office, and picked up the phone, putting it to ear. "Beacon Hills County Police Station. This is the Sheriff."

"Hey, Sheriff. It's Derek." That familiar voice spoke quite softly.

"Derek." I lifted my head in surprise. I hardly ever spoke to this guy. "Everything okay?"

There was a moment of silence, and I couldn't help but feel worried. "Derek, is everything okay?" I asked a little firmly.

"Uh, could you make your way to Scott's house?" Derek asked, avoiding my questions.

"Why? What happened? Is it Stiles?" The worry engulfed me, and my blood rushed through my veins faster than ever. I was afraid of hearing that my son was missing again. Or taken by someone. Or worse...

"Yeah, it's Stiles. He had a little, uhmm, a little moment. I think it's best if you come and see him. He could really use you here right now." Derek sighed through the phone, and so did I.

"I'm on my way." I put the phone down, made my way out and to the car.

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Scott's POV

Stiles laid there, like a motionless figure. His eyes stared at the ceiling as he wrapped his arms around the cushion, squeezing it out of anxiety. Kyle sat beside him, while the rest of us took our chances and had another meeting in the Kitchen. Every single one of us turned around to look at the two during the meeting.

I felt like I was dying inside. Everytime I looked at him, I couldn't imagine the amount of pain and suffering he's going through. Not to mention the fact that he blames himself for everything.

"So, what exactly happened?" Sheriff asked, still a little confused by the explaination.

"He kinda... Lost it." Kira replied, her voice almost at a whisper.

"He grabbed the kitchen knife and held it at Kyle's throat. I think he's fully lost it." Rhydian snapped back, but Katia groaled in his face.

"Shut it, Rhydian!" Katia ordered, her voice in a frustrated whisper. He simply glared into her eyes. "One more word from you and Jana, you'll be less than Omegas when I'm through with you." He lost his anger and stepped back, humiliated while Jana lowered her head in shame also. "I know he didn't mean any harm. He isn't himself. We can all see that." Katia looked over her shoulder at Kyle and Stiles, who still laid on the couch. She sighed, trying to imagine his emotions. Her eyes showed concern and worry. Not just for Kyle, but for Stiles.

We watched them both for a moment, and we admired the compassion Kyle expressed for his new friend. As Stiles laid there, fear imprinted over his face, Kyle held his hand and spoke to him.