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Growing up in Beacon Hills, Wren Martin's life was as normal as any teenagers. With her sister Lydia, and her two best friends, Scott and Stiles by her side, everything was fine. That was until Stiles came up with the genius idea to...
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Chapter Forty-Six 🦊 De-Void 🦊
"You want to handcuff me?" Void Stiles asked as Stilinski pulled out a pair of handcuffs walking into the loft. 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." Stilinski said and Stiles put his hands up.
Stilinski put the cuffs around Stiles's wrists, not looking away from him. Stiles looked up with an almost sinister look on his face as Stilinski stepped back. "You're not my son." He whispered and Stiles broke the handcuff.
Allison, Argent, Derek and Wren quickly walked into the loft making Stiles look over at them and chuckle. He looked over at Allison as she held up a taser, pulling the trigger. But instead of Stiles getting tased, his hands shot out and grabbed the stings 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. "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."
"Woah, hold on. Stiles is still in there. If you shoot him, you're not just killing a Nogitsune. You'll be killing Stiles, who is still just human." Wren said stepping forward, not noticing the smirk Void Stiles had when he looked at her. Stilinski 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. Wren? Wren, you have to do something." Stiles said making Wren look at him as Allison grabbed her hand. "Don't listen."
