magical - stiles stilinski

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CHAPTER ELEVEN:

after dropping off marcie, stiles went to find scott.

scott turned and jumped, not expecting anyone to be behind him.

"wha.. sorry, i'm sorry. did you see where he went?" stiles asked.

"i lost him." scott replied.

"what? you couldn't catch his scent?" stiles asked.

"i don't think he has one." scott explained.

"all right, any clue where's he's going?" stiles asked.

"to kill someone." scott deadpanned.

"ah. that explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. great, makes perfect sense now." stiles said sarcastically as scott glared at him.

"scott, what? come on. i'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? sarcasm is my only defense." stiles argued.

"just help me find it." scott said.

"not it, jackson." stiles corrected his best friend.

"yeah, i know." scott replied looking back out in the distance.

"all right, but does he know that? and did anybody else see him back at your house?" stiles asked as scott turned back to his friend.

"i mean, i don't think so, but he already passed derek's test anyway." scott said.

"yeah, but that's just the thing. how did he pass the test?" stiles asked.

"i don't know." scott replied.

"maybe it's an either or thing. derek said a snake can't be poisoned by it's own venom. and when's the kanima not the kanima?" stiles asked.

"when it's jackson." scott replied.

stiles looked up seeing a tail, and he started to take a few steps back.

"uh... dude." stiles said getting scotts attention and he stood beside him.

"you see that?" stiles asked him.

"he's inside." scott said.

"what's he gonna do in there?" stiles asked.