It's Argent, It's Strife {4}

chapter eight

"You want to handcuff me?"

Noah Stilinski hesitated for a moment before sighing slightly,
"If my son is still here, if there's still 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"

Stiles extended his hands out and Noah clicked the cuffs onto him before gritting his teeth,
"You're not my son"

Stiles simply broke out of the handcuffs and smirked while Derek, Allison, Chris and Rory all stepped into the loft. Derek was the first to attempt an attack on Stiles, although it was fruitless as Stiles simply just tossed him off to the side. Allison was the next to try, holding up a taser and clicking onto the trigger, although Stiles just caught the darts before yanking it forwards, pulling the device from her hands.

Chris was sudden and quick with his movements, pulling a gun from his waistband and pointed it at Stiles' head. Allison and Noah both jumped at the action.

"Argent, listen to me. Don't do this" Noah said sternly, holding his hand out towards the man.

"Why not?" Chris questioned rhetorically before saying,
"I've done it before. Werewolves, Berserkers. I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list"

"You're not going to shoot my son" Noah snapped at him.

"You said it yourself, Sheriff" Chris said harshly,
"That's not your son"

"Put it down" Noah said sternly before pulling his own gun out and snapping,
"Put it down!"

"Dad" It was Stiles' voice and it shook, tears surfacing in his eyes,
"He's going to shoot me. He's gonna kill me, Dad"

"Don't listen" Chris warned.

"Put it down!" Noah snapped,
"Now! Do it! Put it down!"

"Dad, please, stop" Allison pleaded with her father.

"Pull the trigger" Stiles taunted Chris,
"Come on. Do it"

"Dad, stop! Put the gun down!"

"Listen to me, you put the gun down now!"

"Shoot me!"

"Put the gun down now!"

"Dad! Put it down!"

"Shoot me!"

"Argent, you put it down!"

Their voices all mixed together in Rory's head as she watched them all before seeing a certain glint in Stiles' eyes, realisation struck her and it struck hard,
"Strife"

"Put it down! Put it down!" Noah repeated himself again, anger clear in his voice.

"Stop. Stop it!" Rory called out over their voices causing all of them to turn to her,
"This what he wants. This is exactly what he wants"

"Not exactly" Stiles smirked at her as she looked over at him,
"I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I'm glad you all have your guns out because you're not here to kill me. You're here to protect me"

They all turned to see the Oni appear out of the first strokes of shadow, Derek and Allison took up one side of Stiles while Chris and Noah took up the other. Rory's eyes glowed before she circled her hands together before thrusting her right palm out, creating a temporary barrier on Stiles' left side.

The boy reached out for her hand and pulled her towards him, cupping her right hand and examining it,
"You really think I'd hurt you"

Rory tugged at her hand although it didn't move from Stiles' grip, his eyes trailing over the bandage before smirking,
"We would never hurt you"