His eyes are still screwed tight, and he leaves them that way as he hears the resounding crash of what he can only assume is Derek charging down the stairs to his rescue. Again. Derek wouldn't have to be doing this if he hadn't gotten himself caught. Again. And now there's only one real conclusion, because of course Derek won't leave him and of course the two alphas can't just let him go, and if he's honest he doesn't want them to survive. Not after seeing what they did to Erica and Boyd, what they'd been doing for months. They had to die. It was them or the pack, or another person's family in some other city, and he couldn't--they couldn't let that happen.
But those sounds. Oh God, those sounds. Ripping and crunching and the unmistakable sound of blood pouring and spattering with that unique sound only it has. He can't not hear those sounds, and deep down Stiles knows he'll be hearing them for the rest of his life. If nothing else has, this one moment brings home to him the impact of what they've done, what they're doing, what Derek and Scott and all the others really are. What Derek has to do. And while Stiles doesn't cry, as he lies there, bound and gasping for air and waiting for it all to be over, he almost wishes he could.
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Date: 2014-08-31 02:50 pm (UTC)But those sounds. Oh God, those sounds. Ripping and crunching and the unmistakable sound of blood pouring and spattering with that unique sound only it has. He can't not hear those sounds, and deep down Stiles knows he'll be hearing them for the rest of his life. If nothing else has, this one moment brings home to him the impact of what they've done, what they're doing, what Derek and Scott and all the others really are. What Derek has to do. And while Stiles doesn't cry, as he lies there, bound and gasping for air and waiting for it all to be over, he almost wishes he could.