[ External stimuli wrests his attention decisively from that disconnected, vacant space where he had sequestered himself. The trichobothria, already in-tune with Jonas from living in close quarters with the other man for so long, pick up on the Witch’s reaction. His own expression frozen, Stiles glances over at his best friend hesitantly. Even now, he struggles to place the tense and unhappy look darkening the teen’s brow. Anger is rare for Jonas, at least in his experience. But it doesn’t seem to be aimed at him this time. With Jonas’ verbal encouragement, he continues. ]
I was alone at school late, researching. My jeep broke down in the parking lot. He attacked me while I was trying to fix it. [ A gesture to his shoulder. ] That’s when he bit me.
[ Both Sasuke and Jonas have had extensive opportunities in the past to study the ugly, puckered furrow of scar tissue hidden now beneath his shirt. There is little to suggest it was caused by a bite, judging by the formation. Stiles doesn’t waste time unnecessarily detailing the monstrous physical changes Donovan underwent as an artificial wendigo. The bite, however it was caused, obviously did not come from a normal mouth of human teeth. ]
I knocked him away. Jeep still wasn’t fixed, so I headed back inside the school. He chased me. [ The story is building closer and closer to the climax; Stiles sinks further into his seat. ] After hours, the library is locked. Only people with student IDs can get in. Donovan’s not a student. I figured I’d be safe in there. But that bastard – he had an ID.
[ Two questions plague him to this day: How did Donovan get a student ID and how did Scott get the bloodied wrench? Stiles is confident he knows the answer to both. Theo. Upper lip curling in a grimace of pure hatred, he yanks a fresh thread of silk from his wrist. ]
I hid in the stacks. He starts looking for me, talking shit. How his dad and my dad were partners on the force a while back. How it’s my dad’s fault his dad was paralyzed by a shot to his T9 vertebra, because my dad followed protocol by calling for back up while his dad rushed in alone.
[ Stiles meets his best friend’s eyes. Through the haze of lingering fury and antipathy for Donovan, there’s a raw desperation to be understood. ]
He was gonna kill me, Jonas, [ he says, voice small. ] Me and my dad.
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I was alone at school late, researching. My jeep broke down in the parking lot. He attacked me while I was trying to fix it. [ A gesture to his shoulder. ] That’s when he bit me.
[ Both Sasuke and Jonas have had extensive opportunities in the past to study the ugly, puckered furrow of scar tissue hidden now beneath his shirt. There is little to suggest it was caused by a bite, judging by the formation. Stiles doesn’t waste time unnecessarily detailing the monstrous physical changes Donovan underwent as an artificial wendigo. The bite, however it was caused, obviously did not come from a normal mouth of human teeth. ]
I knocked him away. Jeep still wasn’t fixed, so I headed back inside the school. He chased me. [ The story is building closer and closer to the climax; Stiles sinks further into his seat. ] After hours, the library is locked. Only people with student IDs can get in. Donovan’s not a student. I figured I’d be safe in there. But that bastard – he had an ID.
[ Two questions plague him to this day: How did Donovan get a student ID and how did Scott get the bloodied wrench? Stiles is confident he knows the answer to both. Theo. Upper lip curling in a grimace of pure hatred, he yanks a fresh thread of silk from his wrist. ]
I hid in the stacks. He starts looking for me, talking shit. How his dad and my dad were partners on the force a while back. How it’s my dad’s fault his dad was paralyzed by a shot to his T9 vertebra, because my dad followed protocol by calling for back up while his dad rushed in alone.
[ Stiles meets his best friend’s eyes. Through the haze of lingering fury and antipathy for Donovan, there’s a raw desperation to be understood. ]
He was gonna kill me, Jonas, [ he says, voice small. ] Me and my dad.