#justarun

Stiles cursed when he noticed that he had left his Lacrosse stick at school. All day he wasn't able to shake off the feeling that he had forgotten something and of course, after dinner, he realized the missing stick. He sneaked out of the house, not wanting to interrupt the fun everyone had and drove over to the Lacrosse field. Stiles parked his car and walked through the locker room over on the field, seeing his stick right where he had left it after practice. Shaking his head, he picked it up and went back to the lockers to get out of here. He just wanted to get home.

Jackson had been sitting at home when it happened again. The voice cut through all of his thoughts, causing his body to grow numb. "It's time to have a little fun Jackson. Since we couldn't finish the job with Derek, I think we should try a new approach. Locker rooms at McKinley. Now," the voice was calm but demanding. As he entered the locker room quickly, he watched Stiles moving. When he was between the lockers, Jackson jumped down behind the boy silently, his tail moving to jerk his feet out from under him quickly.

Stiles thought he had heard something and was just about to turn around when something pulled at his feet so that he had lost his balance. "What the-?" He gasped after he landed on the floor. Quickly he turned around, trying to see his attacker and when he saw the Kanima, his eyes widened and he stiffled a scream. Fuck. He should've known better than to go here alone. His heart rate sped up and he inched back, using his hands to slide on the floor. He knew he should try and get up but his legs didn't want to act the way he wanted. In panic, he grabbed his Lacrosse stick, holding it as he would hold a weapon.

Jackson 's tail swung forward in a flash, knocking the stick away from him. He walked closer and picked Stiles up for the shirt collar. He looked into the boys eyes for a moment before tossing Stiles against the nearest set of lockers. The metal shook beneath the hit, causing Jackson to walk closer once more. "Easy Jackson, we don't want to hurt him too fast. Slow and painful." The voice led Jackson through most attacks, so it was nothing new to him. He watched as Stiles laid on the ground, wondering what his next move would be.

Stiles moaned in pain when he felt the metal of the lockers bending in his back. His body felt like it was on fire, every muscle hurt him and he tried getting up, shaking. He leaned against the locker, his breath going irregulary now. "Shit shit shit." He whispered, ignoring the pain and dashing around the lockers, trying to get some distance between him and the lizard-man. While running, he tried getting his phone out and with shaking hands, he dialed for Derek, hoping he'd pick up.

Jackson once again reached out for the boy, this time grabbing the phone and tossing it inside the showers. He threw Stiles into the wall, still gripping the collar of his shirt as he repeated the action several times. When Stiles fell, Jackson circled his claw in front of the boys face. It was the single claw that contained the venom that had paralyzed many of his victims before. "Now," the voice said sternly. Jackson raised his arm, slashing at the side of the boys neck. It only left a small cut, but he venom has been placed. Jackson walked over to the wall and began to scratch letters into the paint. 'This one's for you Derek.'

Stiles felt all the air pressed out of his lungs and he whimpered when he fell down on the floor again. He didn't even bother getting up anymore and winced when he saw the claw. Closing his eyes, he waited for what was about to come next and hissed when he felt the cut on his neck. His whole body started to feel like there were needles puncturing him and another whimper left his lips when he tried moving but none of his limbs wanted to react the way they were supposed to. "G-go ahead and kill me." He gritted out. "Just get it over with." If he was to die then he wanted it to be fast and not slow and painful.

Jackson slapped the wall where the writing stood and hissed once before walking away. His job had been done and now he would return to his own home. When he opened his eyes, he was back on his couch. He looked at his arms and shook his head. He needed to get over to Lydia's as quick as possible. It was dark and he didn't want anything to happen before he was locked up.