“I guess we are going to perish then because something tells me my gun isn’t going to do shit against IT.” He really needs to work harder at convincing his father to make him a suit. “I mean, we could always BOTH call our dads to come us.”
“you might, but not me.” stiles was human. ky was not. more to the point, there was doubt that anything would truly happen. then again, on the downside it did… well, he wasn’t going to think about that. not anytime soon at least.
he then scoffed, “sure, call stark. i’m sure he’ll love to hear about how you’re having a little fun with someone like me.” even if nothing happened… he didn’t like being around the very same people that he would one day ultimately have to fight to the death.
“Maybe I would do what I am told if you found the right way to break me.” The words slipping past his lips faster then he could think but that was nothing new. For a moment he stares at the man whose bound still before he pulls out angel blade and shoves it right into the guy’s chest. stepping back as rays of bright white lights escape from the body. “There. another angel bites the dust. Happy now?”
there was a reason he kept stiles around… aside from him being a winchester. then again, he always could change his plans if necessary. “no.” a simple word, but one that he knew would work for the moment. “unfortunately, if the angels can find us, that means demons won’t be very far behind.”
sleep wasn’t needed. nor food. nor relaxation. he could live with out them. a reason to why the moment he learned he didn’t need them… he stopped doing them. sometimes he would sleep if it was needed, but he rarely did so. possibly a reason to why his vessels always looked warn out. “don’t need it,” he replied bluntly. “i’m fine.”
“i’m the son of blackheart, not a blasted miracle worker.” while he may have had a fraction of his father’s own power, there was still much he couldn’t do. more to the point, as much as he tried… there was always push back. be it from his own family or even himself.
“You never have time for anything. What else is new?” Stiles’ nose wrinkled up as he looked down at the person bound to a chair before them. “I’m gonna be honest though, I don’t wanna kill this guy. You do it.”
this was a reason he enjoyed working alone. he didn’t have to bother with other people. not to mention he could do what he wanted with out any comments. “you don’t want to kill anyone,” he said bluntly. “it’s about time you learned to do as your told.”
“i don’t have time for this.” it was like scratching out his eyes sometimes with stiles — a reason to why he was simply stating his version of the facts as quickly as possible, “just…. do it.”
“I hope you mean Taco Bell when you said that just now.” Stiles could not remember the last time he had a crunch wrap and now he REALLY wanted one. “Really?” That wasn’t something he expected to hear at all. “What kind of freedom we talking about?”
❝ i was going to say a little place down south —– great taco’s, but if you want something more easier to handle? taco bell it is. ❞ not that he was complaining, but then again, it was rare that ky actually ate anything. at least with a human around.
❝ do really think i CARE? ❞ a harsh tone to match just as harsh words,
❝ do remember you BROUGHT this on yourself. ❞
❝ don’t think of me as uncaring, stiles. you might hate it here, but i can assure you that things will be much worse with out me. ❞ he had said it several times before and he would again —- the world outside of what he had done for the boy was dangerous. therefore, the demon wanted his investment to be as dependent on him as possible.
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