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Stiles smirked at the struggling, noise-making Allison and stood from his crouch.
“Yeah yeah, you crazy bitch. I know. ‘But Stiles, the Hales killed my Auntie Kate! But Stiles, the Hales ruined my life! But Stiles, Derek killed my precious mommy! And that makes him the devil! You don’t know what you’re talking about or how I feel, it’s not like your mommy’s been dead for years or anything’”
Stiles sing-songed his impression of Allison in a mocking falsetto voice, but as soon as he mentioned his own mother, he scoffed derisively, his smile dropped and his glare turned glacial. Even Scott winced because he knew what Stiles looked like when any and all compassion had run out.
“Let’s get one thing clear real quick, alright? The fact that recently you have decided to imitate Kate Argent so closely, dressing like her, fighting like her, thinking like her as you hunt down werewolves who don’t satisfy the requirements of your bullshit code, just like she did?” Stiles sneered at Allison, making his opinion clear.
“Yeah, it’s disgusting. You’ve decided to emulate a woman who wasn’t even a woman at all; she was nothing but a statutory rapist with a fucking Mata Hari complex.” Stiles head cocked lightly as he thought he heard a small sound come from somewhere behind and above him, but he was on a roll and ignored it. It was probably a bird or something; it’s not like the warehouse he picked for his little production was the Ritz. In fact, he was pretty sure the whole building was condemned. Oh well.
“See, I’m surprised you went off the deep end so damn easily. If all it took for me to turn into a psychopath with an armory was the death of my mother, well, I’d have been on a killing rampage for years now. Which is another thing,” Stiles crossed his arms and leaned in towards Allison a bit while remaining standing, being sure to look her dead in the eye.
“I know that all you’ve got for a brain is one rather useless three pound ball of snot, made up of nothing but what every psychopath-in-training needs to know to be a piece of shit, but try real hard to get this through that thick skull of yours, alright? Derek. Did not. Kill. Your. Mother.
Allison attempted to snarl behind her gag; Stiles raised one eyebrow and remained thoroughly unimpressed.
Honestly, he was surprised Chris, who remained able to speak, wasn’t protesting as well. But the man just stared at the ground for this part, looking defeated. And remorseful. Stiles got the impression that Chris knew what had gone down and just how wrong his family’s side of the argument was.
So, Stiles crouched down again between father and daughter and leaned in towards Chris a bit. “You know, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer, just continued staring at the ground.
“She told you what she’d done to get herself bitten, right? Told you just how she’d singlehandedly destroyed your family because she couldn’t handle her only daughter fucking a werewolf?” Scott growled from behind his gag, but Stiles just rolled his eyes at him. “Calm down Fido, you’re not intimidating anybody.”
Allison was glaring at Stiles and he grinned at her, leaning away from Chris and schooching over a bit so he was crouching in front of the baby hunter.
“That cold hearted bitch killed herself. Derek didn’t do it. And I don’t give a flying fuck about your so called code; why should I? It’s not like anyone in your own family believes it. You only adhere to it when it suits you. Like with your mother’s suicide; it certainly suited old pappy Gerard then. He was able to use her death to manipulate you into becoming Kate 2.0. And like a brainless idiot, you let him.”
The stare Stiles was directing at Allison could freeze the Earth’s core. All the anger and disgust Stiles been feeling for the Argents since that night Scott was bitten in the woods, since he began abandoning his so called best friend to chase Allison’s skirt like a panting dog chasing a juicy bone, since he watched over and over as this sadistic family did everything it could to destroy the life of Derek, guy who had never really hurt anybody at all? All that anger and disgust was boiling over. And there was no putting the lid back onto the pot.
“Did you ever even stop and at least try to think for yourself? Or did you just swallow every single bit of shit that Gerard fed you about this pack? Hmm? My money’s on the latter. You didn’t even bother to stop and think ‘Gee, I wonder why all of a sudden, a wolf that’s only ever really fought my family defensively decided to jump my mother out of the blue, drag her out of her car, since she obviously wasn’t fighting or hurting anyone, pull her over to the side of the warehouse where Scott was randomly almost suffocating and bite her smack on the shoulder! That’s not odd behavior at all, perfectly in line with Derek’s character.”
The falsetto voice was back and based on her expression, Allison really did not appreciate the impression of her, but Stiles really couldn’t give fewer fucks. That’s how few fucks he already gave.
Stiles remained crouched in front of the bitch, but returned to using his own voice. He wasn’t through with her yet.
“Derek bit your mother, yes, but for a goddamn good reason. You see, that crazy bitch had made herself a wolfsbane vaporizer. She knocked Scott out and dragged him into a tiny room with it so that she could kill him and make his death look like it was caused by an asthma attack. Derek saved him. Hell, he wouldn’t have even bitten her if he hadn’t been so damn disoriented because of the device that the bitch was using to kill Scott! But even if it had been an intentional bite, your mother’s actual death would still be on her own damn hands. Because she was going to turn. She was going to become a wolf.”
Stiles chuckled a bit. “I guess though that she was just too disgusted by that thought to stick around, to be with her family. To remain your mother. I guess it all just boils down to her priorities. And you know what those are.” Stiles maintained eye-contact with Allison, staring straight into her soul and refusing to even blink.
“The truth of it, Allison, is something I think you’ve already realized, you just don’t want to accept. The truth of it is your mother hated werewolves more than she loved you. And so rather than be there for you and live as a wolf, she drove a knife into her heart.”
Allison quieted and stilled for a moment, but started struggling again soon. Stiles could clearly see the ‘You’re a liar!’ written in her eyes. Well, hey, why not let her make her case?
He smirked and leaned forward, untying the gag while being sure to keep his fingers out of biting range.