Watching Everybody Hates Chris and it's HILARIOUS!!!!! It's hilarious how STUPID it is! U should all watch it I LUV the teacher just because she's racist YET LOVES black ppl I don't get it. Words of wisdom for today: Everybody Hates Chris! ;)

Liam's P.O.V.

Home sweet home.

Or

Scott's home sweet Scott's home.

For some strange reason, no one noticed the smuggled babies.

Kind of creepy.

I was in Scott's room unpacking when someone barged in.

I look up and see Marcus.

"What're you doing here?" I say.

"I want Henry," He says assertively.

"What? No! What?" I grab Henry and cradle him.

"Relax. Lydia sent me. She said it was her turn. I mean, I've never seen a girl so in love with a baby before," He smirks and leans against the wall.

"Let me check with Scott first," I walk past Marcus carefully, mostly because he's got this look in his eyes that says 'you're dead if you look at me funny'.

I run up the stairs and into Scott's room. I open the door. Scott's playing with Ben with some toys he bought.

"Oh hey Liam," Scott smiles. "Hey Marcus,"

I turn around and see Marcus who salutes.

"Marcus said Lydia wants to play with Henry," I say.

"It's too dangerous. We're still waiting for any reaction from Max or his buddy. We can't risk anything. I'll get her and bring her here," Scott says.

He picks up a joyful looking baby Isaac and carries him downstairs.

We follow him. "Wait. So why'd Lydia send you?" I ask.

Marcus snaps his head toward me. "Because, I'm the only person she knew that could threaten someone with the actual power to win,"

Marcus' hands bawled up into fists. And his hands turned a fireish color. He smirked.

I looked away as we got into the car.

It was Stiles' car.

"Hey Liam," He smiles at me and starts driving.

I smile and blush slightly. Marcus elbows me hard in the ribs.

"Don't even think about it," Marcus whispers.

Scott turns around and looks at us. "Do you guys.......smell that?"

That's when it happened. It almost seemed like the invisible man rammed into Stiles' jeep. We jerked to a stop as the front of the jeep was now damaged. The babies were crying and I grabbed them a held them close to me inca protective style.

"Great. Hit the car with the babies in it perfect," I mutter.

Scott and Marcus are out of the car before I can even figure out what was happening.

I rush out of the car and finally see it.

In front of us.....are the Jacks.

Millions, and millions, of Jacks.

They literally look like the real life zombie apocalypse.

Walking down the street with an evil look in their eyes, a hunger in their snarls, and just the lust for our flesh in every body movement. I was scared to even suggest to run!

"Hold them," I give the babies to Stiles who, by his eyes, found the gesture super offensive.

"How many are there?" I ask Scott in fear.

"I can't count that high," He admits.

"So what do we do!?" I ask him.

"Simple. Run!" Scott turned to run and dragged me, Marcus, Stiles, and the babies with him.

We ran as fast as we could but as fast as we could wasn't fast enough. They were gaining.

"How big our their packs!?" I finally ask while running.

Of course, no one answers, because we're RUNNING so we won't DIE!

Finally, Stiles gives in to fatigue. We all stop and try to pull him up but it was no use.

Not only did he have normal underachieving speed, but he was carrying two non walking trained babies. It's useless.

"It's pointless Scott we can't do this forever!" I admit.

Scott looks like he's starting to panic. His eyes are growing wild and he's starting to sweat. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!"

Scott finally turns to Marcus. "Marcus! Tell me anything helpful that we could use from that book that you remember! Now!" He says.

"Okay okay! Uh.....um.....I just can't think straight I ju- oh! They hate loud noises! It makes them fall to the ground instantly I've seen it!" He snaps.

Scott gets up and stands in front of us.

Then, it's like my ear drums split in half. A bone grinding roar escaped my alpha's mouth and at that moment I would've done anything to get it back in. I was clasping my ears and ducked my head afraid the sky was gonna fall on me.

But that's when I saw it. The mob had stopped functioning and were on the ground shaking. Like they were having a seizure.

I tugged on Scott's shirt and pulled him, telling him we needed to go.

He stopped his wild roaring and fled like the rest of us.

Luckily, we found a safe place in a hidden tiny cave by a hill. They ran right over our heads. It almost seemed like the pounding was endless.

Until it finally stopped.

We all let out a breath that we've been holding in since we heard the pitter patter of feet. But now we hear the pitter patter of rain.

"How long are we gonna be in here?" Marcus hisses.

"Until I know it's safe to come out," Scott says.

"What!? It's never gonna be safe to come out Scott!" Marcus yells.

We all shush him but he keeps going. "No! There were over a hundred guys over there and you expect me to be fine!? Their all over the place and we could be dead at any moment!" He says.

"We know! Okay Marcus!? We know what the hell we did and we know the consequence so maybe instead of complaining you could actually try to help!" I say.

"Help how!?" He says back.

"Well for starters you could shut your god damn mouth! And secondly you could've pointed out that Mason is practically the key to life itself or whatever and he's at home unguarded so we could drop the babies off with someone that can protect them and then go there and protect my best friend!?" I scream back.

"Both of you shut up!" Scott yells. "Fighting isn't gonna get us where we need to go. And neither will screaming. So just shut up, stay quiet, and follow me!" He says.

I nod, damn alpha powers.

We follow Scott out of the little cave and we're hit with a big surprise.

Our voices. Playing back what we just said to one another.

We all spin around and see three guys glaring at us, but smiling.

They recorded our whole conversation.

I can't believe I let this happen.

"I wonder where your friend lives Liam? Mason, is it?" The first guy says walking forward.

"Actually, I know the guy personally. Long story. Something little Liam might not like too much," The guy next to him says.

I growl and my eyes start to glow with rage. "If you lay one finger on him I swear I'll rip you apart," I say threateningly.

Scott stops me. "Not now Liam,"

"Yeah. Listen to your dad Liam. We'll be back for you guys later. But right now, I think we need to find the real treasure," the same guy says.

And then their off.

They run even faster than we do.

Like lightning on steroids.

The rain beated down on me like heaven giving me a punishment for letting this happen.

"We need to get over there now!" I say about to run but Scott stops me.

"Wait. We need to split up. Someone's gotta get Ben and Henry to Danny and the others have to help Mason not die a very painful death," he says.

"Liam you go with Stiles to take the babies to Danny. Marcus and I will call the others and tell them to meet us at Mason's house,"

"What!? No he's my best friend!"

"I'm not arguing about this Liam. Do as I say," Scott says authoritatively.

Scott runs off with Marcus, leaving Stiles and behind.

"Come on Liam," He says. I growl and follow Stiles to Danny's house.

Once we get there I start banging on the door.

Not only was wet but it was windy.

A tall guy with very visible dimples and brown hair shows up.

"Stiles?" He says.

"Yeah. Hey. Emergency, gotta go, can you babysit for me? I've gotta do something," Stiles says all in one sentence.

Danny glances at me and I just give him an irritated pissed off look back.

"Fine," He says taking the babies.

"Thank you so much. And dont let them out of your sight. They're very.....important," Stiles says awkwardly.

As soon as the door shuts I grab Stiles' wet hand and start running to Mason's house.

Um.....how do you describe hell?

Cause I just walked in on it.

The whole pack was there, fighting so Mason could live.

And it wasn't going so well. More amd more Jacks kept coming. There's no way we can win.

So I did the only logical thing, I found Mason.

I spotted him even through the pouring rain.

He was standing in the doorway of his house, frantic and scared.

When he saw me he got anxious. He didn't care what was happening, he ran for me.

"Liam!"

"Mason!"

Once he got to me he started ranting. "STOP IT! PLEASE LIAM, MAKE IT STOP! MAKE THEM STOP FIGHTING! I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST MAKE IT STOP!" he pleads.

But I couldn't. I couldn't let them take my best friend away from me. They just can't.

"Mason.....I-I can't!" I confess.

Mason wraps his arms around me in a heap of tears and desperateness, tuggiq at my shirt in anger.

"Liam! Please! They can't die for me! I don't know what's happening but these people actually care enough to die for someone they barely know! Liam you can't do this to them! Just make it stop! Please Liam! Make it stop!"

"NO!" Mason retaliates. He's never heard me be so authoritative in my life.

And now that I have, I hate it.

Mason puts on a poker face and pushes me away. He pushes past everyone fighting and runs into the house.

In the meantime, I decided to fight. Every ounce of blood, every chunk of muscle, every cell living inside of me, I will use to fight until I'm on the ground ready to shrivel up and die.

I'll fight.

I'm not just fighting for Mason.

I'm fighting for Stiles too.

That's when I hear something loud and irritating. It's a megaphone.

I look at the house and see Mason holding a megaphone and screaming at the crowd.

"STOP FIGHTING I SURRENDER! JUST TAKE ME! PLEASE STOP IT I CAN'T TAKE IT JUST STOP!"

Then, my worst nightmare came true.

They listened.

Everyone stopped fighting and started listening to Mason.

It was good and bad.

It was good because the whole pack was beaten up bad, even Stiles had a few bruises from trying to fight himself. And now the fight had stopped.

But it was bad because they were about to take my best friend away from me.

"JUST LISTEN. I'LL BE YOUR HOSTAGE OR YOUR PRISONER OR ANYTHING YOU WANT. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M IMPORTANT OKAY? I JUST CAN'T STAND TO SEE ANY MORE BLOOD SHED BECAUSE OF ME," He explaines.

I step forward. "Mason stop!" I try to say but I guess I should've known that commanding would only make him madder.

"SHUT UP LIAM. I DON'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL I KNOW WHAT I WANT. AND I WANT YOU GUYS TO LIVE SO PLEASE, SPARE THEM AND TAKE ME," Mason gulps and looks into the crowd.

They look like their contemplating the idea. If they agree and take Mason, it's all over.

I'll never see him again.

I'll never be able to live with myself again.

Maybe it would be better if I was dead.

Then, my whole perspective changed.

No one would pay attention if I was dead.

That's absolutely perfect.

That's exactly what I want.

"We'll do it!" Some guy says.

Then they start charging Mason. And Mason just stands there, like a statue.

Emotionless.

I've gotta do this now. But I don't know how to do it.

Think Liam Think!

I got it!

I rushed through the slightly smaller crowd and found Marcus still standing strong.

He saw me coming and almost ran, but he's too late.

I snatch Marcus' necklace off of his neck and he tries to get it back but he's too slow.

"Liam!" He tries to stop me but I won't listen.

Then I set it off.

Millions of bolts of electricity. Jolting through my body. I feel nothing at all. I feel no pain at all.

I guess, when you've always wanted to die it doesn't hurt when you finally do.

"LIAM!" I hear Mason yell to me and try to run but the Jacks hold him back.

Someone tries to touch me and gets jolted back a few yards.

No one can save me now.....exactly the point.

"Liam! Liam please STOP!"

It's Stiles.

A tear left my eye but it was quickly sucked up by the heat pouncing on my body, melting my insides.

I could barely breath. I couldn't breath.

That's when I stop. I fall to the ground, or I try.

But Stiles catches me. I can't breath. I'm losing oxygen.

I'm gonna die.

"S-s-Stiles?" I can barely get it out.

He's crying. He's crying for me.

I.........matter.

"I'm so sorry Liam. Why'd you do that. Why would you do that?"

He stutters. He falters. He's grieving.

..........he.......cares.

A tear leaves my eye.

A tear of joy.

I was happy.

This is all I ever wanted.

"There's no reason to live anymore," This was an honest answer.

"What about me?" He says.

"Y-you know what they say, you never know how much you love someone.......until....until their gone," I try to smile but it hurts too much to do so.

Stiles shakes his head. He doesn't want to give up on me. And I don't want to give up on him.

"I thought you said you were gonna stand by me Liam?" Stiles asks.

I finally, smile. For once this pain is worth it.

I'm just so happy.

Happy with everything.

All I ever wanted, was to be loved.

So.....it hurts. It really does but.....I use all my strength to mutter an answer for my beloved.

"I can't stand by you......if you won't stand by me,"

And then......

I feel nothing.

And it's bliss.

I'm just gonna pretend I didn't just do what I did and tell you THAT IT'S NOT OVER YET!!!!

YEP. There's a sequel.

I'll update this again and tell u what it's called.

PLS DON'T HATE ME AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!!!!! :*