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AN: So I hope you like this. If you haven't watched Infinite, don't worry, not everything Is the same. I am changing a lot but keeping a lot similar. If you wish to watch the movie first, it is on Paramount or more websites you can look at and hope that you don't get a computer virus like me. You heard nothing. I blame TikTok for telling me websites to watch. Let's begin.

Mexico City:  The last life (No POV, or our POV? IDK like dream POV... idk help.)-

Police sirens are everywhere. All of a sudden, a red Ferrari is seen. Behind said Ferrari is a multitude of cop cars. The car speeds up. 

Shifting the gear and stepping on the gas, the car accelerates past 70 mph. The mysterious guy driving swerves expertly between other vehicles as I look closer at the mysterious guy lifting his shirt. He is clearly injured. But why? 

He picks up something, a button of sorts. Moving it to his stomach, I hear the sound of sizzling, like the sound of someone's hand touching a burner. Shouting out in pain as he passes many string lights of what appears to be a musician, he makes a right turn.

"Treadway, tell me you got it," a mysterious voice says as I look back at the guy. 

"Yeah," the guy, now known as Treadway, says before pausing. "Yeah, I got it." He finishes looking in the rearview mirror. Then looking down to see a briefcase. 

He makes another sharp turn. His tires squealing. I hear the cops again as he goes out of view. A new car comes into view, also swerving in and out of traffic. (AN: If anyone can tell me what the car was, it would be great to update!) 

"Might be delayed a little," Treadway can be heard saying. I can suddenly see two people in the car—a woman with blonde hair and a guy with black hair and a beard. "I'm heading to meet you now," Treadway is heard continuing as I see the black hair guy movie his hand to what I assume is an earpiece.

The guy moves his hand back to the wheel as he says, "Copy that."

I can hear the Ferrari again as it accelerates, with the police obviously not far behind.

Tires squealing, Treadway driving, police sirens, and the Ferrari and cops swerving are all I can see and hear. A policeman starts to speak in Spanish before shooting at Treadway.

The car appears to be bulletproof as he keeps driving, with no glass breaking from the bullets. After making a sharp turn, horns are heard honking as he swerves by them.

"Treadway, you okay?" Is heard from the mysterious guy from the other car.

"We can't let them get the egg back," Treadway states, still passing by people.

I can now see a ring from a hand driving.

"I can't believe Bathurst would go this far." Is heard from the woman.

"He's not the man we remember," is replied by the man next to her. They make a quick turn. 

The girl puts her hand on the mysterious guy's shoulder. He hits the gas as time seems to slow. Barely passing a truck. She puts her hand on his hand now. He looks at her, still going quick.

Back with Treadway, a helicopter is seen with a spotlight.

"Shit," he whispers as he notices. 

Turning the car so he is driving backward while facing the helicopter. Looking back so he will not crash so quickly, he dodges cars. The cops are shown, a multitude following him. Treadway grabs a gun, aiming to the sky. (Okay, but like hamilton vibes, just less sad more, 'hell yeah.') He shoots the spotlight from the helicopter, making the bulb break. The cops inside the helicopter start speaking. I cant understand as they are speaking Spanish. Treadway turns the car back around, so he is facing forwards. 

"Able," he starts as we see the guy from before reaching for his earpiece. "I'm gonna take a shortcut. Meet me at the freeway," Treadway finishes taking a sharp turn down a blocked-off alley. 

The cops continue to follow him into a tunnel of sorts. They continue to shoot, trying to stop him. Treadway's car, short of flys past a tiny decline because of his current speed. 

He makes a sharp turn past some police cars going the wrong way and into a new tunnel. 

I can see some bricks as Treadway messes with the gear shaft. Slowing down then going quicker. A brick then flys from the back tires, breaking two cop car's windshields. One of the cars smashes into a brick pole holding up the tunnel, causing a pile-up. The cops on the motorcycles continue to follow Treadway.

Breaking through a gate, Treadway is seen again. Exiting through what looks to be a supply loading area, Treadway heads back to the street. 

As he continues to speed up and dodge cars, Able is seen again.

Able makes a sharp turn under what I assume is the bridge Treadway is on. 

The bridge appears to be blocked off, with only a crane seen. 

"They got it blocked off," He says. "Get to the base of the crane," Treadway states as a cop is seen catching up to him. 

"Treadway, listen. Do not go up that bridge." Able states sternly.

Treadway ignores him, opening his door as he slows down. The cops on the motorcycles are not expecting it to crash.

"Treadway? Treadway?" Able is heard saying as Treadway dodges cop cars by going through what I assume are barrels of water.

"Able listen to me. If I fail. Look inside." He says, confusing and angering the recipients. 

"I don't know what miracle you think you're gonna pull off,  but there's a 150-foot gap in front of you." Able states angrily. "What is his plan," he whispers as his partner looks up.

I see Treadway again. He is closing his eyes as he sticks his hand out the window. Something odd starts happening even I can't explain. Blue starts flowing around his hand. He opens his eyes, a determined look on his face.

He turns the wheel, making the car spin. Grabbing the briefcase and what looks to be a katana, the car spins off the bridge. 

I see the lady grip Able's arm as they both lookup. Back to Treadway, I see him jumping out of the car. He throws the katana, it getting stuck in the crane bars. He grabs onto the bar. Briefcase still in hand. The car crashes to the ground, exploding. 

As Able and the woman are looking up, they get T-boned by a truck. As the car is rolling, I see as Treadway views it from the crane. 

"Leona. Please." Able says, trying to get the woman now known as Leona to wake up. "Leona, wake up. Wake up."

Leona wakes up as we see a guy walk towards the car. The man appears to have a mysterious gun with him. They grab each other's hands as the guy raises his gun. 

"I'll find you in the beginning," Leona says.

"I love you," Able states before getting shot. The bullet blowing up the car.

Treadway is seen flinching back as he watches.

Stiles POV(If you feel like changing from random unknown POV):

I gasp, waking up from bed, hearing someone banging on my door.

AN: So this is something I randomly thought of lol. I wanted a Stiles is Treadway fanfic but realized this movie just came out and doesn't have a high rating. I mean I would have preferred Dylan to have replaced Mark Wahlberg but it was still a good movie. So I decided to write one myself. I hope you enjoy this book as I am currently working on chapter 2. Vote or add to your lists or comment! I love hearing your thoughts so please comment.

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Previously-

Stiles POV:

I gasp, waking up from bed, hearing someone banging on my door.

Now?-

"Stiles, wake up its time for school!" My dad shouts, banging on the door.

"Okay, Dad!" I yell, still lying in bed.

"Have you ever had a dream that felt so real it felt like a memory?"

I start getting ready for school.

"Ever caught yourself in the mirror and be surprised?"

I brush my teeth, get dressed, and head to the medicine cabinet. I quickly take my Addaral, Anti-Anxiety, and my schizophrenia medication. That's right, I Stiles Stilinski have schizophrenia.

"Like you expected to see someone else's face staring back at you?"

As I drive to school, my best friend in the passenger seat. I begin to ask.

"No. Not really," My buddy Scott says.

"Seriously? Never?" I respond.

"Nope. I mean, I have had realistic dreams, but never like a memory."

I pull into school, so the conversation is dropped. As Scott meets up with his girlfriend Alison. (AN: Cue the 'hey she's alive' audio) Alison just so happened to be with Malia and her girlfriend, Kira. (I ship it fight me) I walk past them and head to my locker. As I put my stuff away, I can't help but think. 

All these people in the busy halls. Heading to class. Heading to see their friends before the bell rings. Teachers heading to their class.

Everyone is doing something.

Everyone is trying to be something.

But, in the end, what is the result?

As I am thinking, the bell rings. I absent-mindedly walk into class, Coach's class.

What does it add up to?

Everything you do. How does it factor into your overall results?

If someone, myself, or anyone knew the answer, maybe, just maybe, life would click. The reason coach is the way he is might make sense. The reason I get these odd dreams might be logical. They-

As I start to think of another question, a sharp whistle breaks my concentration—a sharp shrill one may say— the overall noise of Coach trying to get someone's attention. Who's attention?

"Stilinski!" He shouts.

Oh right, mine.

"Yes, Coach?" I ask calmly.

"You paying attention now?" He asks.

"Depends on your definition of paying attention," I reply with a tiny smirk.

"Great to have you back, Bilinski," He says, feigning annoyance. If you knew him well enough, you might have noticed the concern.

Coach then continues.

I can't wait for school to end. Why? Because I get to finish making my samurai sword today. I don't understand why I chose a samurai sword when Chris asked what weapon to protect myself with. It's just something about the way I forged it.

Soon enough, the lunch bell rang.

Everyone in the pack sat at a specific table. Scott, as usual, started reminded us of the plan for the supernatural fight later. 

Derek, as usual, worked with me on the plan. It's a pack. Of weres and humans just like ours. Not the same species but different ones in a pack. The humans have weapons, mainly guns with wolfsbane bullets. So the humans of our pack worked with Chris and got weapons ourselves.

Alison has her usual bow. Lydia has her scream that is a failsafe. If it works, great, but if not, then she has two guns. Mason has my old bat, infused with mountain ash and wolfsbane. I myself have my samurai sword.

The plan is simple. The two packs meet if we negotiate no need for fighting. If not, and they attack. But, first, humans fight humans, and the supernatural fight the supernatural. If, at any point, one of the humans gets injured badly but not dying, they may step away and leave it to the rest of the pack.

After a while, school comes to an end. And the fun of my day starts.

"Hey Chris," I say, greeting the man.

"Hey, Stiles, ready to finish your samurai sword?" He asks.

"Yep, need it for tonight."

After hours of working, the rest of my samurai sword is done.

"Wanna give it a go?" He asks.

"Might as well," I respond.

I grab the samurai sword and spin it around a few times. Then I move forward while pretending to dodge and hit things coming at me.

Are there things you just know how to do? Like no one's ever showed you.

Yet... every step in the process just makes sense.

Like you're remembering it. Not learning it.

When I am done, I look at Chris. His jaw is practically on the floor.

"Stiles, when did you learn how to do that!?" He asks, well yells.

"Honestly, I don't know. It came naturally," I respond.

"Well, it was awesome. Most hunters I know can't do that," He states, making me sort of embarrassed. "You have to get going to the place for meeting the pack."

"Okay! Thanks, Chris!" I responded as I leave with my samurai sword.

Soon enough, I reached the meet-up place. The resident humans stand by each other slightly behind the others.

"So, Stiles, did you get your weapon?" Lydia asks.

Did I forget to mention I never told anyone what my weapon was?

"Yes, I did," I retort. That got the rest of the pack's attention as everyone turned to look at me.

"Can we see?" "What is it?" "Dad said you made it yourself. Is that true?" "Is it cool" are the general responses I get.

"Yes, you can see it. That's a secret. Yes, I made it myself. I consider it cool." I respond to them all.

I reach behind me and pull out my samurai sword. As soon as everyone saw it their jaws dropped. 

Unfortunately, they had no time to ask questions. 

Because just then the other pack showed up.

TBC

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AN: This will be short because I suck at making fight scenes. So the fight will be short, but why not make up for it with something.

Previously:

I reach behind me and pull out my samurai sword. As soon as everyone saw it, their jaws dropped.

Unfortunately, they had no time to ask questions.

Because just then, the other pack showed up.

Stiles POV:

"Alpha Levisay," Scott says politely.

"Alpha McCall," Alpha Levisay responds. "This is my right hand, Benjamin," He says, tilting his head to the guy next to him.

"This is my right-hand, Stiles," Scott responds. (AN: I know in wolf packs there aren't right hands, but from what I've read, there are Alpha Male, Omega male, Mid-rank, Beta(MATSI ("Sweet and Brave") was the pack's beta wolf, second only to Kamots in the hierarchy. He was also the peace-maker and puppy-sitter.),Alpha Female, Omega female. I got this from a website studying a specific pack. Most fanfics about teen wolf have the right hand, and I thought, 'hey, that fits stiles,' so I did it.) "We are considering letting you go peacefully if you agree not to harm anyone in Beacon Hills," Scott continues.

"Unfortunately, Alpha McCall, I can't agree to those terms. You won't be alive to consent to them," The alpha says before shifting.

Taking that as our cue, everyone shifted or pulled out weapons.

Scott is Against Alpha Levisay.

Derek against beta Benjamin.

Peter against the left hand.

The others against someone they can match.

I am against a guy named Ronny. He kind of looks like a gangster. He has tattoos everywhere and a few piercings. 

We start fighting. 

As I get knocked down one time, Ronny tries to cut off Lydia's arm.

I grab his arm and delay the issue. But, unfortunately, Lydia's guy now has his gun to the back of my head.

"Put your back out, baby," Ronny says to Lydia. "It's the arm or the neck you choose."

After a few seconds of Lydia not saying anything, Ronny forcefully grabs her arm.

As he tries to cut off her wrist, I grab the end of his sword and elbow him. Then, I throw his sword away and grab my own.  I then hit the gun of the guy behind me, accidentally chopping off a finger.

I then grab him again and put the blade of my samurai sword to his throat from behind him.

As I hold him against his will, I hear Lydia going to grab her gun and get back to the fight. I also hear the other guy saying something along the lines of, "He cut my goddamn finger off, man."

After some more threatening words, I push him away and run across the place. As I'm running, he starts shooting.

I run into an alleyway and down some metal steps. Running in a more open place, I see someone go flying. I turn and climb up a wall when a hallucination starts.

It starts to snow, and it seems like I'm on Mount Everest. I hear shouting.

"Help Leona." Then some grunting as Treadway and Leona almost fall off the mountain.

I look down again and fall off the mountain.

The memory or hallucination ends as I land on a car.

Then everything goes black.

I wake up in the packhouse.

"Hey, buddy, you awake?" Scott asks.

"Yea, Scotty," I respond.

"You were out for a bit, man, quite a fall."

"Yea, I figured," I respond.

"There's some guy here who wants to talk to you. We put him in the full moon room."

"Okay, take me there," I say, opening my eyes and getting up.

I head over to the room and walk inside.

The room is soundproof, and there is a table in the middle. On the table, the guy has some bags and other things.

"You look like a shrink," I say, walking in.

"Not a thing," he whispers loudly. "No recognition at all?" 

I look at him, confused, before he continues.

"I think I should feel hurt."

TBC

Sorry, It's short. I'm busy lately. Working on chapter 4 later tonight.

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"I think I should feel hurt," he says with a small chuckle.

I stare at him, confused. 'Who is this guy,' I thought as I sat down.

"Do you remember... Syracuse?" The guys asks.

"Syracuse," I whisper back.

"The siege," he says again as I shake my head, giving a chuckle. "Second Punic War," he continues. "Where we first met."

"Well, not quite the thrill ride of the First Punic War, but hey, sequels are tough, huh?" I responded sarcastically.

"You disappoint me."

"Well, join the club," I retort, rolling my eyes.

"I notice..." He starts. He picks up my sword as he says, "you didn't sign it."

I stare at him with a bored face. He stares back with a smile, twisting the sword in his hands.

"Then again," he starts with a chuckle. "Craftsmanship like this... you didn't need to, did you?"

"I made a sword. What are you gonna do? Arrest me." I respond, crossing my arms and leaning back.

He puts my sword back down, not once breaking eye contact. It clatters against the table, and I fight back a wince at the treatment.

"Stiles Stilinski," He begins. "Diagnosed with ADHD at 6, Anxiety at 10, and finally diagnosed with schizophrenia at 14... after carving the words 'Look inside' into your chest with a box cutter."

"What are you, my therapist?" I ask sarcastically.

"Electroshock proved unhelpful." The pitch of his voice rising on the last word.

He pulls something out of his suit pocket, "but these..." He puts the bag in front of my face, and now I can see it.

It's a bag of pills I get from a dealer a town over. Pills I didn't know anyone knew about.

"...are not bad, eh?" He continues.

He places the bag down as I stare at him.

"Can I," I start before he cuts me off with a 'go ahead.'

I pick up the bag putting it in my pocket.

"At 15, attempted suicide via car crash. Which resulted in the steel plate in your skull."

I hide my shock at how he knew that. I mean, the only other people who know are Melissa, Scott, and my dad.

"Spent the rest of your 15th year bouncing around between psych hospitals. The rest after with the supernatural."

"Well, I only cut a few of the dude's fingers off. They will grow back." I said, tilting my head, masking my shock at his knowledge with sarcasm.

"I'm curious," he started before pausing. "Look inside."

Once again pausing this time, shaking his head a tad. Again, I study him trying to figure out what he knows.

"Why those words?" He asks with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Why not?" I retort, shaking my head a bit, still leaving it tilted.

We look at each other a bit before he stands up. He picks up his briefcase and puts it on the table. I look at him in wonder as he opens it up.

He starts to pull some things out. What looks like a wire with something on the end. And empty old drawstring pouch. What looks to be wire. As he continues pulling out more things, I shake my head a tad with a sigh. The last thing he pulls out appears to be a bullet but not quite.

"Which one of these... is yours?" He asks.

"You can skip the-- whatever the hell this is because none of that is mine." Then, as I finish, he pulls out a gun.

He starts fiddling with the gun.

"You're not supposed to have that in here."

He starts placing what I assume are bullets on the table. My vision has not once left him.

"What's going on here?" I ask. "Hey, Derek," I say loudly, forgetting the fact the room is soundproof. The guy continued placing down the bullets as I spoke.

He holds the last bullet in my face before picking up the gun. H places the bullet in the chamber and spins it a few times.

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" I ask as he continues spinning it.

He places an item in front of me. "Pick it up."

"What?"

"Pick it up," he repeats.

He is still facing the gun to the wall as I pick the item up.

"Paris. 1794. The last meal of the Comte d'Anjou."

I twist around the item as I look at it. It looks like it was used as a stamp for the seal of a letter. I bring it up to my nose and sniff it.

"A Bordeaux. Not a bad choice for a last meal," I respond.

"Was it yours?" He asks in almost a whisper.

I snicker as I process what he said. "I wish I ken what you were talking about, but I don't know what to tell--"

I am cut off as he shoots the gun at me.

"What the hell!" I shout, flinching back a bit.

"Every time you say, 'I don't know," He shouts, "this trigger gets pulled."

He brings forward a key and puts it next to the other item.

"Is it yours?" He asks once again.

"I don't know--" fires the gun again, empty. "Are you out of your mind!?" I ask, shouting slightly. "There is supernatural next door. Hello! Derek! Scott!"

"The room is soundproof! They won't even hear it when I put 250 grams of lead through the back of your skull!"

As he walked behind me, as I was distracted, he somehow handcuffed me to the table.

He puts another item in front of me.

"Is it yours?"

"Yes. Okay, yes, it's mine." I answer, not wanting to get reshot at, maybe this time it not being empty. "Are you happy?"

He clicks the trigger again.

"Jesus! What the hell, man, I answered!"

"Lying! Won't help!" He responds.

"Look. I'm just a guy. That's all."

"Last chance, Stiles."

"Is. It. Yours?" He says, shouting the last word tossing something at me.

I look down at the item as I start to hyperventilate. I mess around with the item in my hand as I am pulled into a hallucination.

I see trees and the sun. Then I see the item in my hand in someone else's hand. Then, finally, the person puts a rock into the item in my hand.

I see another person as they start to move in a circle. Then, the person with the rock starts using it as a weapon.

He lashes at the other guy who has a staff in his hand. The guy falls as the other person tries to strangle him.

I am then pulled out of the hallucination? Memory?

I start panting. I look up a tad gazing at the other items. I look back at the man, who is a bit blurry.

I grab the gun, and the guy starts laughing. I try to shoot him, but the chamber is empty.

"There's the Treadway, I know!" He says loudly, still laughing.

I look at the gun then slam it down onto the table angrily.

The guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bullet.

"Little trick I learned from you. Hello, old friend," he finishes as the sound of an engine revving gets louder.

I ended up getting myself uncuffed as a car slams into the side of the building. The guy and I start running in opposite directions to get away from the mess.

I end up on the ground as the guy covers his head.

A blonde girl gets out of the car with a gun.

She starts shooting at where the guy is and gets on top of the car. She looks at me as I put my hands up.

Getting off the car and to the door, she says, "get in."

I scramble into the back seat of the car. As I look back, I see the guy getting into another car. In the back of the car with me are Derek, Scott, and Lydia. In the front passenger seat is a guy I don't know.

She opens a gun and puts what looks like a mine into it. Then, she shoots the other wall as she says, "Hold on."

"Shit," I say as the wall blows up.

She floors the car propelling it forward through the rubble as the other guy follows behind us.

We drive through some trees as the guy follows.

"Turn! Turn!" The guy in the front shouts.

The quick turn makes us farther ahead of the other guy.

"Go, go!"

"Hold tight," the lady says as we end up jumping over a low piece of land down a hill.
We end up on the main road, where many cops from the next town over standing with guns.

"Oh, shit," my friends and I say at the same time.

The car turns to where we are facing them. The guy from before jumps onto the road facing us.

"What are you waiting for? Come on, let's go! Go the other way!" Lydia and I shout.

"Take the wheel," She says to the other guy pressing a button.

The wheel moves from her side to his.

"Oh yeah, a retractable steering wheel that's totally normal," I say from the back seat, as a few cops shout to get out of the car.

The guy from the room starts moving forward.

"Shoot that son of a bitch," the mysterious guy in the passenger seat says as he starts to drive us in reverse.

More cops show up as we get closer to the town.

All of a sudden, a bunch of black SUVs show up crashing through them.

They are dressed like SWAT and start shooting at us.

"Oh shit," my friends as I once again say together.

TBC

AN: Hope you enjoyed chapter 4! Chapter 5 will most likely be out tomorrow. Also, sorry, I don't know what he pulled out of the bag; it was hard to tell. Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out. I have been busy. I hope it being longer helps.