He was soaked to the bone.
Something was very wrong, had been since early afternoon. There was a buzzing in his ears, a vibration in his skull, and he couldn't make claws grow from his shaky fingers.
But she needed him. And he would provide. So he dragged his too big body from her car and staggered towards her, lightning crackling over her head.
Lightning.
Lydia's voice in bio, presenting a project in poisonous lichens.
"Letharia Vulpina."
Letharia Vulpina, Vulpina, Vulpina, Vulpina. Old folk song, maybe?
"To keep their little heads from falling in the snow..."
Only there wasn't any snow.
Rain.
He didn't hear her call his name, didn't hear the next crack of thunder, screech of tires, screams of pain and terror.
Somewhere on the edge of a cliff, Nogitsune laughed and laughed and laughed in Stiles' voice and pushed him from a ledge.
"Well, Isaac? Who will miss you once you're gone? Ring around the rosy...pocket full of posies...glowing eyes and terrible lies, hmm, Isaac? And now, Michael falls down...but you're no angel, Isaac."
And he fell.
I really hope this inspires nightmares. Please review.
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Allure