Chapter 1
Jackson paced back and forth, staring a the unconscious body of what was once, sweet and innocent little Stiles. "Out of all people. It's Stiles that's this…"
"Nogitsune." An injured Derek steps through the living room entry from the kitchen. Melissa helps him lean against the dresser. He crouches over a bit wincing in pain, Jackson notices the large gash ripping from his ribcage down to his abdomen. It was amazing that he was still even standing. But why wasn't he healing? "It's from the Oni's sword. It'll heal….eventually"
"Okay I know you guys are werewolves or whatever but an open gash is an open gash. And that's one serious open gash." Melissa states before leaning against the dresser next to Derek.
"I know you probably think you're just some super tough ex-alpha – but seriously, Deaton needs to take a look at that. That doesn't look too good." Jackson says, keeping an eye on nogitsune-Stiles.
"It'll heal." Derek replies. "Where's Scott and Kira?"
"They went to go find Lydia. I thought you knew." Jackson looks up surprised. He could tell from the look on Derek's face that he in fact didn't know. In fact, he looked almost shocked. He drops down to his knees, groaning and wincing in pain as Jackson rushes over to help him up. Of course knowing the type of guy Derek is, he brushes Jackson's hands away. "What's really going on?"
Derek looks up, "If Lydia is missing. Then this is exactly what he wants." All three of them stare up at Stiles – who is now awake and staring right back at them.
Stiles's eyes were red and puffy like he had been deprived of sleep. The rope binds tied around his arms and legs were on him so tight. He looked so innocent. His eyes cried out for help. And somehow everyone knew that maybe he was back in his "Stiles" state. Tears begin to drop from his eyes like a kid who just lost his mother. The three couldn't do anything but feel sorry for him.
"Stiles?" Jackson asked, stepping closer to the dark fox. Stiles nods his head as Jackson walks even closer and kneels down in front of Stiles, slowly ripping the tape from his mouth. He continued to cry but only for a split second – the tears stopped.
"Really Jackson? You didn't even feel sorry for me in highschool. Is that really all it takes? A few tears and you all feel sorry for poor ol' Stiles huh?" The Nogitsune said as rage filled his eyes. "I wonder if Scott and Lydia will feel sorry for you when you find out the truth."
"What are you talking about."
The Nogitsune grinned, "When you find out who your parents really are."
To Be Continued…..