Authors Note: Well I have had this plot in my head since the end of season 3b but I did not know how to execute it. I wrote this in avoidance of doing a Biology IA that is due tomorrow. I have the basic plot for the story written down but I am not entirely sure if I am going to post it, I mean I will if people request it. I will also be submitting this on AO3. The word count is roughly 1.5k I think that is good for a prologue. Correct me if I am wrong. This is also not Beta'd so if there are any grammar mistakes it is all on me (even though English is my first language). This also has some darkness to it, not entirely sure trigger warning because it does not go into detail, but you were (kinda) warned. Now enough of my prattling onto the story.

Disclaimer: Oh the things I would do if I owned Teen Wolf...ehem sterek. js.


Reawakened: Prologue

The corridor was dark and cold. The lights on the sides of the walls gave the corridor a blue hue. Stiles could see his breath with every exhale. Keeping his hand on the wall for support in case something happens to the barely visible ground underneath his feet. As he walked down the corridor, the temperature steadily dropped. Stiles looked up from the ground to search for an exit. He found one up ahead. He squinted to see them – doors made up of grates – light was flooding in through the holes. Picking up the pace as he saw a shadow pass by the doors.

His hand let go the rough wall and he sprinted to the door. He tried to open it, only to find it locked. His hands latched onto the frame and he shook it. Stiles froze when he heard it – a bloodcurdling scream that echoed down the hall – and felt as if the scream sounded familiar. He pulled on the handle, metal creaking at the pressure. The door opened with a groan and Stiles took no time in sprinting out of the corridor. He found himself at the school standing in the middle of the hallway, the very same where it was expelled. Repressing a shudder, he searched frantically for the owner of the scream by sprinting from classroom to classroom opening the doors. After checking the whole hall, he moved to the stairs to go up to the next floor. That is when he saw it out of the corner of his eye. Scott was bleeding out from a wound with a figure standing over him.

"Scott!" Stiles shouted.

He broke out into a full sprint to help his friend. The form turned revealing who it was. Stiles tripped when he saw a mirror image of himself. His face was contorted with a malicious grin and his eyes dark.

"You-" Stiles breathed out. His heart skipped a beat before adrenaline rushed through his body along with the rage.

"YOU!" Stiles lunged at himself – the Nogitsune in his form.

Stiles went to swiftly punch him in the stomach and he was caught off guard when his hand did not hit flesh, but instead heard metal piercing skin. Shocked, he looked down to find a sword in his hand and now impaling his double. The smirk did not fade from the Nogitsune's face, instead his appearance started to flicker. Dread started to seep into Stiles when he stepped back and let go of the sword handle. The Nogitsune's form started flickering in between his own attire – a pair of gray skinnies and a graphic tee – to a floral skirt with black stockings and a purple V-neck tee, all topped with a jean jacket. Stiles knew that style; he had known only one person with that sense, Allison. The Nogitsune's face was replaced with her fair one, now slack with shock. Her hands went up to the sword still lodged in her stomach. Stiles backed up until his foot caught on the ground making him fall against the hard, tile floor. He started to hyperventilate. Allison spoke and his whole world came crashing down.

"It's your fault Stiles" she paused, her eyes expressing no emotion.

Scott, who was still on the floor, started to sob. His attire changed to the one he wore at her funeral. Another figure approached from the locker room, it was Aiden. He was wearing a bloodstained shirt and was covered in dirt. He stood right next to Allison and looked down at Stiles. Stiles had started to shake from both the temperature and anxiety.

"We should have killed you right when we found out. It would have saved so many lives, Stiles" Aiden hissed out his name with such venom that Stiles stopped breathing.

Images flashed through his head of everyone that had died when he was possessed. He had looked up the victims even though both his father and Scott had said that it was not his fault. Stiles had printed out pictures of them and hid them in between his mattress and box spring so that he would never forget them. He had to they would still be alive if not for him. Stiles was so wrapped up in guilt that he almost did not catch the sound.

"Yeah." It was whispered so quietly that Stiles only caught it because the person who said it moved immediately attracting his attention. It was from Scott.

Scott stood, eyes glowing bright red. He started stalking towards Stiles as he spoke.

"If we killed you first, she would still be here!" Scott roared his voice taking on a more animalistic quality near the end.

Stiles started scooting himself backwards. His strength was not enough to pick himself up off the ground and run. He had lost it when he saw his friend's expression. The hatred that was blatant in Scott's eyes broke Stiles. Scott was his best friend, his brother in all but blood. A sob wracked through stiles catching in his throat. Tears that were swimming in his eyes began to fall. The three started to surround him speaking at once.

"It's your fault."

"You should've died."

"Why did you live when people – innocent people – died?"

"Murderer."

"We would be doing the world a favor by killing you, Stiles."

The three crowded around the broken boy. Aiden crouched down at his left, Allison at his right. The two grabbed his arms and pulled. They brought him into a kneeling position. Stiles hung his head in defeat. 'What they were saying is true; I am a murderer.' Stiles thought and brought his head up to look at his former best friends face. Rage had brought out the wolf. Scott raised his clawed hand.

"I always avenge my pack," he said as he brought his hand down. In one swift moment, the claws pierced his throat and slashed. The scream died in Stiles' throat and ended up as a gurgle. The world went black.


Stiles woke up screaming. He jolted up from the couch almost falling to the ground because his legs were tangled up in the sheets. The movie credits were playing off the TV. He looked over to the clock. It was 7 a.m. his dad was surely at the station already.

'Must've fallen asleep on accident,' Stiles thought rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He walked to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He pulled out bread, butter and jam. Shoving the bread into the toaster and starting it, he started to recount his dream. He repressed a shiver at the words and opened a drawer to grab a knife (for the butter do not worry). Stiles was glad that he convinced Scott and Malia to stay at their own houses and that Stiles' father was already at work. Stiles does not think that he could have handled seeing Scott so soon. Scott's enraged face jumped to the forefront of his mind. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair causing it to stick up. He jumped when the bread popped out of the toaster. Quickly grabbing them and coating them in a generous amount of butter. He cleaned off the knife and helped himself to the jam, spreading it evenly on the slices.

It had only been a couple weeks since the Nogitsune and Stiles was finally on winter vacation. He was tossed as to what he should do for the break yesterday, but the dream made him rethink his plans. As much as he hated to admit it, Stiles was not completely 100 percent fine and he doubted he ever would be, but to try to get there he needed a break. One place immediately jumped to forefront of his brain; a place he has not been to since the beginning of the whole werewolf business. He swallowed the last bit of his toast and opened the fridge to take a swig of milk straight from the carton. When he put the lid back on, he was sure of what he would do; he was going to the beach.


So..? How did ya'll like it? Its my first published fanfiction so plz be a little nice...

TEEN WOLF! bluetears out~