Hey there! Well I haven't written a story in soooooo long, and well I had inspiration so I had to write it down. I miss this! Anyway this is all about stiles, who is my favorite character in the show. He is so funny and the nogitsune was so Interesting and Dylan played it perfectly. I don't want stiles to be weak next season, I liked it when he was strong, he wasn't the weakling anymore sitting on the side lines. He was fighting for himself for a change! That's it really. I may make this Styldia but not sure yet we will see. sorry if any spelling mistakes...
My hands clasped round my mouth, as I took a small step backwards, in a desperate retreat. I held my breath unable to catch that sweet crisp, breath of fresh air, which was hanging around me. The rain bounced off the floor, rolling down my cheeks. I was glad for the rain, it hide the tears that had started to spill down my face. Pit, pat, thump, pit, pat, thump. My heart was about to burst through my chest. My pulse hitting a new high. Fear dripping off me.
He was nice, lived round the corner from me, for as long as I could remember. Our dads always used to make us play together in the garden every time I went round to his. We never really had anything to talk about, I mean he wanted to play soccer all the time, and well I was... how do you put it? Shit at soccer. I used to fall over the ball all the time, and if it wasn't the ball it was my own feet. So I was goalie all the time. I was only the goalie because he knew he would always win me and score about five thousand goals.
Dean. His name was Dean. His skin looked ice cold, and his lips that were a cool shade of blue. His eyes were closed tight, and I was relived about that. He was looking out of me. He saw me run out of my house and down the road in a frantic sprint, and decided to follow me to make sure I was alright. I had an argument with my dad about something stupid that I couldn't even remember at this moment. He asked me if I was okay, and I shrugged him off wandering down an alley way. But he persisted.
"Stiles look you can just talk to me you know I'm not gonna judge or laugh at you I just wanna know you are okay". His words precisely. Though words had been running through my mind for the past... I don't know how long I have been stood staring at this lifeless boy, how had blood oozing from him head. He wanted to help. And I pushed him away, sending him flying into the brick wall smashing his head on the hard wall. The sound of his cracking skull ringing in my ears.
He died instantly. I killed him. I kept forgetting my strength. I needed to keep it under control, no one could find out or all hell would break lose. I noticed a few weeks after we killed to nogitsune. I was walking over to get my book off my desk and tripped up on one of my chequered shirts that were screwed up on the floor. I hit my hand on the wall to keep myself balanced. And my hand went straight through! My wall was concrete! Was... I bought a new poster that day and hung it in the spot of where I had smashed in. Thankfully my dad didn't notice.
I also began to get good at board games. Yeah I know board games! I became obsessed with wining. Me and Scott, kira and Lydia played twister the other day and I ended up tripping Kira up, so she fell flat on her bum. She was not beating me at twister!
Other things began to appear as well the wanting to be in the front row of full frontal fights blood, guts and all. I hated fights. And I had also set the fire alarm off 3 times in school now just to see everyone run frantically. But the worst one was when I had to try and break Malia's arm for her. She had been stabbed in the stomach by a hunter and she needed the healing process to quicken up. I was the only person there so it was up to me to break her arm. And I liked it. The snap of her bone filled me with joy and a sense of excitement. That was the moment I realized I am still part nogitsune! Or so I thought.
I couldn't feel him anymore, his present on my soul wasn't there, and that's where I got confused. I decided not to tell anyone just in case anyone suspected I was possessed again, and try to well... kill me. Or turn me. Either way it didn't sound very good to me. So I kept it a secret, didn't tell anyone. I wasn't even a hundred percent sure as well. That was my second reason.
The rain washed away the blood from the pavement. I finally caught my breath. I needed to get out of here, now! I ran away as fast as my legs would take me, dodging any pedestrians. I was scared. My heart beat drowned out the sound of moving traffic. I ran through the park, leafs crunching under my feet and then finally collapsed onto the floor.
Killing him, realising I may see be a nogitsune again or running from a crime scene wasn't the worst part of any of this. The worst part was that I enjoyed killing him.