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Stiles was back in the basement. At least that is what it looked like. He knew nothing he saw was real, but even if there was a tiny chance it could be, he had to believe it. He was cold, barefoot, and scared. Just like before. He could sense the Nogitsune, the darkness that surrounded it. It was calling to him. All he could do was scream to try and will it all away. He began to see people in the basement with him. The people he was responsible for killing.
"Do you really think they would forgive you that easily?"
Stiles jumped at the voice. "Allison?"
She was standing in front of him, clear as day. She was pale and her lips were a light tint of blue. Stiles' eyes went straight to her abdomen where a dark pool of blood had formed. This could not be real.
Stiles shook his head. "Allison, I'm so sorry. If I could trade you I would. I hate myself for what happened. Please I'm so sorry."
She glared. Stiles did not want to look at her anymore, but he could not tear his eyes away.
"What about me?"
Stiles turned to see Aiden standing before him with black blood running down his mouth.
"You took me away from my brother."
"It wasn't me." Tears streamed down his face.
"Wasn't it? You let it in Stiles. You let it kill us."
"All of us." The room was now filled with faces. A lot he did not even recognize. Every person affected by the Nogitsune was now present in the room.
All of them were chanting, whispering that he let it in. Over and over again.
Stiles felt dizzy at all the faces. He could not handle it anymore, so he fell to his knees. The people encircled him. Overwhelming him. The whispers grew louder. Each voice filled his head as if it were screaming. He hummed in pain, trying to drown out the noise. His hands covered his ears, but the voices were in his mind. Stiles thought he was going to lose it, until all of a sudden the whispers stopped and silence hung in the air. Stiles looked up to stare himself in the face.
"What do you want?" Stiles felt weak and lost.
Void Stiles smirked. "I need you to come to me."
Stiles squinted in confusion, but then the other him grabbed his wrist and dragged his nails across his arm. He felt numb.
"Let me in again, Stiles."
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Scott had no idea where Stiles was. He could not find a scent. This was not exactly like sleepwalking, but Scott thought back to the night Stiles called him. The night everything started for him. Scott figured that was as good of a place to begin than any, so he headed towards the woods. Once he got near there, he picked up a scent. Stiles had to be somewhere close to the reserve.
Scott sped his bike up, but noticed something reflecting off the moonlight. On the side of the road was Stiles' jeep. He stopped and inspected. The driver door was still open, but the vehicle was turned off. There were no keys. Scott sniffed the air around him. He picked up a trail. The further he walked, the worse the feeling in his stomach felt. He stopped noticing the familiarity of the trees around him. Scott knew exactly where Stiles was headed. He picked up his speed, worried of what he could find.
When he got to the Nemeton, Scott was frozen in place. Stiles was standing in front of it holding his arm over the trunk. His wrist was dripping blood onto the wood. Scott snapped out of his stupor and ran up to Stiles, grabbing his arm.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?"
His brown eyes were glazed over. "I have to, or they won't go away."
"Who? Who won't go away?" Scott put his hand over Stiles' wrist to stop the bleeding.
"Allison, Aiden, everyone I killed." Tears welled in his eyes.
Hearing Allison's name made Scott loosen his grip on Stiles. "Come on, that wasn't your fault. Look we need to leave. If we stay here, something terrible could happen." He looked at the blood soaking into the tree.
Stiles watched it too.
Scott pulled on Stiles' arm dragging him away from the tree. "I don't think I can handle this thing doing any more damage tonight, so just come with me okay? It's going to be alright."
He noticed Stiles was holding his keys in his other hand. Scott took them and saw the blood all over them. That was what Stiles must have used to cut his wrist open, he was really starting to hate this new discovery between them. Scott led Stiles back to the jeep, his friend was shaking and easy to move. He could tell there was a lot going on in Stiles' head. Scott got Stiles into the passenger seat and walked over to his bike to hide it in the trees; he would get it back later. Scott drove to Stiles' house where he was meeting Lydia, Kira, and Malia. There they would wait for the night to be over so he could help his friend.
"Just hang in there, buddy."
When they got home, Scott gave sigh of relief when he saw the Sheriff was not home. They had not even begun to explain anything to him, and Scott did not want to start on a night like this. The girls helped Scott get Stiles upstairs to his room. He was still freaking out, mumbling things none of them understood, and sometimes panicking. At first he did not notice any of them, but then he began to freak out.
"I can't be here. I have to go." Stiles tried getting up, but Scott pushed him back down.
"Stiles, you have to stay, okay? Let us help you."
Lydia was trying to dress his wound. No one knew what to do at that moment. They could see the exhaustion on Stiles' face. The events of the night had finally calmed him down. He was fighting sleep. Every time his eyes began to droop, Stiles shook his head violently to wake himself up.
Scott knelt down in front of him. "Stiles, it's going to be alright. Remember none of it was real. It's all in your head."
The words seem to stick, because Stiles had stopped fighting the sleep creeping into his eyes. Malia put his head in her lap as she watched him sleep. They had to wait until dawn, then Scott could begin the healing process. It would not be much, but as soon as the moon was out of the sky, Scott could contribute. Scott sat down next to Kira on the other side of the bed, while Lydia kept her eyes glued to the window. None of them could stand seeing Stiles like this.
A few hours later the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, and Lydia perked up.
"Scott."
Scott, who had almost fallen asleep, looked up at the red head.
"Sun is coming up."
Scott nodded and placed a sleeping Kira next to him on the bed. He got up and walked around to where Stiles was laying. He had woken up not long after he fell asleep, but seemed to be silently freaking out to himself. Malia was stroking his hair. Scott knelt down slow, he did not want to make any sudden movements. Scott grabbed Stiles' wrist, causing him to flinch. Scott would not let go as he began to take the pain away. He wished he could take all of it, but he knew he would need his strength to further heal him later. Stiles relaxed a little and let his eyes close.
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The man had been keeping a close watch on Stiles. He watched him leave his house, and he followed him. The boy went into the woods where he seemed to be shouting at nothing. The man kept his distance as he watched the boy have a mental breakdown in the middle of the forest. He took a risk. Stiles did not seem to know where he was, let alone anyone getting close. He stepped forward and watched as the boy looked all around. Fear was in his eyes. Stiles' eyes met his stalker's, but there was no recognition behind them. He seemed to be staring at other faces as well. Stiles screamed out, but then he stopped, looked up. He pulled his keys out and dragged them across his arm in horror. Stiles ran off, right past the man. Something was definitely happening to him, but the man had no idea as to what. He needed to keep a close watch if he was going to execute his plan with precise timing. He left the woods, there was much work to be done.
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