Stiles woke up screaming. Sweating. Crying. He opened his eyes and realized he was in his room.
'Was all that a dream?' he thought to himself. Stiles looked around. Everything seemed normal. He couldn't hear Void anymore.
Stiles got suspicious. All that happened felt too real to be a dream. He remembered everything, setting a crying Theo aflame. Watching his dad commit suicide. Lying to Scott. Shoving a katana through Mason's parents, and Mason himself.
Stiles started to sob after remembering everything he did. Everything Void did. But he wasn't sure if that had happened or not. And he hated not knowing almost as much as he hated the possibility of it happening.
Stiles went to the bathroom, to wash his face, to wash the tears off him. But he stopped at the door. He didn't want to see himself in the mirror. He didn't want to look into his own eyes. He could see Void, he could be Void. Stiles didn't want to risk it. He hated not knowing, but he also feared the truth.
Stiles stepped down the stairs. Everything was normal.
'Dad?' he called.
No answer. Stiles was anxious. But everything was normal, right? Was all that just a dream? Was Void messing with Stiles' head again? He didn't know for sure.
The anxiety was eating Stiles from the inside. He called, 'DAD?' again.
One more time, with no answer. Stiles was on the verge of a panic attack. He decided to step out for some fresh air.
The whole block. No, the whole town was burning, aside from the Stilinski house. Stiles looked around terrified. He could only hear the crackling fire.
'SCOTT?' he yelled again.
No answers.
'DAD? MALIA? LYDIA? ANYONE?' Stiles screamed, terrified.
Only the fire could be heard.
Stiles stepped forward. Suddenly, figures jumped in front of him and pushed him to the pavement, with his face down.
One of them grabbed Stiles by the hair and lifted his head. Stiles could feel blood dripping from the figure's hand. Its hands were hot, as if they had been burned recently.
'OPEN YOUR EYES, STILES,' the figure that was grabbing his head yelled in a ghoulish, but somewhat familiar, voice.
Stiles opened his eyes. He was staring at a mirror shard on the sidewalk. In it, Stiles could see who, or what, was holding him.
Scott. A burnt Scott. Full of stab marks. Mirror cracks on his arms. Part of his face was crushed. His left arm seemed broken. He was missing some of his teeth. He was bleeding more than humanly, or werewolf-y possible.
And it only got worse. Behind burnt Scott, where Mason stood with a katana through his chest. Kira with a bleeding hole in her torso where her heart was supposed to be. Malia with claw marks on her arms and her face blown off. Lydia covered in gashes and cuts, with a broken neck. Liam was dripping wet, he was white as a cloud and trembling. His dad was bleeding from the hole in his head.
Scott pushed Stiles' face into the mirror. Stiles looked at his own face. His eyes were different. His face was pale, and he was grinning. He could see the flames shining on his own cold, dead eyes.
The reflection spoke. 'This is what we are ,Stiles, this is our future.'
'I'm not you.' Stiles closed his eyes.
Scott pushed Stiles' face into the mirror again. Stiles opened his eyes in pain. The reflection spoke once more. 'No, there's no "Void" anymore, there's no "Stiles". There's only Void Stiles now,' he cackled.
Stiles headbutted the shard until it broke to pieces, ignoring the pain and the blood on his forehead. Void's laugh became a chant, coming from every single crack.
Then it stopped.
Stiles heard Void saying 'rude.' behind him. Void kicked Stiles' face into the sidewalk.
Void knelt down and grabbed Stiles' face, forcing Stiles to look him in the eyes. 'We are one, Stiles, the sooner you accept, that the better,' he snarled.
Stiles spat on Void's face.
'Very well,' Void said cleaning the mixture of blood, spit and mirror fragments off his face. Void threw Stiles in the middle of the street. 'He is all yours,' Void laughed and disappeared in thin air.
All the figures, all of Stiles' friends, jumped at him the moment he hit the pavement and started to rip him apart. Piece by piece. He could feel his skin being clawed off, one of his eyeballs being ripped out of its socket. Stiles screamed as loudly as he could. The pain was unbearable.
Stiles could feel every inch of skin they clawed off him burning. He could feel the blood dripping off him. His bones being reduced to fragments.
They suddenly stopped and a woman, with blood on her head, stepped on Stiles. A woman he didn't recognize, wearing hospital patient clothes. She was holding a sword in her hand. She lifted it up, pointing the tip at Stiles' neck.
Stiles tried to protest, to move, but he couldn't. He just stared at her, breathing slowly, waiting for his demise. The woman pushed the blade on Stiles' neck with all her strength.
Stiles woke up jumping, moving his hand to his neck. He could still feel the blood, the broken bones, the burning on his skin and the sharp blade through his neck. Stiles looked around. He was in a massive white room, that resembled a parking lot, full of huge white columns with little lights on them. Stiles tried to get up but fell down. His legs were weak and trembling.
Stiles noticed something moving on the corner of his eye. A body, floating on the ground like it was water. Stiles used all his strength to get up and not fall again. He started to walk towards the body. Halfway through it, Stiles' feet started to get wet. The ground was liquid. Stiles kept walking, when he was next to the body, the "water" was up to his chest. Stiles turned the body around.
Allison's dead eyes stared at him. Stiles rapidly took his hand off her corpse. Scared. Cold sweating.
The moment Stiles took his hand off her, a bunch of corpses came from the "water". All of them floating, without a movement.
Stiles recognized some of doctors from the hospital, still waring their blood stained coats on. He recognized his dad. Theo. Mason.
Past all the bodies, Stiles saw the body of the woman that "killed him". He started to walk towards her.
Stiles started to feel hands pulling him back, voices whispering 'murderer' and 'killer' into his ear. The hands and voices of the dead. Stiles forced himself to keep walking without looking back.
The corpses stopped when Stiles got close to the woman, they made a circle around them and started to whisper a chant of 'demon' over and over again.
Stiles touched the woman. She suddenly jumped and grabbed his neck, choking him and pushing him underwater.
Stiles started to flail his arms and legs. Struggling to get out of her hold. Flashbacks rapidly went throught his head.
His mother and his father talking on the hospital roof. Stiles tried to grab the woman's arm but she pushed him deeper.
His mother calling him a killer. Stiles tried to grab the woman's shirt but she pushed him even deeper.
His mother attacking him. Stiles managed to impulse himself out of the water when his feet hit the solid ground underwater.
When Stiles breathed in for fresh air the flashbacks went by faster. All Stiles could make out of them was his father hugging him, saying 'Its okay! Its okay, son', and doctors crouched on the floor, looking down. The flashbacks stunned Stiles for some seconds, allowing the woman to push his face back underwater, this time appliying pressure on his arms and nape.
Stiles tried to impulse himself off the water again but the woman was holding him tighter this time. Stiles passed out after some minutes.
The scenes played again. Slower this time.
Stiles could see his mother attacking his younger self. Stiles saw his younger self throw his mother to the side, causing her to hit her head. Claudia fell on the floor numb and John went to call the doctors.
Little Stiles crawled towards his mom and started to shake her. 'Mom? MOM?' Little Stiles started to cry, he shook her harder 'MOM?'
Three doctors entered the roof, running towards Claudia. John ran towards Stiles and picked him up.
John hugged a crying Stiles. 'Its okay! Its okay, son,' Sheriff looked back at Claudia and started to cry, 'Your mother is fine, its all fine,' John kissed Stiles' forehead.
Stiles opened his eyes, gasping for air. Stiles realized he wasn't underwater anymore, he was on solid ground. 'I killed my mom...' Stiles thought to himself. Stiles started to remember when his father got drunk and called him a killer. Stiles remembered that in every memory that he had of his mother, to this point, she was happy. Stiles remembered the terrified look that she had on her face when she looked at him on the roof. Stiles remembered the woman that stabbed him and he realized that was his mother, his first kill.
Stiles fell to the ground on his knees, crying. When Stiles looked up, he noticed that a completely dark figure was moving towards him. Everything the figure walked past turned black, the lights blew up.
Stiles waited, still. He knew who it was.
Void walked up to Stiles. 'Did you like my little show?' he asked, grinning with those completely dark teeth.
'...why did you show me that?' Stiles asked in a faint voice, feeling numb.
'Oh, Stiles, I felt like you should see that,' Void laughed. 'I felt like you should know that you killed your mother and your father.'
Stiles lowered his head. 'Just kill me.'
'Oh, no, no, no. Stiles, Stiles, Stiles. I can't do that.' Void shrugged, 'I mean, I can, but where's the fun in that?' Void cackled.
Stiles started to sob, 'I don't want to kill Scott, please don't-'
'Don't bother trying to beg, Stiles. We both know it won't work,' Void said interrupting Stiles. 'Begging also doesn't seem like you.'
'I WATCHED MYSELF KILL MY MOTHER, YOU SON OF A BITCH!' Stiles yelled enraged.
'Thats more like you. Let it all out, Stiles.' Void smiled, 'It only makes me stronger.'
Stiles jumped at Void. Tired of him. Of his comments. Of all he had made Stiles do. The worst part is that Stiles was starting to enjoy it again, and both of them knew that.
Scott was waiting for the rest of the pack at his house. He needed to talk to everyone who was available.
He heard the doorbell and went to open the door.
Lydia and Malia stepped in.
'Where are Stiles, Liam and Mason?' Lydia asked looking around.
'They are not coming,' Scott answered. 'Stiles and Liam, they - they need some time off this,' Scott said with a dark expression. 'I also tried to contact Mason but he didn't answer. He probably needs to rest after yesterday.'
'What do you mean?' Malia asked, worried.
'Things happened yesterday. Lots of things. Bad things.' Scott lead them to the couch after closing the door.
'What happened, Scott?' Malia was concerned now.
'I also have some things to talk about,' Lydia said raising her hand. 'After Scott finishes.'
'Let's sit down then. we have a lot to talk about.' Scott's expression was still dark.
A car pulled over at the police station. A woman with dark hair, black clothes and sunglasses stepped out of it and entered the station.
'Can I help you, ma'am?' the receptionist asked.
'Yes,' she smiled and removed her glasses. 'I'm looking for Malia Tate? I think you can help me find her.'