Scott drove way too fast to get to the vet clinic. He pulled his helmet off and placed it on his bike before he headed to the back door of the clinic, but from his bike he saw that it was already open. This was weird cause Deaton never left it open.

"Deaton!" Scott called out as he entered the clinic. There was no answer. Again, he called out, "Deaton!" still no answer. All the lights were out, which would have made moving around very hard for a human. As Scott scanned the room he caught a glimpse of a foot. As he panned up the shadow like Oni began swinging, his sword seemingly materialize out of nowhere. Scott was barely able to dodge the first swing let alone the ten that followed. Items all around the room broke with each miss of the Oni's blade. Scott was on the retreat, at least till he found the light switch. With a great roar Scott's wolf side came out with a blaze. He charged at the Oni, swing wildly with his razor-sharp claws. The Oni was just as fast as Scott. It dodged the attacks, but Scott landed a strong kick to its abdomen sending the Oni crashing into the wall, it's sword flying cross the room. Scott charged forwards again with a great roar. The two traded blows till Scott's claw went through black smoke. The Oni had turned to smoke and fled. Scott searched around with his guard fully up. Right outside the doorway of the backroom Scott noticed Deaton lying on the floor.

"Deaton!" Scott shouted as he raced to his side. He knelt to check to see if he was alive. He let out a huge sigh of relief when he found a pulse. The lights suddenly went off again.

"Who's there?" Scott called out. He went right back into fight mode. He peered out of the doorway and into the darkness slowly.

"Who's there?" Scott again asked. A weird swishing sound pulled Scott's attention to the right, then the left.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Scott let out an agonizing sound as pain shot through his body like bolts of lighting. The pain only got worse as something strong pushed its way into him. Scott could hear the gushing of his blood pouring out of his body as the weapon pushed farther into him

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Scott screamed as the weapon ripped through his back and pierced the wall. For Scott the attack felt like it was minutes, but in reality was only seconds. Scott felt the pressure on the weapon release and the lights came back on seconds later. Every breath or movement was complete agony.

"Oh I really like this picture," a too familiar voice said. Scott slowly raised his head fighting through all the pain. Scott didn't know what shocked him more, the sword hanging out of his body, or the fact that Stiles was the one who put it there. Scott couldn't even say a word as he watched his best friend in the entire world taking pictures of him hanging from the wall like an animal.

"Stiles…. Why" Scott said in a gasping whisper. Stiles put his phone on the vet exam table.

"You want to know why? Well isn't that hilarious. I mean come on, I told Derek game on; do you people not talk to each other.

"Who are you?" Scott asked in a breathless whisper.

"I'm Stiles," he said with sick smile as he began to twist and move the sword up and down in Scott's belly. Scott screams seemed to make Stiles smile more. The second Stiles released the sword Scott gasped for air.

"Please stop...Stiles…Please," Scott begged.

"Are you crying?" Stiles asked grabbing Scott's chin to stare into his eyes. "Oh this is even better than I thought. Anger began to build in Scott and the healing process was kicking in so he knew this was his time to move. The sword was more positioned towards the left and through his belly and first rib. Scott thought he could get off the sword and be able to subdue phony Stiles.

"Bad little dog," Stiles pushed the sword into him, then pulling it out just slightly focused Scott to scream.

"No trying to run away little wolf. We've only just begun to play," Stiles ran the flat side of a scalpel across Scott's face. He slowly began to move the blade down his neck and around his chest.

"Mmmm, now this is hot," Stiles, whispered in Scott's ear as he ran his tongue across his ear lobe.

"Stop," Scott whimpered.

"No" Stiles answered swinging the blade at Scott's chest. Scott's body spasmed in pain, but it caused Scott eyes to turn a fiery red.

"No changing for you," Stiles said moving the sword up in Scott's body quickly. Scott's eyes returned to their normal hazel brown color. As Scott groaned in pain Stiles went over to the vet supply cabinet a few feet away. He was searching for something in the draws. He finally turned around quickly with a small vial.

"Oh Scott I have big plans for you," Stiles said as he put the scalpel into the jar and twirled it around.

"Want to know what this is?" Stiles said grabbing hold of Scott's chin, which forced Scott to look right into his eyes as he talked.

"It's wolfsbane," He said taking a step back and swiping across Scott's chest over and over again. Scott's screams only seemed to fuel Stiles and cause him to increase his speed. When he finally stopped Scott's tee shirt was shredded; blood soaked through the remaining pieces of the shirt. The pain was agonizing already but now the wolfsbane made it even worse.

"I think we can have some real fun now," Stiles pulled at Scott's tee shirt till it ripped in his hands. The movement made Scott scream as the blade of the sword dug into his body. Stiles began to run his hand down the newly exposed flesh.

"Mhmm, very nice," Stiles said as ran down Scott's stomach and toward his groin. Stiles placed the blade in the wall so close to Scott's head.

"Stop it! Who ever you are," Scott screamed fighting though all the pain to get the words out with a strong conviction. It didn't stop Stiles from continuing to touch Scott's bloody chest.

"Why, you seem to be enjoying it," Stiles seductively whispered into his ear. Scott had started to become aroused and this only made the ferocity of the rubbing speed up. He pulled off Scott's belt and threw it across the room.

"I can't wait to see what the mighty alpha is packing," Stiles winked as he slowly undid the button and pulled the zipper of Scott's jeans down. Scott tried to fight, but the sword was dug too deep in and the pain from the wolfsbane made him almost helpless.

"Don't fight Scott, you know you always imagined this. Plus you'll love it," Stiles said as he started to pull down Scott's pants.

"Fuck you," Scott said. Stiles gasped as a syringe plunged into his neck.

"Took you long enough," Scott smiled as Deaton brought Stiles to the floor

"Sorry, had to wait for the right moment," Deaton continued, " This is going to hurt,"

"Ahhhhhh!" Scott screamed as Deaton pulled the sword from Scott's stomach.

"You should start to heal," Deaton tossed the sword on the exam table.

"Fuck, that hurt," Scott bellowed gripping the wall for support as he buttoned and zipped his jeans.

"What did you give him," Scott asked as he looked down at an unconscious Stiles.

"Ketamine, it's an anesthesia. We have at most an hour before I have to give him another dose," Deaton said as he gathered more vials from the supply cabinet. "How are you? Let me look," Deaton motioned for Scott to come towards him.

"I'm fine. I can feel the healing process taking effect," Scott said moving his hand to show healing cuts on his chest.

"Take some of this, " Deaton handed Scott a vial of white-greenish powdered. "Put a little on your tongue it will help with the healing," Scott did as Deaton told him.

"I'll get my car and bring it around back so we can move Stiles," Deaton smiled as he left through the backroom. As Scott waited he pulled the red hoodie off Stiles and put it on. He stood there looking at Stiles's unconscious body; the only sign of life was the slight movement of his chest. Two beeps alerted Scott to Deaton's arrival in the back parking lot. Scott picked up Stiles and carried him outside.

"Do you need help?" Deaton asked as he came around the side of the car.

"Just get the door," Scott held Stiles in his arms. Scott cradled Stiles' head as he lied him down on the leather seat

"Do you know what's wrong with him?" Scott asked when Deaton sat down in the drivers seat.

"Yes, I do. Well talk about this when we get to your house. Tell everyone to meet there," Deaton asked. Scott didn't waste a second and began to text everyone to come to his house. For the rest of the ride home Scott tried to get into Stiles's phone, but his normal password didn't work. Scott thought to himself that he would do anything to save his friend, because the thing that attacked him wasn't his friend. He knew that now because he didn't believe Derek before.

… …..

Scott and Deaton arrived at Scott's house before everyone; well except Derek, who was still inside.

"You found him," Derek jumped up from the couch when he saw Scott carrying Stiles. Scott put Stiles on the couch sitting upwards.

"We're going to have to tie him up," Deaton said.

"Tie him up?" Derek asked

"Short story: Stiles is possessed or something," Scott answered. Still Derek looked confused.

"Never mind we can use this," Deaton pulled out a small clear vile.

"What's that?" Derek asked.

"I'm going to kill all of you," Stiles in a low voice interrupted Deaton before he could answer.

"It's Kanima toxin," responded Deaton as he opened Stiles mouth.

"Hold him down," Deaton yelled as Stiles began to fight. After a few drops of the toxin into his mouth Stiles went limp.

"What the fuck did you do?" Lydia yelled running over to them.

"He's fine Lydia", Deaton tried to calm her down. Finally everyone but Isaac had arrived

"Lets go inside" Deaton glanced towards the kitchen.

"Ok, so let me explain. Scott you are right, Stiles is possessed. From what I've gathered it's a dark spirit called a Nogitsune-" Scott interrupted.

"How do we get rid of it?" He asked.

"I don't know. The doorway you guys opened by dying, plus Stiles medical condition made him an easy target for it to take over," Deaton said.

"There has to be something we can do!" Lydia pinned her hair as she took a seat on the McCall couch.

"I just don't know," Deaton answered.

"My father was talking to a witch. I think he's trying to get them to help us," Alison said.

"We can't deal with witches," Aiden shouted. " They'll kill us," he continued.

"I agree with him Scott. This Coven isn't to be trusted to help us save Stiles, and even if they do; magic comes at a high price," Deaton took a seat

"I don't care! I am going to save my friend at any cost," Scott slammed his fist hard against the table.

"I have a few more contacts to try before we have exhausted every option," Deaton said getting up from the table. "I'll be back as soon as I can,"

"Scott," A female voice called from the living room. It was Melissa McCall.

"Mom," Scott entered the living room with the rest of the pack following suit.

"What's going on here? Stiles is burning up and can't move or talk", She asked as she checked on him.

"He's fine mom, I'll explain," Scott told his mother what was happening to Stiles, she was silent the entire time.

"Say something mom," Scott looked concerned as he clasped at his mothers hand.

"I don't know what to say, Stiles needs a hospital, but if this is supernatural I don't know what to do" she answered back. "I'll get him a wet compress, he's burning up". She said nervously, as if desperate to leave the room

"Ok, we have to get on this, Alison you go talk with your father again, see if he got them to help. Get as much info you can on these witches. I feel that they are going to be our only option. Everyone else can go home and get some rest. We are going to need it." Soon Alison headed out. Both Aiden and Ethan were next to leave.

"Both of you staying?" Scott asked Lydia and Derek; they nodded in agreement. Ms. McCall by than had come back into the room and sat next to Stiles. She placed a wet paper towel on his head.

"Thanks, bitch," Stiles said in a muffle tone. Ms. McCall was shocked by not only the way Stiles talked to her, but also by the dark sinister look in his eyes. What she didn't know was that the Kanima toxin had begun to wear off.

"Stiles's this isn't you, honey. Scott's going to help you," she said continuing to rub his head with the wet compress.

"You should worry about yourself," He said. "What would Scotty think about his holy mother if he knew the real reason his daddy left him," Melissa's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, you didn't know Melissa? Stiles heard you talking to his father that night. I…knooooow your secrets Melissa," Stiles glared straight into her eyes. Melissa didn't say a thing, but his words cut her deeply and tears streamed down her face. She raced off when Scott, Lydia and Derek came back into the room.

"Mom what's wrong," Scott called as he went after her.

"Looks like it was something I said," A dark eerie smile came over Stiles' face

"Shut up!" Derek yelled as he grabbed the roll of duct tape on the coffee table.

"Oh I like," Stiles winked as Derek slapped a piece of tape over his mouth.

"What happened?" Lydia asked when Scott got back into the room.

"I don't know," He answered.

"What did you say to her?" Scott said getting in Stiles's face. "What did you say?" He asked again this time ripping the tape off Stiles's face.

"What did you do to my mother?" Scott demanded again, this time grabbing Stiles hard. His anger was getting the best of him.

"Scott, relax," Lydia, said grabbing hold of Scott's arm. Scott released Stiles, who began to laugh.

"What's so damn funny?" Derek butted in, ripping off the tape off his mouth.

"All of you are just so pathetic that it makes me laugh," Stiles answered still smiling. "Honestly, you are all just are so weak, but I do have to agree with Stiles, Lydia, you are just delicious. I bet you moan like a slut". Lydia turned away she couldn't even look at Stiles when he talked this way.

"I bet Jackson and Aiden didn't even get you off. Stiles' never had the balls to just bend you over and give you what you want. I might let him watch as I enjoy you," He winked. Derek grabbed him by the face and pushed him hard against the couch.

"Oh, someone jealous," Stiles said muffled by Derek's hand scrunching his face.

"What did you say to my mother? I'm not going to ask you again," Scott calmly but with a strong demeanor as he interrupted Derek before he could say anything.

"Oh finally those werewolf balls come out," He smiled and rolled his neck and sighed.

"You seriously don't know how a game works do you Scott? What I told your mother is for me to know and you to find out when I'm damn well ready".

"Tell me!" Scott screamed, as his eyes shifted red. The stress of seeing his friend like this frizzled Scott's emotions.

"I'll give you a hint. Ask you father for the truth. That's all you're getting," Scott turned away from him confused by this clue. What would his father know about what Stiles had said to his mother?

"Scott, can we talk inside?" Lydia asked. "Sure," He answered.

"With everything going on with Stiles I forgot to tell you earlier, but Sheriff Stilinski said that he thinks he has a supernatural case, and he would like to needed to run it past you or Derek. It seemed really bad, I mean like multiple murders bad".

"I am sure Derek would know more about this than me," Scott answered.

"Derek?" Scott called out.

"Yeah, I heard. I'll go check," He said ducking back into the room for a second. The McCall house was so silent that it was eerie. A knock at the door sent Scott to high alert.

"Relax Scott, its probably Deaton," Lydia smiled. When Scott opened the door it revealed Isaac once again standing on his doorstep soaking wet.

"Are you Ok, Isaac? Come in," Scott held the door open for him. Isaac didn't say a word; nor would even look up at Scott as he came in. He stopped before reaching the living room and turned back towards Scott. The soaking wet teenager slowly raised his head and for the first time since entering the house looked towards his Alpha. They looked right into each other's eyes. Isaac's eyes were red and still filled with tears just waiting to stream down his face.

"I'm sorry", Isaac grabbed hold of him for a hug. As Isaac held him, he began to cry and just repeat how sorry he was.

"Isaac you're wet," was all that Scott said as his hands pried Isaac off of him.

"Sorry," he repeated again. "I'll go change," A small smile came across Isaac's face as he turned away from Scott and heading up the stairs.

"Is he ok," Lydia asked when Scott entered the room.

"I don't know," Scott answered. Lydia's made a disapproving face."Um, maybe you should be a leader and check on him," Scott didn't say a word cause he knew Lydia was right. Scott went to talk with Isaac.

"So it's just us now?" Stiles said winking

"Shut up!" Lydia demanded re-sticking the duct tape over his mouth. Lydia could hear muffled laughter coming from Stiles. Lydia couldn't help but continue to stare at him. Finally the laughter stopped and tears started streaming from Stiles's face.

"Stiles is that you," Lydia asked. Stiles nodded yes. She pulled the tape off as gently as possible. She wiped the tears from his face, while taking a seat next to him.

"Everything is going to be ok Stiles, we are going to protect you," She said rubbing his face.

"Then who's going to protect you," He answered spinning around on top of her, his hand pressed hard against her mouth muffling any calls for help.

"Did you know Stiles dreamt of this? I think it be fun to let him watch as I enjoy you, then kill you with his own hands. He should give up quite easily after that, and then we can enjoy our game full time," He said running his free hand through Lydia's hair. A surge of wind blasted into the house, glass exploded out of the living room window. Stiles flew off Lydia and through the coffee table. Lydia jumped up, eye looking around everywhere, but couldn't find a soul. Stiles was out cold as he laid in the remains of the coffee table.