A/N: Sorry to tell you guys, but this chapter is short because it is an epilogue of sorts... Yes. This is the last chapter. That's why it took so long; I was working on Part 2 a bit. :) I promise I will put part 2 up as soon as possible. This is not a standalone fic, so I apologize in advance for any sort of... unfullfillment you experience. BUT I PROMISE THiS iS NOt the eND. I just thought it was a good spot to end this fic.
I also apologize in advance for any mistakes. I haven't even reread it myself to correct any mistakes since it's late where I am right now. I'll go through and correct any flaws tomorrow. But as for now... Well, I couldn't wait to post it since it's been a while. Sorry about that, btw. :(
Anyways, here it is. :)
WARNINGS: DARK OVERALL ATMOSPHERE
important note: Ish. I recommend listening to the following song on Youtube if you want the feels. ;) /watch?v=RWtx0AvGAlw
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Chapter 8
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Lucidity reaches through the cotton in his head to scoop the liquid out of his lungs, expelling it onto the smooth floor beneath him until his spine is arching from the strain. Through tear-smeared vision, he sees red. All he can see is red. And it's coming from him. It's coming from the hands planted below his face - his hands.
He killed them. He killed them all. Without so much as a flinch. Scott, Melissa, his - oh God, his dad. Did he... oh God, he... he ate... No, no, no, no, no...The fog continues to fill his brain, accompanied by a blessed numbness that Stiles can't bring himself to resist. He feels himself listing, the air carrying him away, burying him, drowning him... drowning... drowning...
Just as he begins to feel safe again, an iron grip constricts around his throat and he's being lifted, carried, but not in the same way as before. It's a heavy floating, his body dangling like a rag-doll from the fingers curled around his neck.
The sudden lack of oxygen and sting of pain brings him a flash of clarity, enough to see cinnamon colored eyes boring into him, dark hair spiked in various directions, thin lips stretched into a calm yet unnerving smile. Before he can even process the too-familiar face in front of him, the lips start moving, slow and fast at the same time, but Stiles can't hear a sound, everything muffled behind static and a repetitive thumping. With numb hands, he claws at the vice cutting off his air supply with weak desperation that makes the thumping increase in speed, the fog returning faster with each second he can't take a full breath.
It doesn't take long before his fingers rebel against his brain's command, vision blurring, muscles slacking as his lungs continue to spasm.
He sees the dots of blue just as the hand releases him, dropping him into a heap on the floor. He lands in something wet and warm - too warm. Uncomfortably warm. And sticky. He starts to get up, or tries to, but his body refuses to move, refuses to even suck in desperate gulps of air as he would like to, instead deciding to just lay there. Even through the fog, he finds he's thankful he landed on his right side instead of his left. Small blessings. Not that'd he'd feel much pain from landing on his broken arm anyway. He can't feel much of anything right now.
He just wants to sleep, go back to where he can't think, can't do anything except rest. But despite his bone-deep exhaustion, he can't even force his eyelids shut. It's like the connection between his mind and his body has been severed, no longer connected, no longer carrying the right messages to the right locations...
It doesn't bother him too much, actually. He has the burden of his thoughts for company, but the fog is still too thick for him to register much else. If he thinks hard enough, he knows his eyes are still open, but he doesn't really know if he's seeing anything or not. Maybe someone just... turned all the lights off or... something... It doesn't bother him much either. He finds that nothing really bothers him at the moment anymore. It doesn't quite feel right, but it feels good. He feels weightless. As if gravity has even lifted itself from his shoulders.
Just one thing missing: sleep. But he can't complain. Maybe if he lays here long enough, he'll just fall asleep...
But of course something else has to interrupt him. He's not as surprised as he thought he'd be. But he wasn't really expecting life to be so merciful as to give him a moment of peace in the first place. He was just... hoping. So when rough hands roll him onto his back, a tinge of exasperation sparks in his chest, but again, his body refuses to express said emotion.
The two blue dots fade to dull green, bright amidst the blurs of dark everywhere else. He wants to see what they are, why they're with him, but he wants sleep more. He wants the numbness more than anything right now. The pull is too strong, so strong and he just wants to sleep. He just wants a break, dammit. He just wants a rest. So much he could scream until his vocal cords are shredded, so much he could cry until he's dried into a raisin. He just wants to stop. To stop everything, to stop the pain. To stop the loss. He can't take... he can't. But then again, he doesn't really have anyone else to lose anymore, does he? He just wants to stop feeling the empty hole in his chest. He just wants it to leave, even for a moment. To stop thinking about everyone he's... To stop thinking about anything. To stop feeling. To just stop being for a sec and just... He just wants to stop.
So he does. And the orbs of green fade to black.
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A/N: Here's the thing, I was listening to Sigur Ros - Dauoalogn and got all emotional while writing this and I got a bit carried away. But I think it's a good song to listen to while reading this. That's why the link is in the first author's note. :)
I'm so sorry for ending it this way, but I just thought it was a good closing for such a depressing fic as this. But as I said before, this is NOT the end and Part 2 will be out as soon as I can put it up. It won't be like the long break after the mid-season finale that's coming... and now I'm sad about that as well...
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this pile of words I've conjured up and I hope you'll leave your final thoughts, your final review, your summed up feelings about it all in a comment/review. :) I really love you all and apologize for any pain I may or may not have caused.
EDIT: HERE IS PART 2: s/11466757/1/Light-in-Your-Eyes-Casting-Shadows-in-Your-Soul
