…so you guys…I wasn't expecting that on Monday…I am heartbroken, I am crushed…and I have no idea what to expect for the finale. I am…distraught. Idk bout you guys, but I am so sad that Allison died. If you aren't sad, that's fine too. Either way, Teen Wolf will never be the same without Allison. Enough of that, let me give you chapter 11 before all of my feels pour out….this fandom needs a group hug…just saying…
Song: I made it by Dead by April
Chapter 11: The Darkness Burns like Fire
Lydia's POV:
Scott had his claws etched out, Peter gripping his wrist tightly. Ethan and Aiden were holding down Stiles upper body while Isaac and Derek restrained the legs. The straps were still on Stiles, but Peter said that they had to hold down Stiles additionally. Deaton stood on the other side of Peter, begrudgingly approving of Peters' ancient methods.
Allison, Kira, and Melissa were all waiting in the back corner of the room with me, eyes wide at the scene that was before us. My gaze locked onto Stiles, looking to see if there was any strain on his face. For the most part, he seemed at peace, but I wasn't sure. I closed my eyes and concentrated on our bond, picturing his soft lips on mine to trigger our connection.
Once again, my mind reached the door to his subconscious, but was immediately thrown out snapping me back to reality. All of this waiting was driving me crazy, and I just wanted this mess to be over. But I cringed at the idea of it being painful.
"The idea is simple." Peter said meeting all of our stares. "Scott will call out to Stiles and lure him to his body, in the process, removing the nogitsune from within."
"If it's that simple-"
"It's not Scott." Deaton said quickly interrupting Scott. I looked to Deaton who wore a look of remembrance. "I am a bit ashamed that I didn't think of this sooner. The thought slipped my mind since it is a rarity. An extreme rarity-"
"What do you mean?" Derek said growing frustrated. Deaton sighed apologetically.
"As a true alpha, Scott has the ability to perform special abilities. With his power, he can call out to Stiles, and drive the nogitsune out with his roar."
"Like a werewolf exorcism?" Isaac asked bewildered.
"Basically." Deaton said with a shrug. "But this tactic is extremely dangerous. Although you will be calling out to Stiles, I doubt the nogitsune will let you win. This struggle over control will be long and extremely painful. Scott, you must not let the nogitsune get through. If he does, then…"
Deaton paused, struggling to grasp the words. He put his head down, shaking it against his will. I held my breath not knowing what this meant, but I feared the worst.
"Stiles will be lost forever." Deaton said brokenly. I gasped as did everybody else in the room. Melissa had to turn to Allison and Kira to console her s tears escaped her eyes. I stood in shock, glaring at Peter who wore a smug look on his face.
"If that ends up being the case…"Deaton then turned to Derek who simply nodded.
"You're going to kill Stiles if this doesn't work!" Scott screamed, half roaring in anger, half in fear.
"I told you it was going to be a long shot." Deaton said in defense. "But we have no other way to free Stiles. It is either this or death. And Scott." Scott looked at Deaton desperately. The Veterinarian looked at him sternly.
"If we don't try something, Stiles will continue to suffer. And that is a fate worse than death."
Scott nodded slowly after processing his words. Deaton then backed away to let Peter guide Scott's claws to the underneath of Stiles head. Scott paused, not piercing the skin. I released a high pitched gasp at the sight of his claws resting on Stiles' skin. Scott looked up to me, terrified about this action. I forced out as much confidence as I could, but it disappeared as my face fell in despair. I inhaled shakily as the words flowed out of my lips.
"Please bring him back to me." I pleaded softly. Scott gritted his teeth then nodded slowly. His features of fear transformed into determination, one I that was fused with anger. Scott gave a quick nod notitioning to Peter that he was ready.
"Good luck." Peter said lightly as he forced Scott's claws into Stiles neck.
Scott's POV:
The room began to shake and I struggled to grasp onto where I was. After a mere second of an electric shock of pain, my eyes shot open when I appeared in a white room. The lights were bright, and I had to shield them at first until my eyes readjusted.
After I regained my focus, I whipped my head around looking for Stiles, but no one was in the room.
"Stiles!" I screamed causing the room to echo. I grew frantic, searching for my brother when an old, wooden door appeared in front of me. I cautiously moved towards it, examining it carefully. I forced myself to grip the handle and swing the door open, when I did, my body surged forward and I fell into the darkness. My body kept falling, and I flailed my arms and legs trying to regain control.
My feet touched the floor and I swiftly landed, eyes blaring red. I searched through the darkness looking for any sign of Stiles when I saw it. In the far off distance, I saw a body, lying on the floor. A small puddle of blood surrounded it and my heart dropped. I recognized that physic instantly and I sprinted towards him. My footsteps echoed in the darkness, and I saw him shake. I can sense his fear as I grew nearer, his soft whimpers escaping his mouth. I slid on my knees reaching his head. My arms grabbed his shoulders and he began to scream at me.
"No stop! Please!" He cried, his voice cracking at every word. I rolled him over on his back and gripped his shoulders, urging him to look at me.
"It's me!" I cried once. His eyes shot open and I sighed in relief. His golden brown eyes that were glossy with tears, widened taking in my presence. He let out a shaky breath when he realized I was real, tears finally escaping his eyes.
"Scott!" He cried reaching for me through the darkness. I immediately pulled him to me, gripping him tightly, letting out my own tears.
"Stiles." I whimpered, holding my brother close. We stayed like this for a brief second, until I regretfully pulled out of our hold. "We need to get you out of here." I said quickly. "If you come with me, the nogitsune will disappear."
Stiles nodded quickly, rising to his feet when he crashed to the ground. I was confused only until I heard the sound of metal crashing to the ground, and I realized that his wrists and ankles were bound to the floor. Stiles grunted in a panicked tone, pulling at the chains that wouldn't give.
"Hold on." I assured as I hastily pried the chains off of his wrists and ankles. Once they were broken, I pulled Stiles to his feet and we bursted into a sprint towards the light from the white room that I was previously in.
"Hurry!" I panted to Stiles who was only inches behind me. Our heavy breaths and footsteps were the only things echoing in the eerie silence. We were only a few feet away from the white room when a loud roar erupted from all around us, causing us to both slow down.
"It's here." Stiles whispered in fear. The floor began to shake, snapping us out of our daze. My legs burned, but I kept moving forward. The ground beneath us began to fill with a thick liquid substance. My feet rose with it, not going under the water, just hovering over it.
"Scott!" I whipped my body around to see that Stiles wasn't doing the same, his body now half submerged in the substance. I grew frantic as I threw myself to my knees, attempting to pull him out. The liquid was too thick and I couldn't pull him out.
Stiles' breaths came faster as he started to panic, his hand gripping mine as I did the same, trying to pull him to me. The water was up to his neck and tears were streaming down both of our faces. I kept trying to pull, refusing to let go.
"Scott!" Stiles screamed again when the water reached his neck.
"Stiles don't let go!" I screamed, burning my throat. "Don't you dare let go!"
"Scott I can't!" Stiles cried out meeting my eyes. "Scott!"
Stiles' body was then submerged under the surface and I began to scream trying to pull him up. I heard the nogitsunes menacing laugh echo the room and I growled in the air.
Below the surface, Stiles screamed and I did to. His grip on my hand loosened and I began to sob, screaming at Stiles below me.
"Stiles don't! Keep holding on! Don't let go of me please!"
Stiles closed his eyes as the water finally rose up past his wrist. It didn't prior due to my death grip, but now Stiles let go. I couldn't stop it. The water kept rising and our hands no longer touched. I screamed as Stiles sank to the dark bottom. I screamed banging on the watery surface, pleading for him to come back. I roared when I could no longer see him.
"STILES!"
I KNOW IT'S SHORT, BUT I HAVE MIDTERMS. Sadly they won't be long because of this but don't panic, I'll update soon.
And about Allison…I don't know how much you guys liked or disliked her character, but I just need to say this. I am going to miss her because I felt so attached to who she was and what she believed. Take away the supernatural elements, Allison is like me, I teenage girl who had to go through some messed up crap that broke her down hard, even though she did her best to hide her pain with a smile. I did that too, so I connected with her character, and that's why I am upset that she died.
Thank you all for following my story. PLEASE REVIEW OR IF YOU HAVE AN OPINION ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN INSATIABLE, FEEL FREE TO WRITE YOUR THOUGHTS. I am not one to judge others' viewpoints (I consider myself to be an open person.) Have a great rest of the week and Rest in Paradise Allison Argent.
A hero has fallen, but an Angel has risen