The phone dropped from Melissa McCall's hand with a cluttering echo in the one deserted floor in the hospital; the one that was under renovations. It had chosen wisely, while the group had been conjuring up a plan, it had conjured one as well; and it had succeeded, the nurse was standing inches from him, her hands harshly held with his once they'd once again been free. It was amused, it was taunting, it had taken much less time than it thought for the woman to wake up, and hell if it didn't take advantage of the fact. "Really, Melissa?" It had whispered in her ear after she'd opened her eyes. "I would have thought having a werewolf for a son would make you a little bit more cautious, yet…" It had scoffed, ignoring the manner with which she attempted to break free from his tight hold. "…I shed one tear, and that's all it takes for you to think I'm just some victim here to see you?" It had laughed, it had tsk'd, it had enjoyed mocking the woman for a few moments before commanding her to call her son with the dreadful news. "What would Scott think?" It had mocked. "You trusting so quickly even though logic tells you otherwise?" It sounded amused with Stiles' broken tones, a release of an amused breath had only made the hairs on the nurse's arms stand on end. "You should be more careful." It had chanted, and it had enjoyed it so much that, within any silence, it basked on the pain and fear it had brought upon her; it had threatened her, because she was not any more stupid than the rest of the pack seemed to be, they were all a bunch of annoying smart-heads to the intruder, nothing but a nuisance it had to be more clever to defeat; she had attempted to escape, so it had had to threaten her, her son, everything she held dear, and relaxed on the reality in which it didn't need to truly use corporal violence to get the woman to stop attempting to break free.

That had just been an extra pang of fun for the demon within.

It was why, now, she trembled, the near lack of illumination and the fear she felt within were enough to make her cold to the core; his hold on her hands had been forced to return as soon as the phone had been dropped, and her breath escaped through her lips in short panted airs that only sent a further dread throughout her being. Every fibre, the spot of flesh his hands tightened around, it all felt cold under his hold. "This isn't you, Stiles." She told him, whispering the words within a breath as she foolishly moved her whole body in attempts to free herself from a grip that only lightened the more; by now, the cold in her hands was due to the lack of circulation within them.

But, of course, the intruder laughed a breath right beside her ear. "Oh, it is now." He said, with the terrifying amusement serving a soft echo of a reminder than everything seemed to be upside down. He had confessed to every horror she had accused him of, he had hurt her enough, he had just seemed to have thrown away any possible sign of recognition that would make the boy have any personal resemblance to her son's best friend, he had—

The thudding sound of the doors many feet away opening broke both criminal and victim off from their sickeningly synced reveries. "Stiles, let her go!" Came the sound of Scott's voice only seconds after the thundering noise that accompanied his one set of steps as they ran in their direction, stopping only when the boy's hand lifted away from the hold on her hands to wrap threateningly around the nurse's throat.

The deep dark shade of the blackened orbs adorned Stiles' gaze, only making that smirk across his lips the more terrifying; it chuckled with his voice, it moved with his limbs, and it watched the fear and awareness travel within the alpha's eyes with every passing moment. "Oops." It said within the scoffed breath of amusement. "Stiles isn't available at the moment." It mocked with a twisted grin, taking only one step forward while pushing the body of the nurse with his own movements. "Would you like to leave a message?" With a flinch of his arms to pull her closer, Melissa gasped.

Scott's hand shot upward, the tone of the voice he usually recognized, so rough and broken, twisted with the amusement that sickened the alpha, made a crease appear in the middle of his forehead. "Let her go." He repeated, stubbornly "I'm here." He stated. "Alone, just like you asked. So let her go."

He wasn't at all surprised when Stiles' head started shaking, the deep dark of his orbs fading away with the gentle waves of breathed amusement that escaped through his lips uncharacteristically. "You can't tell me you truly expected it to be that easy." He taunted the alpha without a pause, relishing the beat of Melissa's heart on the tightening grip on her throat. "Come on, I was starting to be impressed with just how smart you bunch of kids seemed to be." He admitted, tsking in the same feigned disappointed manner as he had done for Melissa alone before, even as she released a frightened breath against his touch.

Scott couldn't feign being surprised, because he was not a child, he had stopped being one when the life of others started becoming something he needed to save; he hadn't exactly expected for things to be easy, he had only hoped for them to be. "What do you want?" He asked, instead of forcing himself to reply at all to the taunting the thing inside his friend seemed to enjoy using loosely and only made Scott worry that much more. "Why call me here on my own if you're just going to go back on your word?"

Stiles' head shook, his lids blinking in flutters for a short moment as his hold on Melissa's frame tightened even more. "There's no need to be so dramatic, Scott, I never said I'd let her go." He said, with a rather amused smile across his lips; something that only made the wolf in front of him frown deeper. "I said, 'come here alone, or I'll kill her'." Stiles' head bobbed in a slow nod, mocking Scott with the slowness with which he spoke, drawing his words out as if he were talking to someone who wasn't very bright. "As you see, there's no mention of ever letting her go, is there?"

Scott's hands remained at his sides, his eyes flicking from Stiles to his mom, whose eyes remained closed with the terror that invaded her forehead as she remained pressed against Stiles front, unable to move without making the trap that his hand had become on her neck tighten. "What do you want?" He simply repeated, his eyes lifting to return to Stiles' familiar amber hues that made the whole situation all the much worse; at least with the black depth from before, he could see the evil that had taken over his best friend, but with that darkness gone it was almost hard to remember that the boy who held his mother so strongly wasn't actually Stiles, even if he would put his hands on fire to vouch on the fact that Stiles would never do such things on his own.

Another minute reverie broken by the breath of a scoff escaping the boy's nose with a flare of his nostrils. "Alright, fine, fine." Though his hold remained with one hand, with the other he reached inside his pocket to retrieve a shiny scalpel that only made Scott attempt to take a step forward in its direction once again, only to abruptly stop due to the swiftness with which the demon moved Stiles' frame until the sharp end of the scalpel rested threateningly at Melissa's side. "Careful, wolf, we're playing by my rules here." He warned, taking a step closer to Scott, enough to confuse the alpha into a heavy frown and the depth of an aware stance. "This little thing is not for me to use." Stiles said, moving the scalpel away from Melissa's side to wiggle it a couple of times in the air. "If you were patient you would have learnt that a couple of minutes earlier."

Scott's anger was growing, his hands had balled into fists and the image of his mother so helplessly attempting not to move too harshly to avoid being hurt was hurting him more than he thought possible. "What do you want?!" He had to asked again, louder, breathing as calmly as he could in order to keep his wolf at bay.

The smile across Stiles' lips remained, but the amusement that adorned it shone brighter before he replied. "I want to play a game." He admitted, not bothering to move any closer or further before lowering the hand that held the scalpel and flicking it in Scott's direction, in order to toss the small object at the floor before the alpha and jerking Melissa to the side, without letting her throat go, so that his torso became exposed for the wolf in front of him. "It's something I came up with ages ago called 'kill, or I kill you and everyone you love' starting with mommy dearest here." He smiled, motioning with his free hand to Melissa, whose hands had lifted in attempts to stop his own from squeezing any harder. "Your friend, Stiles, he is rather familiar with the game." He said, looking at Scott once again with that unmoving grin adorning his features in amusement. "But I'm going to make it even more fun for you, because, you see, your friend is special. And I want him to have fun too."

Scott's eyes had fallen to the scalpel on the ground before him from the moment he had spoken of killing; it looked disgusting to him, threatening, but not to him, not really. "You see..." The demon continued, finally making Scott's eyes lift from the shiny object resting inches away from him. "...in this game, you either stick that thing here..."—he pointed and tapped with the pad of his finger right against his own chest—"...or I am going to kill you, your mom and every single person you've ever held dear."

Scott was not even going to consider it, he didn't need to; he knew he didn't; he was saving everyone, or he was going to die trying. Besides... "You will kill me and everyone I love even if I agree to that sick game." He stated, his head shaking once in disagreement as his feet took him backwards one step; using the demon's momentary amused and sardonic laughter as an opportunity.

"Well, there is nothing I would like more than to do that, I'll give you that." A rougher tone of Stiles' voice said, breathing slowly and finding the nurse's struggling amusing alike everything else. "But this is my game." It said. "So make your choice."

Scott's entire body froze, eyes flickering from the scalpel to the image of his best friend, but of course, the thoughts that crossed within his mind were not the ones the demon hoped, they were calculating, they were aware, they were ready; and they pushed the alpha to simply allow his head to shake once again. "I'm not going to do it." He said, his eyes flicking toward his frightened mother in his hold. "And you're not going to kill my mom either." With a quick motion, Scott looked at Stiles again. "You're surrounded."

Perfectly on cue, the doors Scott had come through swung open with a loud clash; and with a breathed cry from one Brittany O'Brien, her hands shoot forward, her eyes faded into the cloud-like white that invaded forcefully to give upon the wave she sent forward that much more power by the time it crashed against Stiles' chest. He flew backwards, hit with an invisible wave that willed the body of the possessed boy to crash loudly against plastic sheets and paint cans left there by the people who made renovations; his hand slipping away from the hold it forced on the nurse, and only making the woman fall forward in a tumble that made breathed gasps attempt to will back the air that the demon had mostly stolen with its hold. Motions that only pushed Scott forward to attempt aiding his mom at the same time that Allison Argent stood at the ready with her bow pointed in the direction of the slowly recovering demon. "Are you okay?" Scott asked his mother as he helped her move away, in the direction of the closing doors, even if his hearing focused only on the sound of plastic crunching under the heavy movements of feet and hands.

"I will be." Melissa told her son, with a strong nod and a rough tone escaping through her lips while her hand squeezed the wolf's shoulder.

A gentle squeeze that was easily and quickly reciprocated by a shift of his own. "Can you run?" He wondered just before the echo of a loud crash tooted behind him.

"You think your little toys can help you, little girl?" Stiles' voice came angry now, the amusement it had shone with before was gone, and when Scott looked back, he realised the pitch black from before had returned to his best friend's eyes, and they were locked on Allison and the bow she held threateningly toward him.

Melissa's breath came jaded, but her voice slipped with much more certainty than her hurting throat allowed her to feel. "Go." She told Scott, nodding in his direction when he turned to look at her again. "I'll run, go!" And then she was gone, a reassuring smile in her son's direction that accompanied her until she disappeared behind the wooden doors.

"Do it." Stiles was taunting Allison by the time Scott ran back in their direction. "Go on, shoot me!" He yelled, that horrible black gone once again. Where was Brittany? Why was she not yet doing her part of the plan? "SHOOT ME!" It was as if Stiles were the one asking them, it was exactly how it looked due to the lack of black in his eyes, it made Scott sick.

The huntress' eyes refused to move away from Stiles for more than a flicker, her hand trembled softly on the string, digits holding the edge of the feather upon the taunting from the demon that was not at all shifting her mind. "Brittany!" She called, her eyes flicking once again for no more than a second toward the seemingly unconscious frame of the girl.

That's when Scott saw her; laying near a window with shards of glass surrounding her body, the wood in the middle of the frame, which had surely been the only thing to stop the witch from falling out, twisted broken, held together only by a wooden splinter, her hair like a deep black curtain in front of her face. "JUST SHOOT ME." Stiles screamed again, forcing Scott's gaze upon his friend once again.

"Don't do it, Allison." He told her, not that she needed to be told, as he walked closer with a hand raised in warning; but it didn't matter, because after an annoyed and angry yell and a swift movement of Stiles' hand, the arrow on the bow became free of Allison's grip, leaving a horrified expression on her features and a loud fearful, "NO!" echoing from the alpha's lips as they both watched the arrow dive straight onto Stiles' stomach.

The demon didn't even think twice before ripping out the arrow as loosely as possible, leaving a wide gash along the boy's stomach that started bleeding as soon as the material was out. It was laughing, strongly, confidently, as it coughed up blood and made the smile along his lips become more terrifying than before as it dropped the bloodied arrow onto the ground with an audible clink that echoed with the tiniest of movements somewhere behind him. "Oh, don't worry." Stiles' uncharacteristically rough tone left from his tainted lips. "He'll still be awake enough to see me kill you two." And he took a step, and another... but then he stopped; a frown crossing his forehead as the black shadowed and hid the amber like water until any colour had disappeared, nothing but the black that shadowed deeper by the frown it suddenly wore. It had stopped as if he'd hit a wall, as if his feet were suddenly glued to the ground, and gravity had started getting deeper, for his whole frame trembled, once, twice, before it started falling toward the ground; it was as if he were getting weaker by the wound it had forced upon Stiles' body, only... the wound bled no more. And due to the silence that suddenly wrapped the room, everyone was able to hear clinking of glass a few feet away.

Brittany.

Her lips were moving, her eyes were that empty shade of white even as her hands pushed back the hair that had covered her face before, her frame crawled and lifted from the ground as the demon's fell. "What is this?" It asked weakly, Stiles' hands falling with his palms against the ground, as if it were fighting.

"... inferni praecipio tibi, daemonia infernalis: Audite vocem meam, et responde mihi discipulus inferni..." Her frame rose from the ground, prickled by little shards of glass that refused to separate from her flesh; Stiles fell until he rested upon the ground motionlessly, eyes closed, lips still tainted with the drying blood that had stopped flowing from his bigger wound. "...somno meo daemonia, cura teipsum, si loquaris ad me, somno meo daemonia, inferni praecipio..." The little to no light in the hallway flickered as Scott and Allison took a couple of steps forward, their gazes shifting from Brittany to Stiles, frowning, watching their friend resting upon the ground as if he were in a deep slumber.

It wasn't until her words had stopped, and the white in her eyes had faded into the blue or her orbs, that Scott at all dared to move closer in the direction of his friend, gripping his hand tightly until the pain within him slipped into Scott's frame with a familiar taint. "He should be okay, but we need to hurry." Brittany said as she walked closer, making both Allison and Scott lift their eyes to look at her, curious and questioning upon the bloodied state in which Stiles rested. "I can only keep him unconscious for so long, but I assure you, if we do everything according to plan, your friend will survive this." She paused. "But we need to hurry; we need to paralyze him before it wakes up."

It's all it took for Scott to lift his friend from the ground; a solemn look closing his eyes. "Isaac's with Deaton." He announced with a nod. "I'll call him."

To Be Continued.