Episode 9: To Make a Stand pt2

The Nogitsune hunger was finally being sated. The chaos was delicious. You would have thought that the deputies would have been less anxious. All it had done so far was cut the power and trigger the infernal alarm. It was a start.

It could smell a wolf, how exciting. This just might be fun. It was so boring having to hide even if it was prudent. It was so tired of having to hide like a rat. The Nogitsune was a thousand year old god. It was plain embarrassing to be forced to hide.

It was hard to be patient when it knew the chaos was soon to unfold. The attack it had planned would be so much fun. The first wave of the attack at the station would cause chaos amongst the protectors and warriors of the town. Then when they were sent for treatment at the hospital - it would unleash the second wave of the attack aimed directly at the hospital.

Revenge would be sweet.

The wolf was the Alpha who had interfered with Barrows. The Nogistune was going to make sure he was the one to call the arrogant Alpha. He had had enough of werewolves to last it several lifetimes! The last one it had tangled with had been the cause of the enforced slumber and resulting hunger.

Dusk was setting in and the deputies were all returning from their patrols. It was the shift change too so there was the maximum number of people in the building. As soon as the dark was just enough; the Nogitsune grinned :- It was show time!

Back at the hospital, Wodan was listening to the plan that Lady McCall had considered. It was something else! The mean part was where they would not be allowed to use magic. It was a big hospital! He had to clarify the last point,

"And I can't use magic?"

Melissa rolled her eyes, "To set the small but delicately placed fire that will need to be set off. Yes. To get the humans out no."

She was firm and already mentally running through the evac procedure in her head. It would have to be spotless; she was just praying that the Nogitsune was not close by and did something in reaction to their plan. She couldn't be ruled by far. They would be damned if they didn't move and she had a responsibility to see as many of her patients safe as possible.

"Why not?" Wodan was genuinely perplexed. What was the point of having magic, if you couldn't use it.

"We're humans and these patients will freak," she explained patiently. They would not have room to put every patient into Eichen House when they started to talk about magic.

He huffed, "I don't suppose you will let me adjust their memory?"

She just gave him a pointed look. Wodan was impressed and he definitely hoped the mortal was worthy of this fine lady. It looked like he had a hospital to empty. He was glad that some of the guard had annoyed him - he could use this as a training 'exercise' that some may describe as punishment detail.

"There was a question in there?" Was all she said as a verbal reply.

He huffed in amusement, "No so where shall I go and start my magical fire?"

He was shown a place on a map, "Right there."

It wasn't quite the victory of chasing down a prey but setting something alight would have to do in the meanwhile. He hoped his prince was having more fun against his quarry.

It just happened he was.

The Nogitsune was pissed - everything should have been perfect. The alarms were blaring and the mortals were starting to panic. The sweet taste of chaos raced across the Nogitsune like the sweetest ecstasy.

And then ...

It stopped.

The Nogitsune opened its eyes hearing the crash of the wall collapsing. No that was not true it was a blast aimed at the wall. The source of the collapse was not threw a bomb of its machinations but rather a manipulation of the wind. It knew of only one race who could do that - the Fae.

It growled, sense of frustration building, as the same cocky Fae as before seemed to crash the plans. Why did they keep meddling?

The Fae, Stiles his host's mind provided, stood there full of energy and lightness. It made the Nogitsune want to scream. Its presence was mocking just by merely standing there. There was no fear from him. He was fierce and protective - why did he keep having to ruin things? It was not like the Nogitsune had upset the Fae - It was not stupid enough to upset the Fae. The last of its kind to try and do that - begged to die but Queen Mab was not in a forgiving mood, or, so the story goes. For all the Void knew the creature might possibly still be locked up in the Palace's dungeon.

The Fae was the Alpha's mate and related to the Sheriff. Shame - it was a pretty little thing. If he hadn't been sullied by the wolf the Nogitsune would have loved to have taken the light from it. Still the Fae and Alpha werewolf were adding complexities to the plan that it could have done without.

It didn't matter - revenge could not be held back.

The Nogitsune refused to go back into the ground where the damn Kitsune had put it when she got squeamish. The fact it was wearing the Kitsune's daughter was just making its revenge sweeter. That woman had been responsible for putting it in the ground. If this was to be its last stand it was going to count.

The Fae stood in front of all the others - protecting them. This was going to be dicey, smart people did not tangle with the Fae.

"I have no quarrel with the Fae," it tried to reason.

Stiles snorted, "You attack my father and mate. You better believe I have a quarrel with you."

"He's a wolf and the old man is mortal."

Stiles could tell the Nogitsune was clutching at straws. "They are mine and I am every inch my grandparents heir."

The Nogitsune remembered their previous encounter, "You said they were ... ?"

"Queen Mab and King Edward," Stiles replied calmly.

There was no good answer the Nogitsune could give. It knew now there would be no mercy offered. It would take winning this showdown if it wanted to gain its revenge. It needed back up; the Nogitsune called for the Oni, knowing it would expend energy but it needed the help.

The Oni were now forced to do his bidding. They should slow the cocky Fae down.

Stiles didn't blink at the appearance of the Oni. He was more aware of them and he had done his due diligence - they were not as fearsome as they were originally feared to be. Oh don't get him wrong; they were deadly but they had weaknesses. It was a weakness he was only too happy to exploit. They had a chronic, fatal allergy to silver as long as it went where a heart should reside.

Sadly Stiles did not have any silver to hand. The knives in his sleeves and the sword strapped to his back were diamond coated to make them unbreakable - ruling out a physical fight. He would have to rely on his wits and magic. Stiles was certain they would have another fatal allergy. The Oni relied on the dark as it was the only time they were ever seen.

So Stiles would take the darkness away from them.

Stiles was trusting that everyone was so freaked that they would ignore the light show and smackdown which was about to start. It didn't matter he could here his Dad was leading his people out of the hole he'd created. One of the Oni flitted away and went for the escaping deputies. Stiles heard the howling scream; he guessed the Oni had met one of the Argent bullets.

The Nogitsune actually looked pleased with itself. As if the Oni could actually slow him down. Stiles made sure the energy was building. He only needed a few more seconds and then the fiercest light a Fae could generate would be blasting its way down the corridor. It would have the same intensity as the power of a thousand suns. He would be lying if he said he would not enjoy it when it happened.

He refused to budge in the meantime as he was the one best equipped to take on the creature and survive. The Nogitsune looked so sure of itself, Stiles had to bait him,

"I'm not afraid of the dark ... Are you afraid of the light?"

He'd built up the energy - just right. It felt like he was ready to explode.

So he did. He let go of all the energy at one time.

It was explosive.

The light tore threw the Oni and they disappeared back into the shadows where they belonged. The wall behind the Void like Kira was not a match to Stiles' powers, especially in their weakened state. It broke in the middle and then carried on crumbling.

His Dad could be heard behind him, "Everyone is out."

Stiles always trusted him to get the deputies out and that Derek and Peter would be there to keep him safe. He had too, as he was not stupid enough to turn his back on the Nogitsune for one second. He was Fae; the only good opponent was a dead one.

The damn thing pouted. Stiles guessed it was aiming for cute. It just looked sick and twisted coming from someone he knew to be a sweet girl. He was only too happy to taunt it once again,

"What's the matter? You're old ... performance issues are to be expected." He said in a low voice, almost whispering, like he was letting the Nogitsune in on a big secret.

He heard Derek and Peter snort. He just watched in satisfaction as the comment sunk home. The look of outrage would have been hilarious in any other circumstance. "You are nothing but a childish brat!"

Stiles smirked, "Derek likes me like that."

He thanked all the stars for the fact his Dad was too busy to have caught the innuendo. At least he hoped that he had been too busy because otherwise he would catch grief for the comment.

The Nogitsune laughably threw a projection up around him. It was pretty but Stiles was not a fan of snow. He waved his hand and cut through the whole projected glamour. It went back to the rapidly falling apart Sheriff's station that he knew and had loved.

"You try glamours against a Fae?" He let his disbelief shine through his question.

"You're not immortal or invincible." The Nogitsune hissed.

Stiles had to bite back a grin. The last comment meant he knew his plan was working. He needed to keep the creature off guard and carelessly destroying each attack would be worth it. An angry opponent was a careless opponent. All the while Peter was slowly and carefully inching close enough to throw the tincture over her. It needed to happen and the words invoked simultaneously.

"Never said I was and I still get grounded."

"You can't stop what I have in motion."

Stiles grinned, "Is the divine move in play?"

The sharp grin was back, "And so much more ..."

It was dark and full of promise, "You know the problem with divine moves?"

The Nogitsune snorted, he doubted this child could truly conceive the full complexity of a divine move. It was a move in a game played where it was born. The move was named after a move that could reverse the flow of a game bringing a player back from the brink of what should be a loss. "They take away a certain victory."

Stiles shook his head, "No it assumes your opponent is stupid enough to let you snatch away victory ..."

Peter threw the the mixture and Stiles smirked, "And I have never been stupid."

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