Kristie tried her hardest to make it look like she was scared. It was all part of the plan after all. Free her lover, check. Make it look like Kristie was kidnapped by Stiles, check. Let Scott and the others find them together, double check. All seemed to be going according to schedule and it made her giddy. She watched as the Sheriff pulled out his handcuffs and slowly made his way towards the two. Of course, he thought that would help anything. Feeling Stiles' grip tighten around her, she knew exactly what he was thinking.
"You want to handcuff me?" Stiles asked, a dry humored tone in his voice.
"If my son is still here, if there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me." The Sheriff tried to reason, now standing in front of the two. "Because he knows I'm here to protect him from himself and from others." As he said this, Stiles' grip on Kristie disappeared and Stilinski grabbed her, moving her away from Stiles. Derek who had quietly appeared behind him, held tightly onto his mate. The pale teenaged boy held up his hands to his father and Stilinksi clicked the handcuffs on. But as the relief washed over the older man, Stiles gave him a smirk.
"You're not my son."
Stiles laughed, breaking the handcuffs off of his wrists and all hell broke loose. Argent and Allison came into the room, and Allison pointed her Taser at Stiles, shooting it. He grabbed it tightly and pulled it away from the young huntress, the electricity not affecting him in the slightest. Derek growled, transforming, and went after him. But Stiles merely grabbed his arm and threw him against the wall. Kristie gasped as he landed with a thud. That's when Argent pointed the gun at Stiles.
"Argent, listen to me. Don't do this." The Sheriff begged, knowing he shouldn't have trusted the hunter to keep his word.
"Why not?" Argent asked. "I've done it before. Werewolves, berserkers. I can easily add a nogitsune to the list."
And so, the Sheriff pointed his gun at Argent. "You're not going to shoot my son."
"You said it yourself, Sheriff. That's not your son."
"Put it down." Stilinski paused. "Put it down."
"Dad, he's going to shoot me." Stiles began to cry. "He's going to kill me, Dad."
"Don't listen." Argent replied, trying to reason with the conflicted father.
"Put it down." The Sheriff yelled now. "Now! Do it! Put it down!"
"Pull the trigger. Come on." Stiles taunted Argent, now fully playing the trickster game.
"Listen to me, you put the gun down now!"
"Shoot me." Stiles exclaimed.
"Stop, stop it!" Allison yelled. "This is what he wants. This is exactly what he wants." And that's when Kristie grabbed Argent's hand, taking the gun away from him.
"Not exactly." Kristie began, pointing the gun at them. "We were kind of hoping Scott would be here." She paused, looking around the room. "Now, how about you put down your gun, Sheriff."
"Kristie, what are you doing?" Derek asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. She looked over at him and smirked, walking over to Stiles and wrapping her arm around him.
"I'm protecting my own." She simply replied, glaring at the group.
"You're possessed to." She heard Allison whisper.
"Of course, I am." She scoffed. "Have been for quite some time. Now, I'll give you the gun back, because you're not here to kill us. You're here to protect us." She could see through the window that the sun had gone down, and suddenly, the oni appeared. Argent grabbed the gun from her, and he and the Sheriff began to shoot at the mask creatures, as Derek and Allison helped as they could from the other side.
Kristie turned to Stiles in the chaos, smiling. "I think it's time we go." And with that, they vanished.
Kristie sat on an old wheelchair in the Eichen House basement, as Stiles paced the floor. "I thought we weren't going to tell them that you possessed Kristie." Stiles asked her, annoyed that their plan had been changed.
"That was the plan, when we didn't think Argent would pull a gun." Kristie said. "I saved your ass. The least you could do is be appreciative."
"Oh I am." Stiles smirked, his voice growing deeper. He stalked over to Kristie and leaned in, putting his weight on the armrests of the chair. "In fact, I think I'll show you how appreciative I am." He was mere inches from her face, when the door to the basement opened. The two got up and moved to the shadows, seeing Noshiko come down the stairs into the dark, cold basement. She looked over at the wall, seeing the two bodies lying inside, the shattered kanji on the ground.
"Why that kanji?" Stiles asked, stepping forward. "Why "self"?"
"To signify that they died as themselves. Because Rhys and Rinko weren't monsters. Not like you." Noshiko got up and turned to the two, revealing a tail in her hand.
"If we're such monsters, why'd you call off the oni?" Kristie asked. "What happened to the woman who called out for chaos, strife and pain to descend upon everyone and everything? What happened?"
"I don't want that anymore." Noshiko quietly replied.
"But we do." Stiles smirked. He walked towards Noshiko and grabbed onto her hand. "Did you bring this here thinking you could hide it from me?" He took the tail from her and handed it to Kristie. "Bad idea."
Stiles turned, walking into the middle of the room, kneeling to the ground. Kristie looked at Noshiko. "Chaos is come again." And with that, she stabbed Stiles in the stomach. She took it out with a grunt and flies began to fly out of the wound. By the time they had finished swirling around Noshiko, Stiles and Kristie were gone.
Kristie licked her lips at the sight before her. She stood in the doorway of Derek's loft and watched as he hunched over the chess board on the table. She smirked, seeing the long slash mark on his back, knowing the fly had already infected him. She rolled her eyes, already knowing what would come next. She cleared her throat and Derek turned. He had her pinned against the wall in seconds.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your throat out." He said, through clenched fangs.
"How about this one?" Kristie choked out, as Derek's hands wrapped harder around her neck. "If you kill me, then Kristie's dead. And that means no future children, no true love," She paused, chuckling. "And no hot mate sex." Derek stared at her for a while, before he finally let her go. "See, now that wasn't too hard. Now…." It was her turn to grab his throat, slamming him against the wall. "I need you to do something for me." Kristie smirked and reached into her pocket, pulling out a lighter. She held it in front of Derek's face, letting the flame's glow reflect in his eyes. "Something to Argent."
Kristie walked down into the cell at Oak Creek, happy and content with everything going on. And this place only made it better. God, just being in this place gave her more power. All of the pain and suffering…...it was satisfying. She saw Stiles sitting on the ground, a hand over his bloody wound. His face was even paler then before and the circles around his eyes had grown darker. "You know you stabbed a little deeper than you were supposed to." He mumbled, Kristie feeling the hate in his voice.
"Sorry." She sighed. She sat beside him and lifted up the shirt. "You'll heal though." She said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
"You know, you're a little tease." He hissed through clenched teeth, getting another kiss.
"That's what foxes do." Kristie replied, smiling and getting up. "So, what do we do now? I only thought so far as to help you possess Stiles, now you have to come up with the rest of the plan." She turned, going to face him when she felt a stabbing pain in her stomach. She stared right into Stiles' eyes.
"It's just my plan." And she blacked out.
Kristie woke up, this time, to something being poured in her mouth. Her arm immediately shot forward as she opened her eyes and she ended up grabbing the neck of Scott. She looked over and saw Stiles holding onto Aiden in the same manner. "You know you didn't have to stab me." She told Stiles angrily.
With them distracted, Aiden and Scott pulled themselves away. Kristie tried to grab at them, but felt her body not want to move. Stiles had to same reaction. "Kanima venom." He hissed. "Nice touch."
Kristie looked over at Aiden, who had his fangs out. "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain?" She asked him. "You remember, Scott? Well, Aiden, you didn't lose that talent, too, did you?" She paused. "Oh, I hope not. You're going to need it. Okay, I'll give you a little hint. Ethan's at the school." She saw the worry come over his face as his features returned to normal. "Go." Scott told him, and Aiden ran out the door. The two paralyzed beings on the couch began laughing, and Stiles turned his head to Kristie.
"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than these bakemono trying to save the world every day." He added, turning to the group.
"Doc, you brought something to paralyze their body. You got anything for their mouths?" Melissa asked, disgusted by the thing controlling her daughter.
"Yes, I do." Deaton replied. He reached into his bag, pulling out a thick roll of silver duct tape, before putting a piece on each of their mouths. Kristie and Stiles both just laughed.
With things at little calmer now that the two had been silenced, Melissa now sat alone in front of Stiles and Kristie, tending to their wounds. She kept her head down as she did so, not wanting to look at them, especially not at her daughter, who she so desperately wanted to help. Seeing this, Kristie turned to Stiles and he nodded, knowing exactly what she had in mind. That's when Kristie began to cry.
Melissa looked up. "Sweetie?" she asked. Kristie nodded, the tears falling down her face. Melissa reached forward and took the tape off of her mouth, stroking her daughter's face which only caused Kristie to give her a smirk.
"Really, Melissa?" She asked. "I shed one tear? That's all it takes? Come on. You can't crumble that easily. How are you going to hold up when Scott knows the truth?"
"What?" Melissa didn't know what they were talking about this time.
"When he finds out why his daddy really left?" Melissa's eyes grew wide. "You know she overheard it, right? You had no idea. You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the Sheriff. Hmm. But Kristie heard it, and so did Stiles. Like they hear everything. But you want to know why they never told Scott. Because they knew that Scott would never forgive you." She spat those words out. "They knew how much he would hate you."
"This isn't you, Kristie." Melissa began, her voice trembling.
"It is now." Kristie exclaimed and began to laugh. So, Melissa put the duct tape back on her mouth and left the room, silencing the evil spirits for now.
Not longer after, Kristie heard the doorbell ring and the door open. Seeing Peter, she rolled her eyes as the omega walked into the room and stood in front of Stiles and Kristie, taking in their pale and sickly-looking faces. "They don't look like they would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf." Peter concluded with his normal amount of sarcasm.
"You don't think it would work?" Scott asked.
"This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle."
"What kind of methods?" Deaton asked, quite intrigued.
Peter grabbed Scott's arm and made his claws extend. "We're going to get into their heads."
"So, do we have a plan?" Everyone still seemed a little unsure as Deaton asked the question, but they all nodded.
"Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles." Peter explained. "Since Kristie has empathy, she will naturally tie to them. Then he will guide them back from the depths of their own subconscious. But he's not going to do it alone."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked. Peter hadn't mentioned this before.
"Somebody needs to go in with you." This caused Kristie and Stiles to turn, looking over at Lydia; the banshee was the missing key. The red head simply nodded and joined Kristie and Stiles on the couch. "You're going to have to guide them out somehow." Peter explained. "Try to give them back control of their mind, their bodies."
"Could you elaborate on the "somehow"?" Lydia asked. "It's not feeling very specific at the moment."
"Improvise." Peter simply said.
"What if this is just another trick?" Scott asked.
"When are you people going to start trusting me?"
"I meant them." Scott replied, motioning to Stiles and Kristie.
"Scott, we're running out of time." Deaton urged. Scott sighed and Kristie watched as Scott stuck his claws into Lydia and Stiles' neck. As soon as he did that, Kristie felt a pang in the back of her neck, as everything went black.
She was running through Beacon Hills preserve.
It was dark and silent, quite unusual for the place.
All Kristie heard was her ragged and labored breathing as she kept going through the woods. Even when she stopped to catch her breath, there weren't even sounds coming from the leaves crunching underneath her feet. It was just too quiet.
She stood straight up and turned, looking into the dark woods as her eyes adjusted. As she turned her head, something in the distance caught her eye. She looked closer and saw the silhouette of a strange looking figure. But it wasn't standing still. It was coming towards her, and fast. Taking off again, she ran, not bothering to know where she was going, until she realized she was entering a part of the preserve all too familiar to her.
She was headed straight for the Hale house.
Taking a right, she saw the outline of the two-story structure in the distance, its exterior becoming clearer and clearer as she got closer. She turned her head back for a moment, seeing the dark figure still following behind her, only getting closer with each passing second. Maybe if she got inside, she could find something to protect herself with.
Running up the front steps, she paused, finding a backwards five carved into the front door. She ran a hand over it, feeling a warm energy emit from the wood. Kristie slowly reached for the doorknob and turned it, causing a bright white light to pour from inside. Without hesitation, she stepped forward.
Expecting the be standing in the musty, dark foyer of the Hale home, she now found herself in a well-lit room that very bright and very big. The walls, ceiling, and floor were a pure white, adding to the bright intensity. It was also quite clean, her reflection staring back at her in the tiles of the floor.
However, it was a mass in the center of the room that quickly caught her attention.
The mass was definitely old, gray and brown with only the tiniest flecks of green. It was a cut down tree trunk, a remnant of something she had seen before…the Nemeton. As she squinted her eyes, she could see a white, bandaged figure sitting on the trunk, staring at her. Its mouth was a deep red color; it was unmistakably dyed with blood. It said nothing, only lifting a bandaged arm and beckoning her forward with one figure. She didn't know why, but Kristie walked towards it.
The click of her shoes echoed through the whole room as the trunk and figure became closer. She could now make out a small table with an unrecognizably game of black and white stones on it. She hesitated a moment, looking at the figure once more. It seemed to be impatient with her.
"Sit down."
The voice was obviously female, but it was rough and airy as it ordered her to sit. Kristie jumped a little, but did as she was told, not taking her eyes off of the thing as she sat across from it, crisscross. She put her hands on her knees, not wanting to touch anything.
"I've been waiting for you." The figure hissed and as if transfixed by some kind of magic, Kristie lifted her hand and began to play whatever game was in front of her, not knowing exactly how she was doing it.
"What do you mean you've been waiting for me?" She asked, almost hesitantly, refusing to look at the creature and only the board in front of her.
"I've been here from quite some time and never got to make a proper introduction." It moved a black stone to one of the tiny square spaces. "I've been there, in the back of your mind, festering and growing like a disease until it was time for the plan to fall into place."
"How long have you been with me?" Kristie asked, gaining the courage to look up.
The creature smirked. "Since Derek left you heartbroken, confused, and alone. It made it very easy to attach on to you. And as an empath, you only made my job easier." Kristie laid down another white piece and the creature placed another black one. "Everything you felt, I felt tenfold."
"So how are you only showing up now?" Kristie knew now it was time to get into this thing's head. If she really was being possessed right now, she wanted this thing out as soon as possible.
"Well isn't it obvious?" The creature paused. "You're a werewolf, so my hold was extremely weak. That's why the oni could touch you. The balance of things sees a hybrid as an abomination; it's not supposed to work. So that's why I held back and waited for the right moment; waited to fully take control."
"You can't control me." Kristie said through clenched teeth. "I won't let you."
"But I already have." The creature moved another piece, the board almost completely covered. "We've been at this game for quite some time, and I don't intend to stop it any time soon. And as it looks, I've got you cornered." The bloody red smile grew as Kristie looked down at the board. She didn't know how, but she knew she was losing. But how could she even win when she didn't know how to play the game?
"Go ahead." It hissed. "No one's here to save you. I'd like to see you try." Kristie felt a tear run down her check as she picked up her last white piece and thought about where to place it. One wrong move and she would be a goner.
But as she went to set the piece down, the board began to shake as a loud rumbling shook the room. A yell began to grow louder and louder, causing her to turn. Off in the distance, she could see Scott and Lydia. She smiled.
"Kristie."
Kristie quickly whipped her head around at the sound of her name, seeing Stiles sitting beside her. He too had the mysterious board game in front of him and another bandaged creature playing along. She looked down at the board and realized something. She was the strong one here, and this thing was weak. She didn't have to win. She only had to end the game.
Looking back at Stiles, the two met with a similar thought and smiled at each other before swiping the stones off the table, ending the game on their own terms. The creatures, angry, yelled and howled at them, causing the white light around them to grow brighter until Kristie herself was no longer conscious.
Kristie was immediately awoken with the need to throw up. Clawing at the duct tape on her mouth, she fell to her knees and began to throw up a thick black goo. It spread over the wood floor in a giant pile, mixing with a growing pile of bandages; she didn't bother to see where they had come from. As the last bit of goo dripped from her mouth, she gave one last cough and a tiny fly fell from her mouth, dead and unmoving.
Kristie sat up from a moment, looking across from her at the horrified looks of Scott, Deaton, Peter, Lydia, and her mother, not remembering how she got home. In fact, the last thing she remembered was being in the car with Lydia and Allison. She saw a few final puffs of black smoke come from her mouth as she coughed, before her energy gave out and she fell to the floor. Through blurred vision, she could see her mother rush to her side and felt her stroke her hair. It felt like her insides had been torn apart a hundred times over and she just wanted to be in her mother's arms and sleep forever.
As Melissa reached to pick up her daughter, something happened, causing her to stand and leave Kristie's side. She wanted to reach out to her mother, bring her back to her, but her arms wouldn't do what her body wanted it to. She only laid there watching as her vision went in and out. What were they all looking at?
Her questioned was answered though by a strong hand gripping her tightly. "Time for us to go." It said. She thought it sounded like Stiles. And as they left the house, Krisite suddenly felt weightless and she sank peacefully into the darkness.