Chapter 26

There was no hope, he was falling fast and faster by the minute as he screamed even louder in fright, kicking, punching, and gasping for air as he closed his eyes.

His body quickly rose as he gasped for air, screaming and tears rolling down his face. He was back in his bedroom shaking, and yelling in horror. Sheriff Stilinski rushed in quickly the panic on his face was immense, he ran towards his son climbing on the bed as he got behind Stiles and grabbed his arms pulling Stiles into a hug from behind.

"STILES! STILES!" Sheriff Stilinski yelled as Stiles begun waving his arms to try and escape his father's arms, unsure of what was still happening and what wasn't.

"IT WAS JUST A DREAM SON!" He yelled again to his son as he pulled his son into a tighter grip of a hug to stop his arms waving around.

Stiles' breath had been rapid, his heart beating faster than it's ever beat before. He took a deep breath as he looked around his room examining it. It all seemed normal. He looked down to his chest to see his father's arms wrapped around him, the warmth evaporating through his t-shirt and connecting with Stiles' skin. The tears fell from his face as he felt an overwhelming amount of relief falling tiredly into his father's arms as he calmed down.

"It's okay son... It was just a nightmare." Sheriff spoke, reassuring his son as he felt Stiles's body relax in his arms.

Stiles was speechless, everyone's had nightmares before, but this one felt so real. He was terrified, and not even sure if he was still dreaming at this point. His body was shaking with fear still as he was trapped in his father's arms for comfort making him feel some-what safer.

"H...How do you know... How do you know it was a nightmare?" Stiles spoke, struggling to get his words out as he continued to gasp for some air.

Sheriff loosened his grip on Stiles enough for Stiles to turn around and face him. But he didn't completely let go, he wanted to be there just in case Stiles got aggressive again. Stiles looked at his father for some answers but nothing was being said.

"Dad?" Stiles questioned again fidgeting in his place.

"Stiles, it's been happening with you a lot lately. Almost every night. Do you not remember? It happened before you went missing." Sheriff Stilinski spoke.

Stiles shook his head at his father's question, truly confused. If he'd been having nightmares all the time, why could he never remember them? It made no sense. Stiles rubbed his face a little as he saw his father's concerned face looking him dead in the eyes. He knew his father was concerned and probably terrified also just like he was.

"I'm okay." Stiles spoke, his voice croaking with emotion. His father, of course, didn't believe him, every parent can read their child and Stiles surely wasn't just 'okay' like that.

"You don't have to go into school tomorrow, or any time you feel overwhelmed Stiles." The sheriff spoke, getting up off of his son's bed.

"Dad, I'm fine. I'm sorry I woke you. But I think I'll be better where I'm occupied rather than doing nothing to keep my mind busy." Stiles explained as he fidgeted with the end of his t-shirt, fiddling with it as he pulled at a loose thread.

Sheriff leant on Stiles' door frame for a moment before slowly nodding his head. He did believe that Stiles being with his friends would be better for him than being home alone with his thoughts but also just wanted to make sure his son was okay in his own company.

Stiles slumped out of bed yawning as he'd had a little nap before his alarm rung for 7am, He didn't care if he was late this time. He was too tired to even rush. He hobbled to the bathroom as he leaned on the sink, turning the tap on and cupping some water in his hands to splash his face, numerous times he splashed cold water over his face to try and wake himself up properly.

He sat by himself for a moment as he gripped his steering wheel and went silent. He closed his eyes as he focused on the noises around him hearing people laugh, cheer, talk, birds tweeting and a number of other things before opening his eyes back up and taking a deep breath.

"Derek's place." He muttered to himself, presuming that'd be where everyone was as usual considering it was some sort of 'hangout' place of theirs.

Stiles made it to Derek's raggedy house and hopped out his jeep making his way over as he let himself in and walked in the direction of the lounge to only find Derek. Derek turned to Stiles with a confused expression on his face as he rose a questioning brow.

"Stiles?" He questioned as he turned his body around fully and faced Stiles, folding his arms.

"O-Oh... Sorry, I thought Percy and Nico would've been here... It's just they weren't at school and neither was Scott, so I don't-"

"They won't be in Beacon Hills for another day, they went to rescue a girl in Utah. As for Scott, he was injured in a training session. He's at home." Derek spoke in the middle on Stiles' sentence to stop him from carrying on as Stiles can talk for days.

Stiles turned around quickly and bolted for the door, climbing back into his jeep and starting the engine. Derek ran after him, just getting out the door in time to see Stiles' jeep speed off into the dark woods in the distance.

"Stiles!" He yelled after him hoping Stiles would somewhat hear him, but there was no result.

Once Stiles got to Scott's house, he barged into the room to find Scott sitting at his desk. They embraced in a hug before they drew back. "Stiles. Who took you?" Scott spoke again, his voice being stern.

"I came here to see if you were alright, Derek told me your healing didn't work after being hurt in training. But I see you're pretty okay." Stiles spoke, trying to change the conversation as he made his way over to Scott's bed and sat himself on the end of it.

"Stiles. Why don't you trust me? Why can't you tell me who did it to you?" Scott questioned; staying on their previous topic as he sat beside Stiles.

"Because you trust everyone!" Stiles yelled angrily in return, startling himself and Scott and causing his neck to tense up as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry. I need to go." Stiles apologized quickly in panic before getting up off the bed and rushing out of Scott's bedroom.

Stiles didn't drive home, he parked his jeep in a nearby parking lot and sat quietly in the driver's seat as he looked in the mirror above him that drivers look into when reversing. He turned his head a little and looked at the left side of his neck noticing a few veins showing on his neck, he rose his hand and shakily went to touch them. Placing a hand on the veins he felt a rush of pain shoot up his neck again as his hand quickly retreated and he winced in pain, closing his eyes as it hurt. He slowly opened his eyes again as he looked back into the mirror again seeing a black figure wearing a hood in the back of his car. He turned around to see if he wasn't just seeing things, but there was in fact a black shadowy figure in the back of his jeep.

His eyes widened as he turned back around and took a deep breath as his breath sped up quickly. He looked back up to the mirror to see both the figure looking at the back of his head, he noticed the person's arms move out in front of them as it placed his hands on each of Stiles' shoulders. Stiles was frightened for life as he widened his eyes once again noticing some pretty dark circles under his eyes form and his skin paled a lot noticing his mouth form a rather evil smirk.

He smirked at the thought as a million ideas rushed to his brain, things he'd never thought of doing before, but this time they seemed like a good idea. He was in the mood to have some fun, and by fun he meant hurting someone. It seemed like a good idea to him as he turned his head a little to noticed the black figure still sat behind him, but this time he wasn't scared. He felt like he knew the figure.

2 days later

"Stiles!" Lydia yelled as she elbowed Stiles' chest.

Stiles shook his head as he zoned back into the moment after being zoned out on listening to the tragic events of last night being reported by a news woman on the TV on the wall in front of him, they were in the canteen at their high school eating lunch. He blinked a few times as he rubbed his chest where Lydia had hit him letting out a small groan as he noticed all of his friends sat around him also, including Scott.

"Were you even listening to me?" Lydia questioned to Stiles noticing his dazed look.

"Oh um... what were you talking about?" Stiles questioned as he rubbed his head trying to think of anything that was said in the last few seconds from Lydia's mouth.

"Boys." Lydia spoke, rolling her eyes as she grabbed the apple from her tray and took a rather large bite at it.

"How did your cuts heal so fast?" Scott questioned as he examined Stiles's dazed expression.

Stiles rose his hand up to his face to scope out the scene as he noticed his cuts were indeed gone. His eyebrows set into a confused pose as he looked at Scott with utter confusion.

"Demigod powers I guess..." Stiles commented, being truly baffled as he rolled his sleeves back down and lifted his head back up to Scott.

"You better not be a werewolf too." Jackson jokingly perked up.

Stiles laughed rather awkwardly before going back to his books at the table, he decided to ignore more conversation before he gets lost for words and people start guessing things which doesn't half annoy him in the first place. All day Stiles had been ignoring questions about his cuts and bruises healing up fast from everyone, people asking what 'products' he was using. The bell rung for the end of the day and Stiles gathered his backpack and walked down the halls, out of the school and made his way to his jeep.

"Stiles!" A person yelled out.

Stiles rolled his eyes, suspecting it was another person curious of how he healed his cuts so fast. He let out a heavy sigh as he turned around to face the person but noticed it was Scott, looking rather out of breath. Something they need to find out why it keeps happening, and why he's not healing but Stiles is.

"There's an underground party tonight in the warehouse downtown, its black light and stuff. You coming?" Scott questioned to Stiles as he made his own way into Stiles' jeep and sat in the passenger seat.

"Sure." Stiles responded letting out a long sigh.

Stiles climbed into the driver's seat as he threw his backpack into the back of the jeep, starting the engine quickly as he checked the mirror above him. Instantly he got a headache and a flash of an image in his head, himself behind him in his jeep. He shook his head as he gasped for air a little making Scott's eyes avert to him; curious. Stiles awkwardly looked at Scott having no idea what had just happened before placing his hands on the steering wheel and driving back to his place. Arriving shortly after, Scott climbed out the jeep before Stiles. Stiles climbed out as he grasped hold of his backpack and slid out the seat, closing the door behind him and locking his car. He looked down at his keys and noticed they had bits of red on it, before looking further and noticing his hands have speckles of red on them too.

"You coming?" Scott questioned, waiting outside of Stiles' house.

"Y-Yeah. Just a minute..." Stiles spoke, approaching his jeep again and examining his steering wheel. That too having speckles of red on it and it smeared a little around the wheel, but not that noticeable unless you really look.

Stiles cleared his throat as he slid his hands into his pockets and made his way over to the house behind Scott, using his shoulder to open the front door as it's always open after school. He let his backpack slide down his arm as Scott made his way into the kitchen to grab a snack. Stiles took off his backpack and jacket, checking them for red speckles too but noticing nothing. He made his way to the bathroom downstairs and quickly scrubbed his hands before making his way into the kitchen also.

People were jumping continuously to the beat of the song, throwing their arms in the air and yelling at each other to talk. Stiles looked around in awe, he'd never seen such a crazy party before and everything was going so fast in front of them. He felt a small hit to his side as he turned his head and saw Scott giving him a smile. Stiles smiled back as he rose a brow.

"This party is crazy dude!" Scott yelled to communicate with Stiles, even though he was only a few centimeters away.

"You guys want to come and get some UV paint on?!" A woman yelled towards them.

She was stood beside a small station where people were painting their bodies with numerous UV Colors that glowed under the black lights, people ripping their shirts off to paint it over their bodies and doing all sorts of crazy patterns on their faces. Scott turned back around to Stiles with a grin on his face before turning back to the woman and making his way over. Stiles slightly rolled his eyes as he made his way over, as did Lydia, Isaac, Allison, Ethan, Aiden and Danny. Stiles was going all out this time, after all this is probably the last party he'll have before he's sent to a mad-house as he was told by his father that's what the doctor said. He had green UV paint over his face, not much, but in certain patterns. Red UV paint down his arms in spiral patterns and numerous of other colors filling in certain places.

Danny, Ethan, and Aiden had already ripped their t-shirts off and painted colors all over their bodies, making them stand out more than a pimple on a newborns face. Whereas Lydia, Isaac, Allison, Scott, Malia and Stiles kept themselves decent with just a few bits of paint here and there and most of them had already gone off to dance on the dance-floor.

2 hours later…

Stiles begun to move his body about a little bit as he bobbed his head to the beat of the song playing, looking to Scott beside him.

"You sure you're going to be okay here man? We can leave whenever you need to." Scott yelled over to Stiles.

Malia came over and took Stiles' hand in her free hand as in her other she was holding a drink. Stiles quickly looked over to Scott, surprised as his eyes widened before turning back to Malia.

"Come dance with me! I'm all alone!" Malia yelled.

"Wha- I-" Stiles tried to speak, baffled by what she was doing as Malia was never like this.

She begun tugging on Stiles' arm, making him move slightly as she tried to pull him to the dancefloor. Stiles turned back to Scott, who was just standing there laughing at Stiles reaction. Folding his arms, laughing as he watched Stiles try to resist Malia's strength. She just rolled her eyes as she sipped a drink and leant in to kiss Stiles' nose before tugging his arm again. Stiles' eyes widened even more, if his eyes widened even more they'd be popping out of his skull.

"You know what man. I'm good!" Stiles yelled back to Scott, smirking as he for sure didn't want to leave now.

Stiles eventually followed Malia's arm as she lead them to the middle of the dancefloor and begun dancing, moving her body to the beat and throwing her arms around like she doesn't care. Spilling most of her drink every time she did it, but she didn't seem to care. Stiles' eyes continued to stay wide as he watched Malia dance, the beat of this song being faster than the other one so everyone was dancing so fast. Stiles got the hang of it, moving his body a little bit and then beginning to wave his arms around, jumping, dancing in circles, and genuinely having a good time.

"Malia, I'm going to go and get another drink. Want one?!" Stiles yelled over to her as they danced.

"Sure!" Malia yelled back waving her arm that had her empty glass in.

Stiles reached over and grabbed Malia's empty cup and she went off to dance with a group so she wasn't dancing alone. Stiles turned around and pushed his way through the bodies dancing before him being hit numerous times by people's arms flaring around as they danced. He eventually made it over to the bar as he placed the empty glass on the bar, squeezing between two people already ordering drinks.

"A refill, and a cola please!" Stiles yelled to the bartender when he looked in Stiles' direction.

The bartender nodded in agreement as he took the empty glass and begun to fill it. Stiles turned around and leant his back on the bar looking out to the hundreds of people dancing before him, he'd never seen a party so crazy before. In the back of his mind he thought that the bartender looked familiar.

He looked around and saw his friend dancing close-by. "Hey Scott!" Stiles yelled over numerous times until Scott finally heard him and turned his head in Stiles' direction.

Scott weaved his way through the crowd and towards Stiles as he squeezed beside him at the bar and leaned his back too on the wooden bar behind him. "What's up man?" Scott asked him as he sipped his drink.

"Check out this view dude." Stiles spoke in awe. The bartender reached over and tapped Stiles on the shoulder handing him two drinks he'd previously ordered, he placed one on the bar beside him and held the other in his hand as he sipped it slightly.

"What you on tonight man?" Scott asked him, seeing that Stiles had a drink in his hand.

"Just a cola." Stiles spoke, his eyes investigating the crowd in front as he was greeted with Malia dancing again.

He grabbed her drink from the bar and nodded a goodbye to Scott as he weaved his way back through the busy crowds of drunken teenagers dancing and eventually arrived back at Malia's side, handing over the drink.

"It's not actually Cola." The bartender spoke in Scott's direction, overhearing their conversation and seeing the first man walk off. Scott confused, turned towards the man's voice but no one was there.

Scott's head slowly turned to Stile's direction again, but his time using his Alpha eyes. Scott noticed a sort of white outline on his friend, one that seemed to look directly at Scott while Stiles was facing Malia. The outline held up a finger mimicking as if to shush Scott.

Scott reacted fast, he ran through the crowds, pushing and shoving everyone out of his way, jumping into them and pretty much punching them away if they touched him. Trying with all his might to find Stiles on the dance-floor after he seemingly disappeared.

"STILES!" He yelled out numerous of times, hoping for some form of response.

He closed his eyes and focused pushed every sound out of his mind as much as he could, focusing on the voices in the club listening out for Stiles' voice if he was even speaking. He could hear voices all around him, so many voices cramming into his brain as he listened to what they were saying.

"Want to come back to my place?" He heard someone say.

"Get me another drink!" A woman was heard.

"You got a spare?"

Scott quickly opened his eyes and ran in the direction of where he heard the voice from again shoving people out of the way so he could get their faster. He was eventually greeted by Stiles, and Malia. He rushed over to Stiles and grabbed his drink, throwing the glass into the nearby wall and making it smash all over the place the crash being loud. Too loud. Causing more people to look towards them, wondering what the hell was going on.

"What the hell man?!" Stiles proclaimed, being pissed off as he was enjoying a drink with Lydia.

Stiles then turned towards Scott all rigid-like and spoke "if you don't want any harm to come to this demi-god or the banshee, then I suggest you back up now." Then he appeared his normal self, acting like an idiot.

"I don't know what you are but I will not let you take my friend." Scott spoke, grabbing Stiles' arm and throwing it over his shoulder practically dragging him.

The rest of the group they were with noticed the attention that Scott had caused around Stiles, and were gathering around. Each one of them thinking that Scott and Stiles had gotten into a fight or something.

Meanwhile

Derek was at his home, continuing the research on Stiles that he'd gathered lately when he smelt something. Something he'd not smelt in a while, from the person he could smell it from. He closed his eyes and focused on the smells around him, the aroma smelling somewhat sour. Derek shifted his neck a few times, the cracks of bones filling the silence as he turned to his full form. Opening his eyes to reveal his red glowing eyes and his sword-like teeth as he growled. He quickly got himself into a stance, crouching a little as he sniffed again and howled at the top of his lungs. Letting Scott know he was on his way.

Derek approached the club quickly, pushing his way past the ticket booth and causing a commotion. He pulled back the curtain like drapes that were separating him from the party and stepped inside, greeted by a ton of teenagers dancing back and forth. Jumping, and just absolutely drunk. He looked around and groaned to himself in anger. If there was something wrong with one of the pack members then he needs to get everyone out. He walked over the to the DJ area and didn't even hesitate to let himself in, but was blocked by a bodyguard who shook his head and stood before him.

"You can't just step in man." The bodyguard spoke, blocking him from going further.

"Yeah, well I can." Derek spoke, beginning to let himself in again.

This time the bodyguard placed his hand on Derek's chest, pushing him back lightly. Derek's eyes slowly traveled down to the guards arm on his chest, tilting his head as he rose it up and looked at the bodyguard. The hand wasn't moved from Derek's chest but Derek could sense the Guards sudden fear. Derek reacted quickly and grabbed the guard's chest, throwing him to the side and making him crash into a nearby table full of food and drinks. This time the whole club looked in his direction, and the music stopped. He turned towards the crowd before him, lots of them looking confused.

"GET OUT!" Derek yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice so loud that it got the message over the music.

People begun running as fast as they could to get out of the building, drinks being dropped on the spot as people tumbled and scrambled the place. Hundreds of people trying to fit through a one way door probably wasn't a good idea, but it was some-what working. Derek looked around the place again, seeing that it was clearing up. He spotted Scott and the rest of his friends and made his way over, seeing Stiles curled up into a ball. Gripping his chest and grumbling in pain. Derek knelt beside Stiles, looking towards Scott for answers.

"Something is controlling his movements, and controlling him. When I looked at him earlier with my Alpha eyes, I saw a white outline around him. As if a spirit was possessing him. Isaac and Scott help me pick Stiles up, we need to take him to the Hale house immediately. Lydia, call the Sheriff and tell him to meet us as the house." Derek ordered the others, all of which nodded in reply.

"Uh, Derek..." Ethan spoke.

"The rest of you, make sure everyone's out the building. And find out who did this to Stiles." Derek spoke, ignoring Ethan as he begun to lift Stiles.

"Derek..." Ethan spoke again, trying to get his attention.

"Scott..." Aiden spoke this time, both of them stepping back and bumping into them.

Scott and Derek both turned around to see what was up, noticing what they saw. It was at least 6 shadowy figures that looked like wispy ninjas. Derek stood up as fast as he could, pushing them aside as he stood in front of his pack, his first instinct was to save them. He had no idea what these figures were but he could tell it wasn't good in the slightest.

"Looks like we're not leaving easily..." Isaac joked, not really knowing who or what these things were. Derek sent a glare in Isaac's direction, unamused by his joke.

The dark figure in front of Derek stepped forwards quickly, grabbing Derek and throwing him towards a wall. Scott and Isaac hesitated no longer. Scott dashed towards the figure, quickly doing a 360 spin hook. Scott's foot connecting with the figures body sending it about a foot backwards before it stopped. The other figures started to charge the rest of the were-wolves. Derek quickly stood up, cracking his neck a few times as he growled deeply, growing out his fangs and claws. He jumped, almost flying across the room and landed in front of another figure, reaching down and digging his nails into the chest of the figure. It disappeared before reappearing behind him, grabbing his right side of his head looking into his eyes before letting go, leaving an 'S' just underneath his ear. The same action was repeated to everyone connected to the supernatural world before the figures vanished leaving them alone.

"Get Stiles out of here now." Derek spoke quickly, standing back up and looking to where Stiles was laying.

Except he wasn't there. Stiles was gone, and nobody had noticed considering they were too busy focusing on the fight.

The group proceeded to rush outside the club, it now deadly silent. Stiles' jeep was gone from the parking lot, as well as every other car there. Scott looked down the streets for any signs of Stiles being there, but there was nothing but fog roaming the streets.

The past hour had been a huge blur for Stiles, the pain in his stomach rather dangerous as he continued to drive his jeep wherever his hands were taking him. Dark circles were sitting around his eyes again, the grip on the wheel making his knuckles go white as he gripped as hard as he could. His jeep arrived outside his house where the sheriff's car was sitting outside. Stiles climbed out his jeep stepping forward as he cracked his neck a few times. Two shadowy figures appeared in front of him. Stiles grinned menacingly at the figures, before drawing his silver hunting knives given to him by Percy and Nico. He held it in front of him, admiring the sharpness of the blade and running his finger across it, cutting his own finger open and letting the blood drip from it. He quickly dispatched the shadow figures before chuckling, liking the view as he approached his house. Opening the door that was always open when his father was home.

Sheriff passed through the hall as he walked into the kitchen and noticed Stiles enter the house.

"Hey Stiles, how was the night out?" Sheriff asked, smiling at him down the hall as he turned to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer.

There was no answer from whom he thought was Stiles, as he cracked open the beer and kicked the fridge door closed. Stiles appearing right behind the door, gripping onto his father's collar and slamming him against the dining table. The sheriff dropped his beer, the surprise of his own son attacking him caused him to go into full shock. He gripped his son's arms to loosen the grip on his neck, something he's trained to do; self-defense considering he's a sheriff.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing?!" The sheriff yelled, trying to force his own son off of him.

"Your son can't answer the phone right now, because I'm in control. You know for someone who seems weak, he can actually hold together all of the kills really well. You job is about to get a lot of work with very messy bodies and missing people by our hand, Sheriff." A gravelly voice came out of his son's mouth.

Stiles continued to grip onto his father's neck, tightening his grip by the minute as he watched his father struggle in front of him, losing breath. Utter fear dawning over the Sheriff's face as he was helpless, he could kick and punch, but he's no way in hell hurting his own son.

Back at the club they were looking around for Stiles when Scott picked up a scent, a strange scent. He could smell fear, coming from the direction of Stiles' house. Scott quickly rushed towards Derek, gathering him and the rest of the group as they quickly climbed into any car they had access to and speeding their way over. Derek, Scott, and Isaac going on foot as they were faster than a car and could arrive there quicker.

Stiles' father had managed to move Stiles off of him, but Stiles grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. He held up the silver knives, gripping him with his blooded hand as he smeared the blood onto the Sheriff's uniform. He held the sword up to his father's neck, keeping his grip tight on him as his father struggled again, his movement limited from the sword being held in front of his neck.

"Stil- Son." The sheriff spoke, making his voice calmer as he stood still. "Son this isn't you..." The Sheriff spoke a tear falling from his eye, taking a gulp of breath as he looked his son in the eyes. All he saw was black orbs, no pupils or anything.

Scott, Derek, and Isaac arrived outside the Sheriff's house. Kicking the door in as Scott ran inside but was stopped by the sight of Stiles holding his hunting knives covered in dust and blood to his own father's throat. All three of them in sheer shock as they saw the scene happening in front of them. Sheriff and Stiles turned their heads as they saw the door fly open, Scott, Derek, and Isaac bursting inside as they all looked shocked beyond belief.

"Don't!" Sheriff yelled towards Scott and the rest of them, keeping them away.

Scott was confused, as was Derek and Isaac at what the Sheriff was doing. He seemed awfully calm, too calm for what was happening in front of him for sure. If it was anyone else they'd be screaming and crying. Derek heard the sound of stones crunching as a car turned up in front of the house, it was Lydia, and the others. All of them stepping outside and entering Stiles' house, each one of them seeing the same scene. All of them just as shocked as the rest of them were.

"Stiles..." Lydia whispered as she was brought to tears, her mouth dropping open with disbelief.

Stiles grinned and shook his head before responding "nope, not home right now. Can I take a message?"

Just then Percy, Nico and a beautiful girl their age appeared out of flames, right in front of Scott. The girl opened her mouth and said in a very soothing voice "you will drop your knives and back away from the sheriff slowly without harming him any."

Stiles seemed to be in a struggle with himself before answering "you're going to have to try better than that spawn of Venus."

The girl then said forcefully "leave the boy's body now without harming the sheriff!"

After a moment, Stiles squinted his eyes in pain before opening them again. "D-Dad...?" He spoke, in utter fear as he saw what he was doing.

Stiles stepped back and dropped the knives, falling backwards to the other wall as he slid down it and sat down. His hands beginning to shake in fear as he realized what he was doing, he was overwhelmed with emotions, and for all the most heartbroken on why he was doing it.

Percy said that it possibly might be an Eidolon that's controlling Stiles. They are shown to have the ability to possess people and machines. They serve the earth goddess Gaea, with the reward of returning to the living world again. That it might be one that escaped from them in a previous encounter.

The next morning

"You think Stiles is a Nogitsune? Skinny, defenseless... Stiles? A powerful dark spirit?" Derek questioned in disbelief towards Scott, Ethan and Aidan letting a rather amused laugh slip from his lips.

"Derek. I know what I saw last night." Scott grumbled, seeing that Derek wasn't taking him seriously at all.

Derek decided against arguing with Scott. Shaking his head a little as he folded his arms and leaned back on the wall in his ash covered house. It'd been a while since Stiles had been put into the hospital. Sheriff was now back to normal and able to work again, but Stiles was being on house-arrest for a while.

It hadn't made sense for a while to Derek, but now that Scott had mentioned it parts kept clicking together in his head. The constant fear that Stiles had and the thousands of nightmares he'd been having, hot sweats, cold sweats and the doctors finding little to nothing until they compared it to what his mother had, leaving that as the only other option. The unknown murders around the town and the police being unable to find anything on it, absolutely no evidence around the bodies apart from dust. A black form of dust.

"Stiles committed those murders..." Derek spoke out-loud in thought.

Scott's head quickly turned to Derek when he said that, caught completely out of the blue. He'd noticed Stiles being off lately, but there's no way he could kill someone right? But, he attempted to kill his own father and didn't even know he was doing it. It's like he had absolutely no control over the compulsiveness to do it until he snapped out of whatever trance he was in because of that girl's voice. Scott was over-whelmed and quickly sat himself down, staring blankly into space at a wall as his jaw slowly dropped. He was used to people being bad guys, people killing others, all that bad stuff. But, his best friend?

"But, not Stiles right... The thing controlling him?" Scott questioned in excuse to get the thought of his best-friend killing people out of his head.

Derek didn't reply, he just stood as blank as Scott, taking it all in.

Updated: 01/05/2018