Disclaimer: Don't own TW. Only my OC: Zarina.
I looked over the edge of the roof and saw the entire parking lot in chaos. The wire was swinging precariously close to the pavement and people were bound to get hurt.
"We have to the parking lot," I told the two wolves.
They each nodded and the three of us rushed down the stairs and out the doors, skidding to a stop as water flowed onto the concrete, the wire causing it to spark with electricity.
"Everyone get back!" Kira was yelling, trying to get people to stop. A man was already electrocuted near his car and Allison and Isaac were walking towards us.
"Allison, get back!" Isaac pushed her out of the way of the water and instead stepped into it, defending her from the shock.
"Isaac!" I screeched, but Derek held me back when I tried to run over to him. I pulled at my wrist frantically, watching as the beta seized in the water, electricity running up his body until he finally went limp.
"Stop. Fighting. Me!" Derek hissed as I elbowed him repeatedly. "You're just going to get hurt and that won't do anyone any good!"
A car drove towards Kira, but before she was hit, she jumped up onto the car, back flipping onto the ground behind it. The wire was flailing near her and she hesitated before grabbing it in her hands, absorbing the electricity as her hand clasped over it.
Her eyes fluttered open and revealed a bright orange color. She looked like the kitsune she was meant to be. I stopped struggling long enough to admire the sight. But then Derek released his grip on my wrist and I wrenched away from him, going over to Isaac's unconscious form on the concrete.
"Isaac! Come on, don't do this!" I shook his body, but got no response. Derek knelt beside me and checked his pulse. Even without feeling it myself, the look on his face was enough confirmation.
"Scott!" I screamed, heart pumping wildly. "He's not breathing!"
I sat silently in the McCall's car, too much on my mind to speak and not really wanting to in the first place. Everything was falling apart in my perspective. Stiles had been missing for two days without a trace. Isaac wasn't even close to healing and was still in a comatose state.
I'd just put together that it was a nogitsune that had tried to possess me and had succeeded in getting Stiles, hence why he was missing. That in and of itself made my guilt increase tenfold. A demonic spirit. I'd let a demonic spirit take over my boyfriend. I was a terrible person.
"We're here, honey," Melissa's soft voice made me jump in surprise and I looked out the window to see the hospital looming to the right of the car.
With a tight smile directed towards her, I got out of the car and Scott was immediately at my side, arm around my shoulders supportively. I instinctively wrapped mine around his waist, needing to know someone was there.
Melissa approached us and we went into the hospital, the cool air making me shiver as we passed through the doors. As we entered the elevator, we stood in somber silence until the sharp 'ding' signaled our arrival to the third floor. We found Allison half asleep in a chair and she stirred due to our approaching footsteps.
"Have you been here all night?" Scott asked, concern laced in his tone.
"They wouldn't let us go see him because we're not family. I told them he doesn't have any," she replied, looking down.
"He's got us," Melissa countered, holding up a card. "And I've got a key card."
The three of us shared a tiny grin of amusement and went over to Isaac's room. Melissa swiped the card in the slot quietly, swinging open the door for us.
"Be quick," she instructed us. We all nodded and entered the room.
My heart clenched as I examined Isaac's still form on the bed. One side of his neck was completely burnt and a part of my mind flashed back to the time where I burnt his hands in a fit of anger. My heart clenched even more.
Scott tightened his arm around my shoulders and was surprised when Allison took his hand in hers. He said nothing as he squeezed it reassuringly before leading the two of us to the side of his bed.
"I thought he'd be healing by now," Allison admitted.
"So did I," Scott agreed sadly.
"Is he in pain?" she questioned.
Scott moved his arms from my shoulders and took the beta's arm. Seconds later, black veins snaked up his arms as the pain was transferred to his body. His face contorted in pain before he let Isaac's arm drop softly, taking in a breath.
"It won't heal him, but it helps with the pain," he informed us.
"Did Stiles really do this?"
"No," I immediately shot her down. "Whatever's inside him is. Stiles would never- he wouldn't ever do this."
"Well, how do we get whatever the hell's in side of him, out of him?" she looked down at Scott.
"I'm working on it," he responded simply and I sighed deeply, looking down at Isaac. There had to be something we could do before more people got hurt.
"Hey, Kira!" I greeted politely as Scott and I walked up to her. She smiled at me and waved.
"Hi. Zarina, right?" she pointed at me. I laughed lightly and nodded.
"So, what'd you find out about the nogitsune?" Scott went straight to business.
"Well, it's strange. The thing is, in all of the stories, the kitsunes are tricksters. They're mischievous. They don't really get caught up in right or wrong or even understand it," she explained as we went down the stairs.
"What's that mean? It's just doing this for the hell of it?" Scott questioned.
"That can't be it," I disagreed softly. "There has to be more. Someone had to have triggered it. Right?"
Kira was silent for a second. "Sort of. That's on the right track. See, something else I found out was that if you somehow offend a nogitsune, it can react pretty badly."
"Well, how do you offend one?"
"I don't know, but if it's doing something this bad, then someone really, really offended it," she looked at the two of us worriedly.
I sighed and pushed my tongue into my cheek. "We'll figure this out later. We have to go get ready for cross-country. Finstock's gonna kill us if we're late." I really wanted to talk more about it, but we didn't have the time.
"Alright, I'll see you two soon," his gaze lingered on Kira for a second longer before he turned on his heel and went into the boys' locker room.
"So, you and Scott?" I waggled my eyebrows as we headed towards the locker room. Her eyes widened and her cheeks went red.
"W-what? No! He's just…different," she stuttered.
"That's what I said about Isaac," I told her, though my mood fell once his name left my lips. "Then we started dating."
"D-dating? Scott? That's ridiculous," she laughed nervously.
I raised my hand in false surrender. "He's a great guy. We've been friends since diapers. You'd be good for him."
"Thanks," she blurted out and I smirked. "I mean, whatever you say."
I giggled and went to my locker, grabbing my clothes. I had just put on my running shorts when my eyes started to burn. I shut my eyes and stuffed my head into the locker as I saw Stiles in the basement, holding one of Argent's emitters in his hand.
I shot out of the locker room, the burning going away with each step. I saw Scott and the twins right in front of me as we all bounded down the stairs to the basement.
We stopped as we looked down the hall. The spiked up hair and the plaid shirt made my heart skip three beats. Stiles looked up from the floor and turned to us, emitter in hand like I'd seen in my vision. Scott and I tensed, but the twins' eyes glowed.
"Okay, I know what you guys are thinking, but it's me. I swear to god, it's me," he held his hands up in defense.
The twins let out a roar and lunged for him. They grabbed him by his neck and lifted him into the air, emitter dropping from his hand.
"No, don't!" I screeched and grabbed a twin by the back of his shirt, yanking him off. The other twin, however, stayed put, hand squeezing harder.
"Stop!" Scott yelled and turned the other twin- Aiden –around. He growled at my friend, but Scott overpowered him with his own growl, scaring the omega into submission.
Stiles got to his feet and recaptured his breath. "It's me, Scott. I swear it's me. I don't know where I've been these past two days or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise."
He looked at me pleadingly, but something flashed in his eyes. Something familiar and dark. "It's me."
"Do you know what happened at the hospital?" Ethan accused.
"I know more than that," Stiles showed us a blueprint he'd found, opening it up on the table. "You see that? It's a blueprint of the hospital's electrical wiring. You see all these markings in red? That's my handwriting. I know I did this. I caused the accident and everything in the bag, it's all stuff that could be part of something bigger."
Aiden bent over the bag and picked up a rather large and dangerous tool. "What the hell have you been up to?"
"I think something worse," Stiles' eyes moved to look up at us. "A lot worse."
The other boys went to rifle through the bag, but Stiles took my hand and led me away from them. I felt trepidation rise in my stomach. This looked like Stiles and it felt like him, but was it? The look I saw in his eyes was too evil, too smug to be him.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, not able to keep the worry from flooding my voice.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Stiles said softly, brushing my hair behind my ear. It felt wrong. The gesture seemed more teasing than anything else. "Especially after everything that's been happening."
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just really tired," I admitted reluctantly.
"It's okay, you'll get to rest soon," his mouth quirked up in a small smile and I felt a chill go down my spine. For some reason, I felt like the sentence had a double meaning.
"Uh- we should…we should go back."
I licked my lips and gestured to the werewolves before heading back toward them, heart beating wildly. Stiles stayed behind us as the four of us went through his bag and I felt my suspicions rise. I was convinced that this wasn't Stiles, but the part of me that believed him wouldn't let me act on it.
"What the hell were you doing? Building a terminator?" Aiden asked with a raised brow.
"Thank you for that," Stiles shot back, making a face.
I blew a puff of air from my mouth as I pulled a folded paper out of the bag. I opened it up and spread it on the table, the boys gathering around it.
"This is a map," I realized slowly. "I'm positive that this is the cross country trail."
Scott's finger moved up the red path drawn on it. "That's the Tate car. Where Malia's family died."
Stiles looked at the two of us. "You mean, that's where her father put steel-jawed traps."
"Oh god. Coach is already there with the team," I informed them. "Now would be a preferable time to go."
I folded up the map and handed it to Scott as the others packed the tool bag. We stumbled up the stairs and to the parking lot, where Scott and Stiles practically pushed me into the back seat of the jeep. I lurched forward the entire ride to the trail; Stiles' foot like led on the gas pedal.
"Stilinski…what?" Finstock gaped at him as we exited the jeep.
"Coach, listen closely," Stiles and I stopped in front of him as Scott took off down the trail towards the other students. "There are still metal animal traps out there. Ones for the coyote that used to live in the preserve."
"We have to get the team out of there," I insisted, snapping Finstock out of his surprise. "If we don't hurry, someone's going to get hurt."
"And just how do you two know about these traps?" Coach raised an eyebrow skeptically and I groaned, tipping my head back.
"His father's the sheriff, he knows everything," I deadpanned.
Stiles nodded quickly beside me. Finstock considered this for a moment, but eventually caved in.
"Alright, let's go," he started jogging down the trail and the two of us followed him. Eventually, we reached the spot circled on the map we'd found just as the entire team came towards us.
"Whoa, whoa, stop!" Stiles held his hand out and started searching through the leaves for a trap.
He found a circle of metal and pulled at it, revealing a long chain. However, instead of a trap at the end, there was nothing.
Finstock clapped slowly, "Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain. Can somebody now please tell me what the hell is going on?"
Finstock walked towards the students, but I noticed a thin wire running along the ground, high enough to catch a foot.
"No, coach!" Scott and I screamed simultaneously, but the damage was done. An arrow lodged itself in Finstock's chest and he looked down at it slowly.
"Oh, crap," he muttered, falling onto his back. I knelt beside him and the others followed, Scott and Stiles crouched on either side of me.
"What the hell?" Danny walked to the front of the crowd.
"Call an ambulance," I glanced at him over my shoulder and he complied, moving to the side with his phone pulled out.
Then the screaming started as the adrenaline wore off and Coach finally understood the situation. "Get it out of me! Get it out of me! Get it out of me!"
He squirmed on the ground, but the twins held him down. "Get it out of me! Oh my god! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" His voice was raised to an almost hysterical pitch. "Get it out of me! I'm gonna die!"
Stiles' hands were pressed on his wound, but Finstock's erratic movements made it difficult for him to do so. "Coach! You're not going to die!"
"I'm gonna die!" his eyes went wider.
"If you stop moving, you won't! You're only making this more painful for yourself," I overlapped his words.
"Get that thing out of me!"
"Stay still, coach, an ambulance is coming," Aiden tried to reassure him, hands still tightly pressed to his shoulder.
"Get it out! I'm going to die!"
Scott sent me a look and I immediately understood. I looked over at Aiden and he met my gaze. "Get them away from coach, he needs space."
Aiden got onto his knees, "Get back! Give him some room!"
Soon, the students dispersed enough for Scott to take coach's- now still- hand. He closed his eyes and started to suck away the pain, but I could see how much of a toll this was taking on him. Scott wasn't a superhero; even he can't handle this much pain. Coach's hand fell back to his side as my friend finished.
"I think he just passed out," he announced.
Stiles lifted his shaking, blood-covered hands and stared down at them in horror. "I-I could've killed him. I could've killed him, right? I mean, what if- what if it was his head or h-his throat?"
Scott gave him a soft look. "But it wasn't and he's going to be alright." Then he paused, hearing something in the distance. "I can hear an ambulance coming. And the police."
Stiles looked up from his hands. "And my dad."
I watched on as Stiles and his dad hugged each other tightly. I know how hard it'd been for the sheriff to have to live without knowing where his son was. My eyes averted to Scott, who was starting to look sickly.
"Scotty, you okay?" I gently put my hand on his arm.
He nodded slowly, "I'm good."
"No you're not. You can't keep doing this to yourself," my hand dropped heavily to my side. "I know you think you can handle this now that you're an Alpha, but there's still a limit. And you've passed it."
"Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy, I can handle this," he grinned feebly and I sighed.
"Hey, Scott, Zarina. I think I found something," Aiden called for us and we met him at the trunk of Stiles' jeep. He was holding a roll of wrapping paper.
"That's what we used for coach's birthday present," I noticed.
"Wasn't that the Barrow thing? A bomb made form nails and bolts, all wrapped up in a birthday present?" Aiden realized.
"Are you saying there's another bomb somewhere?" I raised an eyebrow at the omega.
"Possibly," he shrugged. "We can't take any chances. It looks like he's been up to something. Where did it go off?"
Scott and I shared a look. "On a school bus."
The Alpha rushed to the Stilinskis and I turned to Aiden. "Put that back inside. If people see that, we'll have to explain why Stiles has potential bomb equipment in his trunk."
"Maybe that's because he's a psychopath," Aiden suggested, shoving everything back into the jeep.
"He's not insane. But he's something."
I bit my lip as I looked over at the sheriff's panicked face as Scott told him the news. After a blur of a few minutes, I was sitting in the car besides Aiden, my leg bouncing anxiously. As soon as we arrived at the school, we moved to a space in front of the school bus.
The air was thick with tension as one of the deputies entered the yellow vehicle, tools in hand and a vest over his uniform. The minutes that ticked on felt like hours in my perspective and I desperately wondered what was taking so long.
The, the sheriff's radio screeched on and I couldn't make out the words, only the loud scratching noises. The deputy walked over to the front window of the bus and pressed something against the mirror.
It was the sheriff's nameplate, the one that was always on his desk. We definitely knew where the bomb was now.
We rushed into the already demolished police station. Windows were shattered, pieces of paper and furniture scattered every which way, dead and dying officers on the floor. It was complete and utter carnage.
"Get me an ambulance at the sheriff's station. There was an explosion. We've got multiple officers down. Multiple officers now," the sheriff called the hospital as he helped hoist injured men up onto their feet.
"Scott! Scott!" Stiles was knelt by an injured man's head and we hurried to his side, sitting more to the left of the officer. "C-can you do something? Take his pain away? Anything to make it easier?"
My body went rigid. The request lacked a certain sincerity that it should've held. "Scott, you can't do this again. This is too much."
"I have to. It's the right thing to do," he argued stubbornly.
"No, wait there has to be-" but Scott already had black veins running up and down his arms. I heard him take in a sharp breath as the pain increased in his system. The deputy lifted his head to look at Scott, but soon he went limp and his head hit the ground with one final breath.
I covered my mouth with my hands in terror as Scott gaped, shocked. He put the man's hand back onto the ground, the three of us simply staring down at the man's body.
"Go, go, now! Get out of here. All of you!" the sheriff tapped Stiles on the shoulder.
I couldn't move as Scott and Stiles each grabbed one of my arms, hauling me to my feet and towards the door, where Kira was running through. I felt my breathing go shallow, but I forced myself to calm down. I couldn't be weak.
"The Oni, they're coming," Kira informed us quickly.
Scott, who was still recovering from his own shock, finally returned to his right state of mind. "Stiles, we have to get you out of here."
He grabbed Stiles' arm and Kira grabbed my shaking wrist, pulling me with her as we followed the boys. We hopped into the back of the car, rain beginning to pour outside, and I noted how weak Scott was looking.
"We need to go to the vet's," he decided.
"An animal clinic?" Kira asked skeptically.
"The place is lined with mountain ash," I swallowed thickly. "It should buy us time."
"But can they get through?" Stiles glanced at us.
"Eventually."
"Nobody's got any better ideas?" We all looked at him seriously. "Okay, sure. Animal clinic."
The rain fell harder as we arrived and we each stumbled towards the back door. Stiles pulled on the door handle frantically, but it was locked. Behind us, I could feel the familiar cold presence of the Oni and the rest of us followed Scott's example, turning towards them slowly.
"Stiles, get inside," Scott tossed him the keys and Stiles didn't argue as he fumbled to get them into the lock.
I pulled out a knife for each hand and parried one of the Oni's attacks. Scott was already dealing with two, whereas I was having difficulties with just one. I ducked and weaved and kicked and sliced as frequently as possible.
"Kira, Zarina, get inside!" Stiles was yelling. That was enough distraction for me to grab the Oni's arm and flip it to the ground, onto its back.
I saw Kira hit another one with a long piece of wood with such impact, that the Oni fell. Scott and I stopped for a moment, admiring the way she dealt with the situation with such ease.
From my peripherals, I saw a katana jab towards my stomach, but I intercepted it with the hilt of my knife, twisting it so that the sword fell out of its hand. However, Scott didn't react in time. I watched helplessly as a sword stabbed into his stomach and he fell to his knees in pain. I stabbed one of them in the chest, kicking them to the ground before sprinting to my friend.
"Okay, Scott, get up," I hoisted him to his feet as best as I could.
"Alright, get him inside," Stiles grabbed hold of his other arm as Kira took the other.
I stayed close to his back in case he fell ready to catch him. I held the clinic's door open, the two of them dragging him inside. They got him into the room and sat him on the metal table. His breathing came in short gasps and I stood next to Kira as her hand gripped the handle, ready to pull the blade out.
A hand gripped her wrist and twisted it, using her arm as leverage to slam her head against the table, knocking her out. I backed away from Stiles as his mouth turned into a sadistic smirk. He stalked towards me slowly and I felt my heart stutter in my chest.
I let out a sob as my back hit the wall, but Stiles kept edging towards me until his body was just an inch away from mine. I tightened my hand around my knife, but he saw the movement and grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall beside my head. I felt my wrist crack and the knife dropped as I bit my lip in pain.
"You see what happens?" Stiles said with a fake pout. "Didn't I warn her? I did warn her, Scott. I did." He turned his head to Scott, then back to me, eyes darkening.
"Give Stiles back," I hissed and I felt my wrist crack even more. He placed his other hand on the wall near my face and I grimaced away from him.
"Ah, I would. I really would, but he's gone now, sweetheart," he whispered. "And who's fault do you think that is? Because it's not mine. Though, there is still a part of him in here somewhere. I hear him. He's begging me not to hurt you. To spare your life. Pathetic, really. Makes me want to kill you even more."
His face inched closer to mine and I pressed my head further into the wall.
Stiles sighed mockingly. "But maybe just this once, Stiles. I'll let her live. Just this once."
He gripped my throat and slammed my head against the hard brick wall, sending me into a pain-filled darkness.
AN: Dark Stiles is fun to write. Sorry this chapter's late! SO MUCH HOMEWORK AND SCHOOL AND UGH. Hate it, but it has to be done.
Thank you all for the support and everything else. Even with my super inconsistent tendencies as of late, it means a lot that people are sticking around. Please continue to do all that if you're enjoying this!
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