Disclaimer: Don't own TW. Only my OC: Zarina.
The four of us sat in an uncomfortable silence as Stiles drove towards Oak Creek. My leg bounced up and down in my seat as I willed the car to go faster. I wanted Lydia to be safe more than anything else at that point. Not only that, but Stiles was only looking worse with each passing second.
"Alright, I'm going to say it. You look like you're dying," Isaac voiced my thoughts and I promptly kicked his leg. "You're pale, think, and you look ike you're getting worse. And we're all sitting here thinking it. When we find the other you, is he going to look like he's getting better?"
"Isaac," I hissed warningly.
"Someone had to say it," he retorted honestly.
"What happens if he's hurt?" Scott glanced over at Stiles, whose eyes were fastened on the road.
"You mean if he dies, do I die? I don't care. Just so long as no one else dies because of me," he said.
"Stop thinking like that," I somehow managed to speak through the ever-growing lump in my throat.
"It's true. It's my fault. I remember everything I did, Zarina. I remember causing all this pain for you; I remember pushing the sword into Scott. I remember twisting," he argued, and I could see the plain guilt clouding his eyes.
"It wasn't you," Scott disagreed without hesitation.
"Yeah, but I remember it. You guys have to promise me. You can't let anyone else get hurt because of me," he pleaded. Scott turned his head to me and I pursed my lips before nodding with him.
Once we reached Oak Creek, Allison and Kira met us at the gates and our group stood in an anxious silence. I felt my eyes burning and I knew it that a vision was trying to appear, but I pushed it back as best as I could. I didn't want to think about the future, I wanted to act on the now. But still, part of me was screaming that this vision was incredibly important and that I shouldn't just shrug it off. I did anyways.
"We've done this before guys," Scott spoke up. "A couple of weeks ago, we were standing around just like this and we saved Maia, remember?" We all nodded in agreement. "That was a total stranger. This is Lydia."
Allison and I met eyes, our expressions both set in one of pure determination. "We're here to save our best friend."
"I came to save mine," Scott agreed, glancing at Stiles.
"I just didn't feel like doing any homework," Isaac shrugged nonchalantly.
With that, we all entered through the gates, but were soon met with Noshiko and the Oni. I mentally cursed myself. We should've been prepared for this. It was nighttime; of course the Oni would show up.
"We'll keep them busy. Go find Lydia," Allison ordered.
The three of us hesitated, but Scott recovered first, pushing us into the building. Our footsteps reverberated off the empty hallway walls and we stopped to allow Scott some time to listen for Lydia.
"She's here," Scott nodded, walking down the corridor. "This way."
We weaved through the empty looking basement and hurried down the steps that lead towards a light-filled area that was blocked off by bars. Lydia hurried up to us, holding the gate tightly.
"Lydia, are you okay?" I questioned worriedly.
"No, no, no. Why are you here?" she sounded completely broken, but Scott ignored her as he tried to pry open the doors.
"Lydia, we're here for you," Stiles explained, puzzled.
"You weren't supposed to be here," Lydia insisted. "Did you get my message?" I felt my heart start to accelerate as Lydia's eyes pooled with tears.
"Lydia, what's happening?" Scott asked, letting go of the metal door.
"Who else is here? Who came with you? Who else is here?" she looked between the three of us hysterically.
"All of us," I admitted. "We all came to find you."
The blood drained from her face and I didn't like the fear that was present in her expression. "We have to get out of here. Now. Hurry."
We helped her out and rushed down the long corridor that looked vaguely familiar to me. Scott was further ahead from us and I felt Stiles start to slump beside me.
"Zarina….Z-Zarina, I can't," Stiles went rigid, leaning against the wall and his face contorted in pain.
I caught him by the arms and lowered him to the ground, leaning him against the wall as the freezing temperature of his body shot up my arms. I rubbed his shoulders to warm him and Lydia stop beside me, Scott already too far ahead to noticed we weren't with him.
I did my best to warm him, keeping my body draped over his, but he didn't seem to be getting any better at all. I willed my hands to heat up, and it took a while since I hadn't used it in so long, but it worked and I moved my hands to his face. Then, Lydia screamed.
"ALLISON!"
The burning I'd held back behind my eyes burst through my mental wall and my vision was filled with images of the Oni thrusting its sword into Allison's torso. She went shock still for a second, her mouth wide open in terror as it retracted the sword, sending her body to the ground.
As the vision faded away, I let out a heart-wrenching scream, letting the tears free fall from my eyes as I dug my face into Stiles' shoulder. My sobs wracked my whole body and I felt myself slowly deteriorate as the realization hit me.
Allison Argent, the strongest person I'd ever had the pleasure to meet, was gone. And I hated myself for letting it happen. I hated the Oni for doing it to her. But most of all, I hated the nogitsune for showing its face in the first place. I wanted it dead. I wanted to kill it myself.
For Allison.
The four us sat tense on the bench in the police station. Our gazes were locked on nothing as we tried to comprehend the events of the night. I felt myself deny that this ever happened. That this was all another fucked up dream the nogitsune was playing in my head.
But it wasn't. I felt white-hot anger bubble in my stomach, but I knew that the sadness was about to kick in. Scott was shaking beside me and I wordlessly grabbed his hand in comfort. He took it gratefully, squeezing it like a lifeline.
"Can you remember anything? Anything else?" Parrish questioned us and we stayed silent. "Isaac?"
"I'm sorry," his voice wavered and the sheriff put a hand on his shoulder. "It just happened so fast."
Stilinski looked over at the deputy and nodded. "That's all. You guys can go home, but if you remember anything else that can help us with this investigation, go ahead and come in."
We stood as Parrish opened the door, Isaac leaving the room lightening fast. My phone vibrated in my pocket as we exited the station and I used my free hand to look at it, fearing that if I let god of Scott's hand, I'd drift away from the world.
The nemeton was what kept the fly trapped. Think you can find anything that's equally as powerful? Maybe even something that was part of it once?
My eyes traced over the pixelated words for a few moments before responding.
Meet us at the vet's.
"We need to see Deaton," I croaked and Scott and Lydia looked at me questioningly. "We need help and he's the only one that can offer it. Stiles is gonna meet us there."
The two nodded and soon we were off to Deaton's. Scott hand didn't once leave mine and I silently thanked him for it.
"Stiles said that it was the nemeton that keept it trapped," I told Deaton as we entered the back room of his office.
Deaton stopped in the middle of the room and turned to us. "The problem is, this isn't even a person you're fighting. It just looks like one. It's a spirit that's taken the shape of a human."
"The shape of our best friend," Scott corrected him.
"Someone caught it once, so someone can do it again, right?" Lydia persisted, arms akimbo.
Deaton shook his head sadly. "I don't know. This thing was trapped a long time ago, even before the nemeton was cut down. It doesn't have the same power anymore."
"Does anything have that power?" I inquired.
"Possibly. When the tree was whole, its wood was sometimes used to contain powerful objects, but those objects are very rare."
"Wait a second," Lydia interrupted him. "Powerful objects? Like an Alpha's claws?"
"Which Alpha?" Deaton probed curiously.
"Talia Hale." Deaton's eyes went wide as she continued. "Peter had them in this wooden box with a triskele carved on the lid. What if it was made from the nemeton?"
"It was," the druid confirmed.
"How do you know?" Scott asked, his eyebrows quirked up.
"Because I made it," he confessed. "It'll work."
The room fell silent, but soon Scott announced that he was going to call Derek, moving into the other room. I stayed next to Lydia nervously, a rush of different emotions invading my system. Guilt. Anger. Sadness. Determination. It made me dizzy.
"Derek's got the triskele box. He's going to meet us at the school," Scott told us as he reentered the room. Suddenly, Lydia swayed precariously on her feet and Scott and I steadied her.
"What's wrong?" Deaton questioned in concern.
"Something's happening. I had this sudden rushing feeling; like…"
"Like we're running out of time?" I finished for her. I could feel it too.
"Yeah," we looked up to put face to voice and saw Kira helping Stiles into the room. He looked even worse than a few hours ago and I felt worry add itself into the mix of emotions I felt. "I kind of got that feeling, too."
Feeling the need to do so, I hurried over to him and crushed his waist in my arms, kissing the part of his neck that I could reach. He pressed his lips to my temple and I felt the emotions whirling inside me come to a slow stop. How he was even standing, much less comforting me, I didn't know.
I pulled away enough to look up at him and caught him grimacing in pain. "Stiles…" I started slowly.
"Shh, I'll be okay. We need to hurry, yeah?" he assured me and I nodded reluctantly, following him as we lead everyone out of the office.
AN: Sorry sorry short chapter, but I wanted the ending to be long, so yeah. I cried writing Allison's death. I CRIED A LOT OK SORRY. IT HURT TO WATCH IT AGAIN LIKE A LOT.
kiraookami: To answer your question, I have a love-hate relationship with the finale. It was good, yeah, but I definitely did not like how they just brushed aside Allison's death without any closure. Plus, I kinda do not like how they're using Malia as a sort of 'replacement'. (JUST AN OPINION SO PLS DONT HATE ME OK SORRY I MEAN MALIAS GR8 BUT IDK I DONT TRUST HER) But yeah, all in all, a lot of Stydia = very happy me. And I really liked Deaton and Scott's conversation about 'returning to the mean' or something like that.
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