Footsteps filled the air, and I turned to see Lydia and Stiles running out of the tunnels. Lydia saw Allison and rushed to her side, collapsing onto the ground. I crossed my arms and watched as she began sobbing.
Out of my peripheral vision I saw Stiles coming towards me and I had no time to react before he pulled me into a tight embrace. My head fell onto his shoulder as he held me, and I could feel my eyes begin to glow.
"Olivia." He whispered, rubbing my back. I shut my eyes and connected to his emotions, feeling pain and regret, yet comfort. I felt completely overwhelmed as every emotion flooded back into me. I pulled away from the hug and looked into his eyes, knowing mine were bright yellow. He gave me a nod of reassurance and moved a strand of my hair back before letting me go.
Lydia's loud sobs brought me out of the moment and I turned to see Allison on the ground. The pain felt like a stab to the heart, and I stepped back in disbelief. My eyes stung as tears started pouring.
"Allison!" I yelled, throwing myself towards her still body. She had been a part of my life for almost two years, and now she's gone. My heart raced as Scott picked her up from the ground, carrying her to her father.
Everyone's eyes were filled with tears and all I could hear was quiet sniffles. Nobody dared to speak as Allison's father held her, tears falling onto her body. Stiles placed his hand on my back, rubbing it softly.
"Olivia, is there anything else you can tell us?" Deputy Parrish questioned as I sat in the Sheriff's office. Mr. Argent had instructed us on what to say and gave us a cover story. I pursed my lips, shaking my head.
"I'm sorry. It just happened so fast." I replied quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Sheriff Stilinski rubbed my back just like his son did the night before, and I wiped a single tear away.
"It's okay. You can go back to your friends, sweetheart." Stilinski spoke sympathetically. I stood up, smiled at the two men, then left the room.
"Are you okay?" Stiles approached me, still looking sick as ever.
I took in a deep breath, "Yeah, are you?"
"I'm trying. Hey, go home and get some rest." He suggested softly, and I nodded. He pulled me into a quick embrace before I left the station.
I laid in bed for over an hour trying to fall asleep. All I could think about was Allison falling to the ground and dying in Scott's arms. She didn't deserve that. Nobody does. I turned over in my bed and picked up my phone to see that I had a missed call and a voicemail. I dialed my voicemail and put the passcode in.
Olivia, it's Lydia. There was an attack at the police station and the hospital by the Oni. We talked to Kira's mom and we have an idea on how to end all of this. Meet us at the school in like 20 minutes, please. Stay safe. I love you.
The message was sent ten minutes ago, so I was supposed to meet them at the school in ten minutes. I ran downstairs, told my mom that I was going to see Lydia, and left my house.
When I got to the school, Stiles jeep was pulling in also. Scott, Kira, Stiles, and Lydia filed out of the vehicle, and I made my way over to them. Stiles was faltering all over the place while Lydia made an attempt at holding him up. We walked to the front entrance of the school, and I took over for Lydia. Stiles was practically dead weight and was extremely heavy.
"Scott, hold on." Stiles spoke, stopping everyone in their tracks.
"I know what you're all thinking, that if this works it might kill me too. But even if it does, you have to go through with it. Just stick with the plan, okay?"
"The plan is to save you. That's the plan I'm going with." Scott countered, opening the doors to the school.
When I stepped into the building, I felt light snow fall onto my body. It wasn't the school, it was some sort of garden and everything in sight was covered in bright white snow. The door slammed behind us while I rubbed my forearms. It was extremely cold, and I wasn't exactly dressed for this kind of weather.
"Well, this was definitely not part of the plan." Stiles let out a sigh, his voice raspy and dry.
Kira put her hand out, observing the small flakes that landed on it. The sound of footsteps filled the air, and I turned my body around to see the bandaged figure again. The real Nogitsune. Kira pulled her katana out, ready to defend us.
"Like I promised Stiles, we're going to kill all of them, one by one!" The Nogitsune's loud voice rang out through the snowy area, causing me to wince slightly.
The Oni appeared out of nowhere behind him and stood their ground.
"What is this? Where are we?" I inquired, keeping Stiles close to me. Even when he is sick and tired, he still makes me feel protected.
"Between life and death." The Nogitsune replied while inching closer to the five of us.
"Bardo." Lydia stated quietly, looking down to the snow that had collected on the ground.
"But there are no peaceful deities here, Lydia. You're dying, Stiles." I cringed at the sound of his voice, especially him saying Stiles was dying.
"Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles?" The Nogitsune spoke, now a few feet away from me.
"No, and I dont want to." Stiles answered sternly, tightening his grip on me. I looked up at him and took in a shaky breath.
"When a samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honor, but that's not the cut that kills him. The killing stroke is made by his kaishakunin, who beheads the samurai with his own katana. Scott is your kaishakunin. I'm going to make your best friend kill you, Stiles. And you're going to let him. Because just like you, they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an Oni's blade. Unless Scott kills you first." Stiles turned to glance at me after the Nogitsune spoke, then shifted his weight onto his other foot. He then pulled away from my grasp and picked up Kira's katana.
"Stiles, no!" I shrieked, reaching for the sword. Stiles stepped further way from me and held the katana to his stomach.
"What if it saves you? What if it saves all of you?" He asked, keeping the weapon in front of him. I pursed my lips and shook my head.
"What if it's just another trick?" Lydia spoke up, making a good point. I turned to face her, then returned my eyes to Stiles.
"No more tricks, Lydia. End it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for him what he cannot do for himself. Do it, Scott. Be his kaishakunin. Give up the game. You have no moves left."
Stiles stared into the reflection coming from the katana, then exhaled a deep breath.
"I do. A divine move." He said, dropping the sword onto the snow.