Chapter 29: The Last Chimera

Melissa had taken the bags of blood from the nurse and moved to quickly set them up to help with the transfusion as the surgeon moved to get the Sheriff comfortable and gassed for his operation.

"Stiles? Where's my son?" he mumbled through the mask.

Liam's stepfather was clad in medical scrubs and a surgical mask as he moved to stand over him. He moved to try and keep the man down as he started to thrash about. "Sheriff, you have to settle down," he told him.

But the Sheriff kept fighting against him. He moved his hand to try and take off his mask and pick himself up. "My son. I have to find Stiles!"

"Orderly!" the doctor yelled out.

"Where did he go? Where's Stiles?! I have to find my son!" the Sheriff ranted out, trying to fight against the orderly trying to keep him from throwing himself off the table.

"We have to sedate him, now!" the doctor ordered one of the nurses.

Quickly, Melissa moved to fix his mask back in place just before signaling to another nurse to start turning the knobs for the medicinal gas to be released from the tanks. There was a faint hiss heard as the Sheriff started breathing in the sleeping gas. Melissa moved to grab his hand as to draw his attention right to her.

"Hey," she muttered to him. "It's okay. We're going to find him."

The gas started to take some effect and his struggling started to lag as his muscles became numb. He was settling down and the nurses began to move to get him back firmly in the middle of the table. Melissa moved to hold his hand as his eyes started to grow heavy. Once they were closed, she then let him go and moved to help get started, so she didn't hear him speaking.

"Stiles...he...wolf," he managed to mutter before sleep took him.


Jordan Parrish was covered in ash from head to tow as he made his way into the bathroom. He moved to turn the knobs of the shower and soon enough, water started flowing down in his shower. The water was cool as Jordan felt that every part of his body was like it was aflame. The heat was so great that as soon as he moved to stand under the showerhead, steam rose up almost as soon as the first drops made contact with his skin. He barely noticed though as he just let the cool water run down upon him. He then started to try and clean himself, letting the ash and soot wash away and start flowing down the drain. After a few moments of letting himself cool down he then felt a hand come and lightly touch him at his face. Jordan leaned into the soft touch before he slowly turned around to find Lydia standing behind him. She was staring serenely at him as she let her hand fall slowly, letting her thumb rub against his lips, before it fell to caress his half cleaned torso.

The two just stared at each other for a moment before they moved to lean in and close the distance between each other. As their lips came together, Lydia quickly moved to wrap her hands and he felt her soft hands grasp around the back of his neck, right as their kissing grew more heated. It was a heat that Jordan seemed to revel in as he let his hands moved to grasp her hips. Yet, as soon as he did, Lydia seemed to pull herself from him. For a moment, he felt he might've gone too far but his gaze went down to see that there were a bunch of dried leaves all around her feet. It was as if she trekked them straight from the outside. He then looked over and noticed that the fingernails on her hands were soiled and had some blood on them as if she had been digging aggressively in the dirt.

"What's happening?" he gasped out.

"You're a harbinger of death Jordan. Don't you know?"

That didn't sound like Lydia. Her tone was hollow and sounded far off.

Jordan's face fell a bit. "Know what?"

"People have died. More are going to die. And there's someone out there who is dying right now."

"Who?" he asked. But Lydia just stared up at him. "Lydia, who is it?"

"You know who."

She then went and dropped something in Jordan's hand. It was a metal badge.

"Lydia?"

The next thing he knew, a loud car horn was blaring in his ears. Jordan gasped as he woke up and saw himself heading right into a pair of headlights shining right at him. He moved to turn the wheel and swerved his car to avoid running into the truck heading right for him. Jordan stopped the car out in the middle of the street and took a moment to calm himself down. After a few seconds of getting himself settled, he looked down to see that he was holding something in his hand. It was the badge that Lydia had just given him. Jordan recognized it. It was Stilinski's badge.

Staring at it, Jordan started to remember what had happened over the last few hours. He had been in the woods, just walking off with no clear destination in mind and yet felt like he knew where he was going. As he got deeper into the woods, his eyes seemed to heat up as he felt himself getting closer and then came upon Lydia lying out on the ground, staring off with glassed over look in her eyes. Next to her, had been the badge. He dimly then remembered carrying her back to his van to drive her to the hospital. Then Scott had come in and...his memory after started to fill into his head. He claimed that Theo Raeken had attacked her. The same boy that Stiles had voiced his suspicions about.

Jordan then started the car up again and started driving as he moved to phone the station. He needed to get in touch with Stilinski, or his son, whom he could dimly remember being at the station. It was Deputy Clark who picked up and he quickly asked for the Sheriff.

"No, of course Stilinski isn't here," Clark said to him.

"Where is he?" Jordan asked.

"Where is he?!" she repeated incredulously. "You're seriously asking that? Don't you know what's been happening?"

"What are you talking about? What's happened?"

"Well, let's start with you Parrish. You vanished. Do you know how many people you freaked out today? I'm one of them."

He couldn't see her but she was staring wide eyed at the holding cell where he had been held at earlier that day, with the bars bent and pulled off to the sides leaving a man sized hole in the center.

"I know," he said, shutting his eyes for a second in aggravation. "I don't really have an explanation right now, but I need to talk to the Sheriff."

"The Sheriff's in the hospital Parrish."

"What? What happened to him?"

"Don't know. Word is that he was brought there after he was mauled. Probably by the prehistoric animal that's seems to be prowling through the streets."

The Sheriff was at the hospital? Jordan was starting to wish he never left. "What about Stiles?"

"I don't know. He disappeared right after you did."

"Could he have gone to the hospital?"

"No, I don't think so. Scott McCall came earlier looking for him. Asked that if he turned up then we send him straight to the hospital before he took off."

"Maybe he went back home," said Jordan, more to himself than Clark.

"Okay Parrish, what is going on here?" Clark started growing hysterical. "You just go and lock yourself up, and Stilinski goes and lets you, right before you just up and leave. Something went and threw the sign in front of the high school right into one of the hallways. The library there is a total wreck. And right now, I'm seriously thinking about making a transfer."

Jordan didn't know what to say as he took another turn and then suddenly slammed his foot on the brakes. His van screeched to a halt and he moved to step out of the door and stared shell shocked at the sight in front of him.

"Yeah, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea," he muttered off before hanging up.

Before him was one of the town's local mechanics garage and it looked like a bomb went off. Out in front there was a car that was laying on its back with shards of broken glass from its windows showered all around. One of the walls at the side had a great big hole in it with bricks and splintered wood sprayed out like something inside went and crashed out from inside. As Jordan walked up to the place, he also took the time to notice spots of blood randomly sprayed everywhere, a lot of blood. Jordan also spotted claw marks here and there, on the ground and some cut into the walls and in a few of the bodies of the cars scattered around the place. Even more of the same as he walked inside. He had seen scenes like this before, more so after coming to Beacon Hills, but Jordan couldn't help but think there was one very important thing missing. People, or more accurately, bodies. As the thought crossed his mind, a bright orange flare passed by his eyes as he looked at a heavy spot of blood on the ground. As it did, he saw a flash of a young man with four deep claw marks carved through his chest up to his neck, with his pale glassy eyes staring off at him. After the flash vanished from his eyes, so did the body. As Jordan stood straight up, he looked over at the scene as a whole and his eyes went and burned a solid glow, and he then saw the image of all the bodies that should be here. He shut his eyes shut and opened them to show that the glow was gone again, and the bodies he had seen vanished just like the one before. Before he turned to leave, he froze as he noticed something off at the corner of the shop.

It was a familiar looking blue jeep.


After he watched Parrish taking Hayden's body away, Liam had just sat there, wallowing until he was snapped out of it when he heard Scott's roar echo from inside the school. A few moments later Mason had then come up to him and told him that Scott's mom was able to save him. Liam knew that he was the last person Scott would want to see so he just went and headed off before he or his mom came out.

Right now, Liam was crutched down behind one of the deputy cars as he eyed the station. He had walked all the way here from the high school, thinking that it was at least some good he could do. The last thing Hayden wanted was her sister and she couldn't even have had that. Now she was gone and there wasn't even a body for her sister to even see. He was at a loss. What was he even going to say? Every time he tried to think of something, all he could think about was holding Hayden's cold body in his arms. He snapped out of it when he saw Hayden's sister leaving out the door and heading for her van. Liam couldn't let her head on home not knowing that Hayden was never going to make it back ever again.

He owed it to Hayden to tell her sister the truth. The whole truth. Everything. He was about to go and try to catch her when he was surprised and stopped by Mason.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mason hissed at him.

Liam looked over to see that Clark was already in her van and had already started it up.

"Someone's got to tell her about Hayden," he said, moving to stand and do just that.

But Mason quickly pulled him back down. "That 'somebody' doesn't have to be you. Especially when you look like this," he said giving Liam a once over. Liam still had a few tears in his clothes and spots of blood everywhere from his fight with Scott. He knew that if Liam came up to her like this, as soon as Hayden's name was mentioned, what would be the first thought that would come to her mind. "She's going to think you killed her," he said, voicing it.

Clark's van then pulled out of her parking spot and she drove off, with Liam and Mason looking off after her.

"Maybe I did," Liam panted out.

"No, you didn't," Mason quickly shot back. He didn't need to smell chemo signals to know that Liam was oozing with guilt right now. "And, while the last few hours haven't been your best...this isn't the way to fix it. Look, she's going to find out but its not going to hurt any less coming from you."

Liam was fighting the tears that were threatening to come out of him. It didn't matter what Mason or anyone else said, Liam knew that it was his fault. He was barely registering Mason trying to help walk him out of the parking lot when he suddenly stopped as he caught a whiff of something. Something very familiar.

"Hayden," he gasped out. "it's her scent."

Mason sighed and guessed that it might be the grief talking. "Liam-" he tried.

But Liam cut him off. "No, she was here. She was right here."

"Liam, Hayden...Parrish carried her body off. You saw it."

Liam shook his head and pulled away from him. "No, the scent is fresh. Hayden was here." 'She's alive,' he thought out with a gasp.

But how?


Scott was cringing in pain as he tried to apply fresh treatment over his wound. He had only gotten back home barely a half hour ago after he had spent the majority of the night trying to find Stiles. After he had left Stiles' house, Scott had gotten on his bike and ridden to anywhere he could think of in trying to find him. He had first gone off for Malia's house, thinking that maybe he might've decided to stay with her after...the other night, but Scott was devastated to see that no one was home. Malia and her father were gone. After that, Scott rode off to check the station but only found Hayden's sister. He had to resist the urge to cringe as he spoke to her as he could tell that she had yet to learn about what happened to Hayden earlier tonight. He had to focus on finding Stiles right now. He tried the school next, and even the animal clinic, but there had been no sign of him or his jeep.

He had been feeling the night catch up with him and noticed that his shirt was stained with blood that was leaking out through his bandages. He headed on back home and went straight to his bathroom where he took off his jacket and shirt and saw that the bandages at where his mom treated him earlier was completely soaked with blood. Scott couldn't understand what was going on. While the scratches and claw marks that Liam made on him didn't seem to be bleeding anymore, they looked like they'd barely started to heal themselves closed. However, the real eye opener was the wound on his chest that Theo gave him. It seemed like it hadn't even started healing. Scott had only suffered wounds like this when he had been attacked by alphas, which didn't make sense as Theo wasn't even a real werewolf, let alone an alpha. But he was, so why hadn't his alpha healing started taking care of the wound already?

Scott turned to look up at the mirror and saw the weak and pitiful expression he had laid out on his face. The sight made him boil up in frustration. He let his primal urge to express it loose and was overcome with the desire to just vent out everything. He stared at the reflection of his eyes shifted and their red glow emerged. Scott gasped and gripped the sides of his sink tight as he saw that the crimson gleam in his irises wasn't as bright as usual. In fact, his eyes seemed to be dimming. He glared at them as he tried to force his shift to make them burn brighter, but his effort only had them dim even more and they soon started to flicker. Not only that, he grit his teeth and saw that his fangs were nowhere in sight. His teeth were flat and normal. After a moment, the glow of his eyes faded entirely and as soon as they did, Scott found himself short of breath. He was breathing hard and his body ached as if he had just finished a hard run. He looked up again at his reflection and he couldn't help but feel more frustrated and angry at the mere sight of himself. Scott then went and started shouting, hammering his hands down at the sink repeatedly, crying out in despair and pain.

After he bared out as much of that as he could, Scott moved to get himself re-dressed before he grabbed his bike helmet. He had to head back to the hospital and see to both Lydia and the Sheriff. He was heading on out but he was barely out of his room when he found everything around him starting to blur. Scott reached for his eyes to try and put some pressure on them but the blurriness soon was replaced with dizziness. Scott's legs started to crumble beneath him, like it was a struggle to just hold him up and he moved to lean against the wall to try and stay upright. He tried to keep moving but his grip on the wall slipped and he collapsed right on the floor. Everything seemed to go dark for him after that. The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake with someone calling his name.

"Scott, c'mon, wake up."

Scott started to stir and he lifted his head up to see that it was Parrish.

"What?" he muttered.

"Oh, thank god. What happened to you?"

Scott moved to try and lift himself to his knees with Parrish helping him. "I...I don't know. I was leaving to head to the hospital and, I guess I was just feeling a little...tired."

Parrish looked down and caught sight of the bloodstain that was on his shirt. "Well, given how this night has been turning out, maybe it shouldn't be that surprising." He then moved to lift Scott up so that he could get firmly back on his feet. Scott felt that weak feeling from earlier was now gone.

"Wait, Parrish, what are you doing here?"

The deputy sighed. "I needed to find you...because it looks like the night is still not quite over yet."


Satomi walked into her home with Brett, Trey and all the other betas she'd taken to try and trek through the woods close by the Devenford school and outer edges of town. They hoped that the Supermoon would be able to aid them in tracking down the one who had killed the Second of their pack, Wilson Grant. All of them, including Satomi, had worn and disgruntled looks on their faces. Anyone spotting them could guess that they hadn't had much luck. Lori came running up to them, with two other betas that had stayed behind, all three of them anxious and on edge for them to tell them the news.

"Well?" Lori asked after a moment. "Anything?"

But Satomi shook her head. "No. We couldn't find any trace of that shapeshifter anywhere."

Her news was followed by Brett letting out a frustrated inner growl as he slammed his hand down on the armchair of the sofa he threw himself into. "Wilson's killer is still out there."

"The Supermoon didn't help?" one of the betas behind Lori asked.

Trey answered. "It made us all stronger and enhanced all of our senses and abilities but...something happened."

"What?" asked Lori.

This time her brother answered. "While we were hunting, we felt this-" Brett seemed to take a moment to try to find the right word until he settled on a simple one. "Change, in the air. It was like a surge of power. It was kind of terrifying. Once we felt it, Satomi ordered us to run away and head back."

"It's not that simple," Satomi chimed. "Our augmented senses from the Supermoon were trying to warn us of danger. The kind that an animal feels when there is a predatory in their midst. Something has happened. Most likely, whomever Wilson's killer is probably felt the same survival instinct to run and hide as well."

"So we've lost them?"

"No," Satomi said, turning sharply to the beta that asked that. "Make no mistake. We will find them, whoever it is and when we do, we will, as a pack, tear him to pieces. That I promise." Every single one of the betas eyes narrowed in resolve. Each visualizing themselves taking part in that action, with their alpha heading the charge. "But, even if we couldn't track them down tonight, thanks to Stiles we now know for a fact that this killer can be linked to these chimeras that were created by the Dread Doctors. If we follow their movements, it should only be a matter of time."

Lori's eyes widened. "Uh, about that. Satomi, something's happened."

Satomi stiffened. She didn't like how Lori just said that. "What?"

Lori then went on and explained everything that Liam had told her when they talked earlier that day. All about Corey's death, Hayden's poisoning, and ended with Scott banishing Stiles from the pack. To say that the pack was shocked would be an understatement. Though it seemed that Satomi was just as horrified as she was shocked, not just of what befell Corey and Hayden, but of Scott's decision. She knew what this would this inevitably mean for everyone involved.

"I'm afraid it all gets worse," said a new voice.

Every werewolf then turned to look over as a woman calmly walked into the room. It was Ms. Ramsey, the Biology teacher from Beacon Hills High.

"Who are you?" asked Trey, a bit guarded.

"Settle down Trey," Satomi said pointedly. "A few of you already know her, but most of you have never had the pleasure. I suppose this is a good a time as any for me to formally introduce all of you to my emissary."

Less than a handful, including Lori and Brett, weren't surprised by the revelation, showing that they already knew. But the majority widened their eyes at meeting their pack's emissary for the first time.

"Yes," Ramsay said, folding her arms. "But I'm afraid we'll have to save the pleasantries for another time. Something happened at Beacon Hills High. Both in the early morning and just a few short hours ago. Something that I believe sheds light on two of our pack's problems tonight."


As Melissa removed her medical smock, she found herself breathing quite heavily. So heavily that it would look like she was on the verge of a panic attack. The operation on the Sheriff had concluded almost an hour ago and he was now laid up in a room, hooked up to heart monitors and a respirator. Not only that but a few minutes after the Sheriff's operation had finished, Melissa had come out and run into Lydia's mother, who was frantically asking about her daughter as soon as she spotted her. She brought her to Lydia's room and watched her break down at the sight of her daughter lying there, staring off and not reacting to anything.

"Melissa?" She looked over and saw Liam's stepfather standing to the side, looking concerned at her. "Are you alright?"

She took a deep breath and let herself nod. "I'm okay," she said in a raspy voice which made her clear her throat. She spoke again, sounding more calm and like herself. "I'm just...a little tired, that's all."

While it had been a long night, Melissa couldn't help but feel wide awake. It hadn't been her first operation but it was the first one that she had done with the life of someone she cared for on the table.

He nodded. "Don't worry, I understand. From what Liam tells me, the Sheriff's son and your son are pretty close."

"Yeah...they are."

"Any luck trying to reach him?"

"Scott's out there looking for him now."

"Okay, well we've done all we can for now. At this point, all we can do is pray he'll be able to recover. And listen, if you need to take some time-"

She cut him off. "It's fine. Right now, I need to be here."

Liam's stepfather then moved to leave her alone. Melissa then turned away and then just broke down. She just let it out and started crying. The grief that built over the course of this one night was now overwhelming her. First it was failing to help Hayden and watching her die, then it was holding Scott's dead body and then treating his fatal wounds at home, finding out Lydia was now seriously hurt and lying completely unresponsive, now there was the Sheriff being found savagely hurt and his son nowhere to be found. How much more could she take?

There was a knock over at the door, breaking her thoughts. One of her fellow nurses then started to speak through the door.

"Melissa?"

She quickly moved to wipe her face clean and moved to open the door. "What's wrong?"

The nurse informed Melissa that Scott and Parrish had returned and she moved to meet with them in morgue. Parrish moved to explain what he had found at the auto garage.

"How many people do you think there were?" asked Melissa.

"I don't know," Jordan answered, with a shake of his head. "Seemed like quite a few. I can't say for sure because there was sign of anyone. Alive or dead."

"Parrish brought me there and the place was filled with so much fear and panic in the air. All of it mixed with the heavy scent of blood. And death." Scott took a moment as the sight of all the blood and destruction he found flashed through his mind. While he had seen places were people had attacked or killed before, he had never seen one as bad as the one at the auto shop. "But there were no bodies anywhere."

Melissa looked over at the deputy. "Are you sure you hadn't just taken them already like you did with the others?"

"No. I don't know why but I just know I didn't take anything. I feel like I was drawn there because I was supposed to but I couldn't."

"Then what happened to the bodies?" asked Scott.

"Well we know they're not here. Trust me, if more bodies had come in tonight then I would've heard about it."

"That's not all." Jordan then looked up over at Scott. "Stiles' jeep was there."

"What? You found him?" Melissa quickly asked her son.

But he quickly shook his head. "No, he's still missing. I looked everywhere and I couldn't find him."

"Wait, you don't think he could've been-" Melissa started fearing the worse now. She would be able to handle it if one more person they loved was hurt, or worse.

Jordan raced to set her at ease. "No, don't worry. It doesn't look like he was there. The jeep was parked inside the shop, and I saw that front window was cracked. I think it was brought there to be worked on."

"Yeah, and when Parrish showed it to me, the first thing I did was look for Stiles' scent. I couldn't find it anywhere."

She quickly sighed. "Oh, well that's a small relief. But, what could've done that?"

Scott's jaw tightened up. "Probably the same thing that took the school sign and made it crash into the hall. My guess is whatever the Dread Doctors have been working on, they probably finished it."

"Another chimera? But, what kind of chimera could do all this?"

"I don't know. We have to find it."

"How?" asked Parrish.

"I think I might know."

With that Scott set off, out of the morgue and headed for Lydia's room. He had a feeling that Theo got to her for more than stopping to warn all of them about him. If the Dread Doctors latest chimera had been responsible for killing so many people, then Lydia might know something about it or at the very least point them in the right direction. Whatever Theo did to her, maybe he could undo it. Scott didn't know how but he had to try. He needed to do something right.

But, Lydia's mother was stopping him from even getting near her.

"Go away, leave her alone!" she shouted at him.

"Please," he said trying to make his way inside. He could barely make out Lydia's face, staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Ms. Martin, I just want to check her neck. I think I might be able help her."

"Help her?! You want to help her?!" She then gave him a shove. "Do you think I don't know who did this to my daughter in the first place?! I know exactly who did. It was you people! It is always you! Get out!" she said, giving him a harder shove.

"Scott!" his mother called from outside the room.

He took a look over at his mom, silently pleading to just let it be. He turned to give Lydia another look before looking back at Ms. Martin. "I'm sorry."

With that, he left without another word or resistance. Ms. Martin then moved to slam the door shut behind him, hard, and letting a few silent tears loose.

"I told you to stay in the car," Lydia suddenly started mumbling out.

Her mother looked over her in shock as Lydia kept repeating the same thing, with the same spaced out look in her eyes.

"Hey," Scott heard his mother say beside him as they walked off. "She didn't mean it. She's just upset. You know what happened to Lydia is not your fault."

Scott wished he could believe that. "I don't know what else to do."

It was times like this where he could count on Stiles to help him think of what to do next. They needed his help. He needed his help. But, where was he?


It was dark and empty as Stiles found himself wandering through the high school. His footsteps seemed to echo through the halls with each step he took. Stiles didn't seem to know where exactly he was heading but he couldn't help but feel that he was getting closer to where he needed to go. He made a turn and it took him to right in front of the library. The door was wide open and he made his way inside but stopped just a few feet inside and as he completely seized up.

The place was covered in bodies. There were spread about everywhere, from across the floor, to some lying on the tables, to a few hanging off the stairs and upper walkways. Most of them looked like they had been mauled. There were deep and bloody claw marks cut into almost all of them. Stiles backed out into the hallway but still had his eyes locked at the contents of the room, unable to pull them away.

"Yes, quite the beautiful sight. So sublime that you just have to look away."

Stiles turned around and stiffened up when he saw that he was looking at...himself. Though the surprise faded after over a second when he narrowed his eyes. The look, the taste in clothes, and even the paleness of his skin, Stiles knew who this was though he had hoped he would never see him again.

The Nogitsune. Void.

"You," he growled.

"Me," he said, breaking into a twisted smile.

"You can't be," Stiles tried to deny. This couldn't be real.

"Oh, sure I can Stiles."

"No," Stiles said, before pointing at him. "This is just a dream."

"Yes, but aren't dreams supposed to reveal your innermost thoughts. The feelings one has buried or hidden down deep in the subconscious."

"No!" he roared at him. "I'm not going to let you back into my head."

At that, Void broke into a loud, mirthful laugh. "Let me back in?" he wheezed out. "Stiles, I never left. After all, you've been showing me off every single time you flash those new baby blues of yours." At that, Stiles' eyes lit up with their blue glow which made Void let a happy little chuckle loose. "Yeah, there they are. Much more enticing than the gold, wouldn't you say?"

Stiles blinked and shook his head until the glow went away as Void kept staring him down. A moment later, Void rose his eyebrows when he went and let a chuckle loose himself.

"Heh, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you sound a little jealous." Stiles then broke into an amused smile. "Hey, I get it dude. I mean, I guess there's not really much to be happy about when you're just a fly trapped in a little wooden box."

Void just stared at him, not rising to Stiles' bait or losing any of his composure. He then moved to head on inside like he was taking a relaxing stroll in the park. "Jealous isn't the word I would use. I'm sort of in awe of your handiwork."

Stiles stomped on after him. "Awe? Of what?"

But Void suddenly stopped just short of the middle of the room. He then looked down to the side and Stiles followed his sight and saw Donovan's body. It was skewered just like it had been the night that he had attacked him.

"What, of this?" Stiles said, with a bit of a growl. "You're easily impressed."

"I never said I was impressed. Check your grammar Stiles. I said I was in awe. As awed as Scott is I imagine. Of what you've done, and even more in what you truly are."

"And what's that?"

The next moment, Stiles looked out and saw that the bodies lying scattered about were that of the pack. Liam, Malia, Lydia, Kira, Deaton, Scott's mom and his own father. Each of them, shredded and torn up. Stiles then turned and saw Scott's own body, his dead eyes staring accusingly back at him. Stiles looks down and sees both his hands completely caked in blood.

"What you are and what you will inevitably do," said Void.

"No," Stiles gasped.

"Yeah. This is what he sees every single time he looks into your eyes. Well, maybe not half as much as he sees-"

The bodies suddenly all disappear and Stiles turns to look back at Void but instead sees Allison's body, with a samurai sword stuck in her. Stiles gasps at the sight.

"I did try to warn you, didn't I?" he hears Void's voice calling out to him. "Scott doesn't look at you and see his best friend or brother anymore. He only sees what took his beloved away from him. And what will take everything and everyone else away. An animal. A beast. That's why he had to get rid of you. You're nothing to him now. You are nothing, period. Practically...void." Void's finishing tone was thick with shrewd dark humor.

"No!" Stiles gasps as he sits up.

"Ahh!" another voice sounded off, startled.

Stiles was breathing hard as he moved to wipe the sweat from his brow. He finds that he's not at the school anymore, but is lying on some couch. He squints his eyes as there is some sunlight beaming down at him through some shutters hanging off a nearby window. He adjusts himself to be out of its way and sees that he is in some kind of living room, one he doesn't recognize. And he isn't alone. Sitting in a chair off to the side was somebody that Stiles did recognize. Virgil Edelman. He was watching him tensely.

"You're awake," Virgil mumbled out.

"Virgil? Wait, where am I?"

"This is my place," he answered. "I brought you here."

"You brought...what?" Stiles said, completely confused.

Stiles moved to try and get ready to leave but he then found that the blanket he thought he was wrapped in was actually a car tarp. and he was completely naked underneath. "Please don't tell me..."

Virgil's eyes widened. "That's what you're concerned about? That I had haul you here naked and wrapped in a tarp? Something not easy by the way, especially when you don't want to be seen by your neighbors hauling a wrapped up body over your shoulders. Not that you were a gargantuan attack dog?"

"Well, it's nice to have perspective," Stiles shrugged.

Virgil rolled his eyes and his tension seemed to go and loosen a bit. He then headed into a room and came out a few moments later with some clothes. "Here, see if these fit," he said, throwing them at him.

"Thanks," he said gathering them up before he got up and walked over to the next room, still wrapped in the tarp like a human taco.

After the door closed shut behind Stiles, Virgil looked back over at the coffee table next to his favorite cushy armchair. he had been sitting on before. After he had dropped Stiles on his couch, he threw himself into that chair and let himself get some semblance of sleep before he woke up and found that Stiles had still been out. He then had reached into his pouch and brought out his tarot deck and tried to do a reading. The Magician was on display, Stiles' soul card, and there were two cards on either side of it. Stiles had woken up and startled him before he could see what they were. Virgil went over and turned them over. The card to the left of Stiles was The Fool in the reversed position. Then he flipped the card to the right and saw that it was The High Priestess. Virgil remembered that The Fool had been Scott McCall's soul card. He knew that he and Stiles were pretty close friends so if his card was in this reading, then it stood to reason that he was somehow involved. So, where did The High Priestess fit in? Or rather, who else did?

Virgil didn't get much time to think on it as Stiles had come in, fully dressed up in the long sleeve shirt and jeans he had given him.

"Thanks for the clothes," he said to him.

Virgil moved to pack up his cards. "Yeah, it's the least I could do. Seeing as how you saved my life last night."

Stiles blinked. "I did?"

"Yeah, don't you remember?"

Stiles took a moment and tried to focus on what recalling everything that happened. He slowly shook his head. "Everything feels fuzzy."

"Well, I'll be happy to answer some of your questions." But Virgil narrowed his eyes. "As long as you answer some of mine."


A/N: The night of the Supermoon has now officially ended. Amazing what could happen in one night and how much people's lives can change in the course of it. Next, we'll see Scott and Stiles meet up for the first time since their fight at the animal clinic and when they do, its instantly clear that things couldn't be more different. But they don't have time to dwell on that with the life of Stiles' dad hanging over their heads and a pack of chimeras still out there, along with a new threat waiting to pounce.