The Reluctant Champion

by thequietone309

Six months after the series finale, Scott McCall has been feeling helpless and doubting that he's a good alpha by the way things have gone with him and his friends. He has also been having dreams such vivid about a young woman he has never met. With the way things have been going Scott just wants an ending where no one dies because of him and that he can finally get it right.

11. Chapter 11: Out of Options

The Knight laid dead, with his head a foot away from his body. The girl stood over the body victorious, she then turned her attention to the sword she had in hand. She examined the blade as it cooled down losing its crimson red color from the heat of the fire. She then turned to her hand seeing the cut slightly healed.

"Strange." The girl said.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked.

The girl looked up at Scott. She then turned back to the sword.

"I don't think I'll be able to do that again." The girl said.

Derek looked over the dead body of the knight before looking up at the girl.

"Where did you learn how to fight like that?" he asked.

"You thought I was only good with a knife, I hate to burst your bubble, but I know how to handle a lot of weapons."

"No argument there." Argent said.

"Can I keep this?" the girl asked, "It's been so long since I've held one, let alone even fought with one."

"You may."

"Thank you." The girl had a smile from ear to ear.

"You're welcome."

The girl leaned to the side to look at Stiles, "Sorry about your bat." She apologized.

"That's okay." Stiles said, "Bad idea anyway to use it."

"Actually, it wasn't a bad idea at all."

Stiles scratched the back of his head shyly.

The girl then turned to the body and used her foot to turn it over.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked.

"Trying to see if he's a member of the Knots." The girl answered, "Looks like just a random prick who thought he had it in a bag, funny enough, he was already dead." The girl said picking up his hand and showing it to the others.

"How do you know that?" Scott asked.

"If you lived long enough you'll learn a few tricks here and there. However, to answer your question my dear friend, there's no blood."

"Probably because you cauterized it." Stiles said.

"No, look."

The girl took the knife and stabbed it into the back of the knight and pulled it out showing that there was no blood on the knife.

"If this man was alive, actually living even if I just killed him blood would still exist inside his body since he was just recently killed. However, as we can all see, there is no blood present so there for this man or this thing was never alive, but rather something amongst the living perhaps something of the undead."

"A vampire." Derek said.

"I've met quite a few in my days, but even they have blood in them, and theirs is kind of stale."

"You didn't."

"Take a bite out of a vampire, not at the neck at least. I licked the knife the blood was on. I was quite theatrical back them."

"Stale." Scott asked.

"If something's not alive then the blood won't have how you say flavor least life in it. I mean you've taste blood haven't you, when you bit your beta, you've tasted his blood."

"I don't remember."

"How can you not remember, you bit him didn't you?"

"I did, and it was a spare of a moment kind of thing."

"So you just bit him?"

"He was dangling off the side of the roof and the wendigo tried to eat him."

"So why didn't you kill the Wendigo."

"He was killed by some assassin with no mouth and he had an ax."

"Tomahawk." Derek corrected.

The girl showed an expression of confusion.

"It was a deadpool." Argent explained.

The girl nodded.

"Meredith kind of brought all together." Stiles explained, "But the main mastermind was-"

"We should go." Derek said, "We need to find the others and get out of here."

"So be it." The girl said, "We'll have to even more vigilant, if the dead are rising then that means soon this land will be lost. I'm surprised this one even still had its humanity."

"When you mean the land will be lost, do you mean the dead will take over?" Sheriff asked.

"In some cases, the land itself will eat itself to avoid festering, but even the land itself doesn't know what to do. It so unbalanced that I'm worried we're up against a ticking time bomb."

"The boy." Scott said, "You said something like this happened when the dead raised, right?"

"Yeah, once was a necromancer and I put him down and the other time was a young boy."

"Who wanted his family back."

"Yeah, he managed to bring the dead back with just his own sheer will."

"You put down a little boy." Sheriff asked.

"No, she didn't." Scott quickly defended, "The little boy chose to do it himself and when he did, he died too."

"Oi he was just asking a question." The girl said.

"It wasn't your fault."

"I mentioned to you earlier Lawkeeper that someone had meddled and they brought the dead back to life, he was the one I put down, now as for a little boy no I could not touch him only because his intent wasn't causing havoc like the monk who brought up the plague or the necromancer who wanted revenge on the town because they shunned him for not keeping his hands to himself and his lost his place among the church."

"So, if the meddler lets go, what happens." Scott said.

"I told you if the meddler chose to let go then everything should go back to normal."

"By normal, you think you'd be put back in a coma."

"If it means that I wasn't supposed to wake up yet, then yes."

"There has to be another way."

"Well, what do you foresee in this? A choice has to be made, a battle must be fought, a war must be won even if there are some sacrifices to make."

"And this is what you foresee."

"I foresee us still arguing about this and coming to absolutely no resolution, so what's the use arguing about it when we have more important things to worry about, like regroups and getting to a safer location. Shall we go?"

The girl started to lead the way without knowing where to lead, the girl kept walking anyway.

"All right you heard the girl.' Sheriff said, "Let's find the rest of the gang and get out of here. Come on."

The men started to walk, but something caught Stiles' eye, he noticed a piece of paper sticking out form the knight's armor. He knelt down and took the piece of paper. It was all folded and old. He unfolded the paper to see what it was as a surprised look came across his face. Whatever the piece of paper had shocked him to his core.

'Stiles." He father called.

He turned to him and looked back at the paper before refolding it and putting it in his pocket. He went to catch up to his father as they continued to walk the woods.

All of this was watched by the scarecrow who stayed far from a distance.

"Strong girl." The scarecrow said.

A crow landed on a branch just next to them cawing.

"Trains coming." He said, "All abroad."

Elsewhere, Lydia, Parrish and Theo were walking the woods.

"How's everyone?' Parrish asked.

"Kind of getting blinded here." Theo replied.

"Lydia, you okay?"

"Kind of having trouble breathing." She replied.

"It's okay." Parrish calmed, "We'll be out of here in no time."

They walked just a few feet ahead before they reached a dead stop.

"What is that?" Theo asked.

"You don't recognize it?" Lydia asked as she stepped closer.

"Recognize what?"

"That's the Nemeton. It's the Nemeton."

"I think that's wrong stump."

"No, it's the Nemeton, I know it is."

"How?"

"I just do."

The Nemeton stayed almost dried up, shriveled up like a flower, it was almost hollow, no life left in it.

"What is that?" a voice asked.

The trio turned and saw the girl not too far from the men.

"Scott Stiles is that you?" Parrish asked.

"Yeah its really us, no bad guys here." Stiles said.

"Sheriff?"

"Yeah we're here, just give me a bit, we took a hit back there." Sheriff proclaimed.

"A hit? You both took a hell of a hit." The girl said.

"What happened?" Parrish asked.

"It was that knight character, but we don't have to worry about them anymore." Argent declared, "This one single handedly took him down."

"Again, you never stop surprising us." Parrish said, "How you do it this time, with your bare hands again?"

"A sword." The girl replied as she got closer to the shell of the Nemeton.

"A sword? Where did she get a sword from?"

"Me." Argent replied, "It was in my bag."

"Along with crossbows and more bullets." The girl added.

"Sounds about right."

The girl walked around the Nemeton as if trying to find an answer.

"What is this?" she asked.

"The Nemeton." Lydia asked.

"It's a shell. The land is trying to save itself."

"Have you seen something like this before?" Argent asked.

"Not like this. There was an attempt, but obviously it failed."

The girl placed her hand onto the stump. She slid her hand across the smooth surface of the stump, "Its still alive, but barely."

Lydia wals up to the girl. The girl simply takes her hand and put it on the Nemeton.

"Can't you feel it?" she asked.

Lydia shook her head giving a sympathetic smile, "No."

"We need to jump start it."

"Jump it." Stiles asked, "Like a car?"

The girl nodded 'Yes."

"Why?" Scott asked.

"When a car battery still holds a charge what does that mean?"

"The battery still work, just barely." Stiles said, "You'll have to replace it, but until then charge it or jump start it."

"We need to jump start it. It still has a spark, so if we jump start it, then it might just put the spark back into the land. If it does that then maybe it will help somewhat solve the problem."

"Like stop the meddler."

"Without actually stopping them. We don't need to know who they are just yet, we just need to foil they're plot."

"If they had a plot." Stiles asked.

"Right, so why cause mass chaos just to do it without a plot."

"Why?"

"Precisely."

"I'm sure they had good intentions." Sheriff added.

"So did the little boy. And look what happened to him."

"What little boy?" Parrish asked.

The girl sighed tired of telling the same story over and over again, "Lawkeeper here will how you say fill you in on the details."

Parrish looked at the Sheriff confused, but Sheriff nodded letting him know that he will be filled in.

Theo cleared his throat to get attention back to the situation at hand.

"So little miss thing, how do we jump start this." He asked.

"First we need to find the others, then we will conduct a ceremony. A ritual."

"Another one?" Derek asked.

"Yes, another one."

"What ritual is this?"

"The summoning of the eight elements. It will bring energy back into the Nemeton, thus its power will come back and perhaps lessen the weight on this land."

"Eight elements."

The girl nodded.

"What are they?"

"Earth, water, air, fire, ice, light, animal life, and plant life."

"Finally." Donavon said as he regrouped with the others, "Why everyone-"

"Do you still have your light?" the girl asked.

'Yeah."

"Good because we need both light and fire."

"For what?"

"a ritual."

"Another ritual?"

"Yes and I shall require something dead again."

"I can't get you a chicken, I was luck enough to get one that time."

"The bear."

"We are not going to go in search for that bear." Sheriff kindly protested.

"Well we need a dead animal to symbolize animal life."

"Would roadkill work." Donavon joked.

"Actually yes, that would work. It's a dead animal and we need and it'll represent the element we need."

"I was kidding."

"I'm not."

Lydia scratched her head and noticed something in her hair, she pulls on a strain of hair where a feather from a crow comes into view.

"Would this work?" she asked.

The girl turned as she was being presented with the feather. She took it and examined it.

"Yes it would actually, thank you."

"What else do you need?" Theo asked.

"Any and all plant life, simple."

"So a tree branch?"

"All right fine, since this is so hard for you to comprehend, I'll go find what I need then."

"He's just being an ass." Corey said, "He always was. What else do you need?"

"Now, I need, fire, light, ice, water, and air."

"How do you capture air?"

"A dream catcher."

"A dream catcher." Cora said.

The girl nodded, "Know where we could get one/"

"No." Cora said annoyed.

"Cora." Derek lightly scolded.

"What, a dream catcher, a Native American thing that catches bad dreams."

"Its actual a talisman, one for protection they believe bad dreams were curses possible demons trying to get into the body and cause sickness." The girl explained, "To protect the children."

"You just can't get any weirder."

"Oh my God." Malia said.

"Would a fan work?" Kira asked.

"A fan/" the girl questioned, she stopped and thought, "Air. That could work, yes. A Fan would be a great token to symbolize air. Where do we get one?"

Kira went into her pocket and pulled out a fan. With a flick of her wrist, the paper fan opened showing a beautiful design of a tiger and dragon. At the very ends of it were spikes. Kira gave the fan to the girl and she examined this.

"Where did you find this?" the girl asked.

"I made it."

"You made this?"

"I did."

"Very talented, my girl."

"I learned a few things during my time with the Skinwalkers."

"Skinwalkers? Did you escape from them?"

"No it took a bit to try to convince them that I had to go back. I kept feeling like something was wrong."

"By were you with them. Usually those creatures are good ones to align yourself with. Even how they become, they aren't ones to be around."

"What are they Wendigos." Donavon asked.

"They are shapeshifters, they are Native American Legends just like the Wendigo." Tracey explained, "They are believed to take the skins of animals and change into them. Much like the Berserkers. They can also mimic voices and sounds."

"Very good." The girl commented, "Now then answer this question, how does one become one?"

"You have to do unspeakable things."

"Very good, very true."

"One of which can be killing you whole family."

"Cursing a child the moment they were born. Look at the Jersey Devil one example."

"Not all of them are bad ones." Kira said.

"No?"

"No, the ones that I'm with are healers."

"So its tribe thing. Interesting. So tell me how does Kitsune get in league with skinwalkers?"

"I had a problem, the dread doctors did something to me. And it kind of caused an imbalance within me. So I'm with them so I can have control over the fox spirit."

"Do they want anything in return/" the girl asked intrigued.

"No."

"So they just wanted to help? They ask for no payment, no bargain, nothing in return?"

"No."

"Strange those devils are said to make bargains, that's how one becomes."

"I guess they just wanted to help."

"I bet. No then I'll need the half wendigo to make me ice."

"What/' Donvanon said confused.

Then a loud bone chilling roar echoed through the woods. The eeriest things was no one could pin point what direction it came from.

"What was that?' Ste asked.

"You think it was that thing that took Houdini?" Boyd asked.

"No." Derek replied, "that was something else."

"La Bete." Lydia said, "The beast."

"The one that was at the school? The one that hell hound here fought? That beast?" the girl asked.

"Yeah.' Lydia swallowed.

"Looks like that ritual's going to have to be put on hold." Argent said.

"But if we don't do it, the Nemeton won't have its power back, and if it can't have its power back, then the land and everything in it is doomed. Including us. Everything will be swept away. What's separating the chance the the Ghost Riders are here just to do that, in which they did last time? What if they are here to help the land go back in balance."

Another roar came this time a little closer.

"Whatever we needed to do we can't do it now.' Scott said.

"Right." Derek agreeded.

"Where are we supposed to go?' Mason asked.

"Anywhere, but here.' Scott said.

He took the girl's hand and started to take the lead with her in tow.

Going in blind and no idea where to go, he kept running until he stopped at the edge of a lake.

"Shit." He said.

He looked around thinking they could walk the edge, but with the way things looked no edge was found. The lake stretched for miles.

"What is it?" the girl asked.

"We can't cross." Scott replied.

The girl went to the water and put her hand on the surface just barley, she closed her eyes. A small wave of ice was made, but it kept switching back and forth before he attempt proved to be a failure. She looked up at Scott with a saddened expression.

"Sorry.." she apologized.

"No, its okay." Scott soothed, "You did better than me. There's got to be a way."

"Hey you too." Hayden shouted.

The two looked down from them and saw a group of boats.

"You coming or not/" she asked.

"Boats.' The girl said.

"Yeah boats."

The girl got up and started to walk in that direction.

"Let's go." She said.

She started to lead the way. Scott followed behind. The two went on the dock. The girl was helped into a boat as Scott jumped into another boat.

With paddles in hand they all started to sail the lake until they found land. As they want across they could see some of the devastation. that the fire left behind.

Sometime had passed, Stiles looked at the girl who was accesing her new injuries. He pulled out the paper he found.

"Houdini." He said.

"That's not my name, but okay." The girl said.

'I was wondering if you could tell me what this was."

He showed the picture which turned out to be a sketch of the girl with her likeness in extreme detail. Almost like a sketch one would see on the news when a criminal is on the loose.

"Where did you get that?" the girl asked surprised by this.

"I found it back there, it was from the knight." Stiles explained.

The girl sighed.

"What is this? Are you some kind of criminal?"

"In your land's definition of a criminal, yes. However that is not what it is. I do not have a bounty on my head, least not in the traditional since. I am more valuable alive, than dead."

"Why is that?'

"Many leaders, have wasted away trying to fight impossible victories. Conflicts that have last years and still no resolution. I am what you would call an army of one. The bringing of good fortuine, the harbinger of death. Even though I am no omen, or joaner."

"Joaner?"

"It's a gypsy term, its another way of saying jinx. It never ends."

"What do you do?"

"I'm not proud of what I've done, although its fun to brag about, but that doesn't change anything. I've done things, for good reasons, yet it could not be justifiable in the law of man. I have granted general victories in wars, I've placed cities, lands on maps. I've put wars in the history books, which are wars you've never heard of. I'm made soldiers into heroes, and made men into kings. I've raised giants over my head and cut mountains down the sizes. What you say back there is nothing compared to what I have done, what I can do. I can bring an army of 10,000 down to its knee before sunrise. With a wave of my hand I can bring people to their knees. I can make the strongest of armies cry like little babies, begging for mercy, calling for their mothers. I am sought after for what I can bring them, they like what I can give them. Generals have slit each other throats just to acquire my services."

'So you're like an assassin?"

The girl shook her head, "I've killed assassins for they were after me. I was more of a boogieman. A boogieman who you send to kill the boogieman. Even they were afraid of me. Yet everything I have done, all of the bloodshed. The cracked bones, and lives taken, all of which done for a cause I wanted to fulfil. All done in vain, all for not. Kala is going to have field day when she finds out. All of this just go home, yet no home to return to. Through it all of constantly getting the short end of the stick, at yet I still got the short end of the stick. How's that man?"

"Do you know what could be after you, like someone who has a score to settle?'

"Many, but I don't see them having the balls to do so. Let alone going through this much trouble to try and prove a point. Besides it doesn't feel like a score. How can I exaplin, it doesn't feel like, like the monk he had a score so he brought a plague, the Necromancer had a score, but the boy, he wanted his family back. This is that. The meddler wanted something, not settling a score, they wanted something. Question is what did they want, and how did they do it. Because this this is chaotic, they caused the balance to rearrange itself. Magic was involved, then again the question is did they make a deal or not."

"They didn't." Stiles quickly answered.

"They didn't."

"Yeah."

"How do you know/'

"what?" Stiles said realizing he let it slip.

"You said they didn't make deal. How would you know they didn't?"

"Uh," Stiles tired to think of a lie in the best way, he was not good at lying, but he knew he had to think of something quick, "Because if they did make a deal, then the one who hold that deal would've made themselves known. Like the Devil. I mean he wants to be known so I don't see how he would be involved and not make himself known, because he loves to take credit for his work."

The girl looked at him confused, and yet nodded her head, "He does do that. A lot. That is why he is an attention whore."

Stiles let out a sigh of relief

"Beside he wants nothing to do with me, so I don't see why he would do this."

"Bet he feels it would be a waste, since you made it here all on your own."

"True, he wants nothing to do with our kind. He scared of us."

"Scared."

'Very."

'How would the Devil be afraid of you?'

"Because what we can do, because I can do, what we are. We don't need permission, we're not bound by rules. Why do you think he gave us the Hellhounds?"

Stiles turned to Parrish who was helping row the boat he was in.

"He gave you the hellhounds?' Stiles asked.

"Not me personally, but my kind. No matter what version of origin we came from, we always got the Hellhounds, we command them."

"So if you wanted, you could turn Parrish against us?"

'If I was the villain of the story then yes, but I merely wish to go home. I paid my dues, so I should have the right to go home."

"What about Oregon?" Stiles asked.

"Portland is out of the question."

"Don't you want to go back home.'

'I do, but its not Portland. It seems to be the old, it was always the old world."

"Europe."

"Yes."

"Family there?"

'Not anymore I think?"

"Why?"

"He was not happy when he found out who I was. Quite frankly I didn't know who he was. We both didn't know, but he made it clear he wants nothing to do with me."

"Anyone else?"

"Not that I am aware of, if so they are asleep."

"Like in a coma?"

"No, like sleeping beauty. Only thing that could wake them is the blood of a relative of that bloodline. So if I was to go to sleep the only thing that would wake me is the blood of my brother, but judging how things were he would not want to wake me."

"What's his name?"

'Jack."

"Jack what?"

"Just Jack he never gave me his last name just told me his name was Jack."

"So say you did go back into your coma, what do you think will happen?"

"A good question, I don't know, but I feel the disturbance is lifting little by little, the witch, the knight, the ankukatan. I mean if I were to be put back into a coma, then maybe it will help. If anything something happened that shouldn't have happen at least not like this."

"What if the meddler had good intent."

"Then they had good intentions the real question would be how they did it? Say if your speculation was right that they did not make a deal, then how would they have done it. Could it have been magic? Could it have been them, they're wants they're will that manifested this."

"Dreams."

"Dreams? Why would dreams be apart of the equation?"

Stiles couldn't think of a lie, but perhaps stretch the truth a bit, "You what they say dreams do come true."

"Like a wish?"

"That could be another way." Stiles played into it.

"Then what would they wish for, what was the dream they wished to happen? The real question is how, how did this happen."

"I mean it could be melatonin."

"That's' for sleep not for dreaming. Then again mugwort would help with sleep too it also help with digestive systems, it can be used as a laxative, it is said to help with menstrual cycle, I don't know what that is, it sounds like some kind of growth cycle. It also has some magical properties to it."

"Really?" Stiles said trying to sound intrigued, "How is that?"

"Its believed that shamans use it for shamanic journeying. Deep relaxation, it even helps with banish negative energies, even spirits and entites, it does even help with dreams. It can help you recall them, it enhances the memory of the dream and trance. Its said to be used to lucid dreaming, and enhance psychic abilities, so they say. Its said to be even used for astral projection."

"Astral projection?"

"Yes, another way of saying out of body experience."

"So like they're dead."

"No, its more of them sleeping, and they're soul travels. Some actually train themselves to do such a thing without the use of certain plants."

"I take it you know how to do that."

"Not on will, but mostly witches do."

"If we had time to do the ritual, you think it would've worked."

"I don't know, it wouldn't have hurt to try."

The girl looked down in deep thought.

"what is it?' Stiles asked.

"Why are they taking the girls? Why are the riders going through so much trouble taking the girls?"

"I don't know."

"Does the meddler wants girls?"

"I doubt it."

"Then what?"

"Maybe something got wired."

"Maybe."

"Could one travel in someone else dreams/"

"Its possible."

"Say if one was to do so, using mugwort, what would happen?"

"Using astral projection as a way to infiltrate someone's dreams?"

"Yeah."

"What for?"

"To find answers maybe, maybe save someone from reoccurring dreams."

"Like spirit guide?"

"Maybe."

"If one was to do that, they be careful of doing so. Its not very wise to migrate into someone else's dreams without consent. Even if they did, they still have to be careful or else they could cause something to happen. Like the person who is meant to have these dreams miss something they need, or miss out on the lesson they have to learn, maybe face whatever demons they need to face."

"So say for example something went wrong, what would happen?"

"A good question, maybe the dreamer would go mad."

"Have you ever heard of this happening?"

'Never, I'm sure it has happened, but I need went through it or known someone who has. The meddler meddling in dreams. Whose dreams did they go into and what were they dreaming about?"

"Maybe in their dreams they were trouble. Maybe the meddler knew them and wanted to help."

"And use mugwort to do so? What a bold and yet naïve thing to do. Hopefully they don't have a hitchhiker latched onto them."

"You are the second person to say that."

"Pardon."

"I heard of hitchhikers. The Ouija board."

"Funny I've mostly heard of people dying on the table for a moment and something latches on to them."

"Yeah that too."

"Long as they didn't smoke it, they should be fine."

"Oh I wouldn't worry too much about that. I mean how would you smoke mugwort if you had it?"

"Like hash."

"Yeah I woulnd't do that."

"No one should, makes it worse."

"Okay, smart decision."

"How would you know/"

"I was just saying as a if. If I was to do so I would think it would be smart of me not to smoke it. Besides I don't know so I'm good in that department."

"That's good I guess."

The girl shook her head a bit taken back how the conversation transpired.

"I do have one question, one final question."

"Is it appropriate?"

'Yeah."

"Go on."

"Remember earlier we spoke about sleeping beauty."

"I am not sleeping beauty, but I do feel like you were on to something."

"So you know we were just talking about dreams right? What if sleeping beauty was calling for help and someone heard the call and managed to go into her dreams? What would the repercussions be?"

"What was going on in the dreams?'

"Reoccurring death."

"Then her soul may have been traveling. Now those dreams are they hers or the meddler?"

"What if the meddler was having those dreams because she was calling for help. Then maybe used the mugwort to go into her dreams to save her."

"So woke her up without a kiss? Interesting."

"Yeah I wish I could say the same."

"Regardless the rules still apply. The curse wouldn't be broken. She would either have to be put out of her misery, place her back to sleep, or the meddler kills themselves or undoes what they did. And that means putting sleepy beauty back in her hell."

"But wouldn't everything that the meddler do, with good intentions undo everything he did."

"He?"

"I meant they."

"Maybe he wasn't his duty to do."

"She was going through hell."

"Maybe she had to be the one to get herself out of that hell. Maybe she needs to learn that no one is going to help her, no one is going to look out for her. She needs to start learning that, the sooner she learns that the better off she will be and maybe just maybe she'll get with the program and get out of that situation herself. Even though a witch put that on her, she needs to get out of it on her own."

"I take it you had experience."

"Ever since I was young and look where that got me. I learned some things that most people learn when they get into college maybe further down the road. I learned that when I was 5. Orphans learn a lot quicker than anyone else. We learn there's no need to cry. There's no point."

'So if all this happened before sleeping beauty woke up, and the only way to reverse this, would be to make her go back to sleep."

"In theory. I mean that's what we're talking about a theory. A theory we're using to try to understand the reality of our situation. Try to use as a coping mechanism. No matter what the situation at the end of the day the elephant is still in the room and its not going to go away."

"You know the one question I would have is how would the meddler feel if it took that route. The days after how would they feel."

"That's a question for the meddler to answer. I've had questions like that, you had the ending, the adventure, the real question is what happens after, what happens the characters after the story is done. They are no longer the people they once were at the beginning of the story, how much of that change has affected them? Like Artimis, last I saw he left with Logan, at times I think a lot about Logan and the rest of my friends. Though Artimis is who I worry the most especially what happened and what I did. I wonder if he went back, or went on his own way. I'll have to find out later."

"How will you be, when this is all done?"

"The same. Only a lot more wiser I suppose."

Stiles nodded almost defeded.

"Lawkeeper." The girl asked.

The sheriff looked up.

"Where are we going?"

"Pretty much anywhere, so long as its away from the woods."

"I take it this doesn't happen a whole lot."

"Not exactly."

"Least not like Jennifer." Stiles added, "Sje nearly took this whole place down."

"What was her motive?"

"Revenge, she did human sacrifices, to gain power so she could go up against the alphas."

"Sounds like a story I know too well."

Cora kept givng the girl the side eye, and the girl wasn't having it."

"Is there a problem/" the asked asked.

"No not at all." Cora said sarcastically.

"You're sure because you have been glaring t me the whole time, and quite honestly I'm not a fan of it, and it seems you have a problem, so if so lets solve it, if not shove it."

"Or else what?"

"Cora." Derek scolded.

Cora turned to her brother who resided in the other boat.

"Knock it off."

"She has a sword now Cora, so knock it off." Stiles warned.

Cora took one look and noticed the girl's hand at the hilt of the sword ready to take it out at any time. Then looked back at the girl.

Cora knowing fully well what this girl is capable of, crosses her arms and turns forward.

"Funny." The girl said.

"What is?" Stiles said.

"The air.'

"What about it?"

"Its not as stale anymore. Not as suffocating."

"Maybe the fires are dying out."

"No not the fires, the air, the actual air. Doesn't feel like razors."

"Never heard that analogy before, but I guess I see what you're saying."

Then in a split second, the girl sprung up to her feet causing the boat to rock.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Cora spat.

"Be quiet!" the girl ordered.

The girl surveyed the area.

"We are not alone." She warned.

"No?"

"No, but where? Where?"

Then without warning the boated was lifted off the water. It was a Berserker that had the boat over its head with the passengers in the boat.

Parrish and the Sheriff start to fire their guns at the Berserker, but it didn't care for anyone's lives. It then threw the boat, with Stiles, the girl and everyone else falling out of the boat and plummeting into the water.

The group breached the surface as they were then being pursued by the Berserker, the girl was the first to swim to land. She then grabbed a piece of tree trunk and swung it at the Berserker, the trunk broke into pieces.

The girl looked at her weapon and saw that it was no more.

"Bad idea." She claimed.

The Berserker back handed her sending her across the ground.

The Berserker stride down to the girl, but before they could do anything, in one swift motion the girl turned, slicing its throat open with her sword. The Berserker went back placing its hands on its neck trying to stop the bleeding.

The girl then runs up to it with such grace, that she jumps up and practically slices the Berserker in half in a diagonal motion before its limp body falls to the ground face first into the dirt.

Cora looked on in shock for what she had just witness.

"Yeah, like I said, she's good with a sword." Stiles stated.

The girl looks at the blood on her blade. She twists the sword in her hand. She then takes the tip of her tongue and licks the sword. Tastes the blood and seemed unsatisfied.

Stiles walks up to her, "You okay?'

"Even the blood is stale." She exclaimed.

"What?"

"The blood. Its stale."

"Never heard that before."

"Then you obviously haven't been paying attention."

Boats preached land, as its occupents rushed out of them.

"Stiles." Sheriff said hugging his son, "Are you okay?" he asked checking his son for any injuries.

"Yeah I'm fine dad."

"Oh shit." Donavon said as he looked a the dead Berserker, "The hell is that thing?"

"Apparently it's a Berserker, but its one I've never seen."

"Cool."

"Here, taste it." The girl presented him the blood soaked sword.

"Uh why?"

"To see if its stale. You're part Wendigo are you not?"

"Yes."

"Then taste it, my sense of taste is shotty, see if it taste stale."

"No way, what is it?"

"Blood. Can't you see."

"Why don't you taste it?"

"Because all ready have and it taste stale, then again like I said my sense of taste is shotty because everything I put in my mouth tastes like chalk."

"So what do you want me to do?"

Seeing that this was going nowhere, she then turned to someone else.

"The one who was the wolf would you please come forth, I am in need of your services." The girl called.

"Well that would be me." Theo said with gloat.

"Great, come here then."

Theo struded to the girl.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Taste this."

Uh?" Theo questioned.

"I need you to taste it to see if it tastes stale, I can't quite tell."

Theo bewildered by what she said, simply took his finger and swiped some blood on it before tasting it.

"Ew." Hayden said.

"And?' The girl asked.

Theo coughed, "It definitely taste different."

"Like how?"

"Its stale all right."

"What does that even mean?" Donavon said.

"Its means they were either already dead to begin with or a hollow." The girl explained.

"A hollow?"

"Precisely. A Hollow is a shell of oneself. The only think keeping it alive or animated is it instincts its had before hand. These Beserker's seem to have a master."

"A were-jaguar." Stiles said.

"Werecat. Peru is a werecat. The points since they had a master they're purpose is to obey their master meaning someone is pulling the strings here. Possibly the meddler, or someone else."

"Like who?"

"Who ever is taking the girl's might be for good reason, but what is the reason. Then again perhaps all of this is because of me, only I know not why."

"what makes you think they're after you." Argent asked.

The girl turned to Stiles, to which she gestured for him to show.

"We don't know that." Stiles said.

"The knight carried around, and something tells me someone gave it to him, so he knew who to find, and it looks exactly like me."

Stiles sighed in defeat.

'Go on boy." The girl said.

Stiles took out the sketch, "I found this on our friend back there."

Derek snatched the sketch away and looked at it.

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

"A bounty." The girl replied, "Or a wanted poster if that helps, but its funny I destroyed the Knots' stronghold in Turkey, they never bugged me again. I think whatever is going on his is not only bringing back whatever enemy you've faced, but some of mine. Guess it time for us to face our demons, there's a saying never raise more demons than you can lay down. I think this land has raised on too many."

"Why would they want you/"

"They heard what I can give them, they want what I can give them. Power."

"Why you?"

"Like I told you if you knew who I really was, you wouldn't think so softly of me."

"Are you some kind of wanted fugitive?" Parrish asked.

"I wish, because that would be a hell of an easy answer. In your book no, but in theirs yes. Like I told you in the old world. Europe, Asia, middle east, Africa, Australia you may think you know how the world works or how their culture is, but you're wrong. It's a lot more savage, more brutal than you think. Trust me, I know. I've seen it. They don't care who you are, they will brutalize you, break you, do whatever they want with you, kill you. You think that they're doing what they are over the border, worse, way worse. Trust me think of whatever you think would be going on, and I can tell you it is just a thousand times worse than you think."

"You rattled some cages."

"More like made example of them, burned their fucking kingdoms to the ground."

"So you're refacing your demons as well." Derek said.

"Bingo. Only its funny I've been facing off more with your than mine. Perhaps I buried those horses years ago."

"Horses?" Malia asked.

"Not literally, its another way of saying demons, I faced my demons years ago. Not many left to lay down."

"Like real ones."

"Some were, but they were not of mine, yet those aren't the kind I was talking about, but I have face them. And trust me they didn't have to have horns or hooves to be demons, just like monsters."

"Do you still hear the humming." Lydia asked.

"All the time."

"With the Nemeton gone, what does that mean?"

"It has to be rebooted like a computer."

"Is there a way to do so, without having to be there."

"Yes, but you have to be very powerful to do so. Or mugwort."

"Mugwort."

"You're not going to use mugwort." Derek bellowed, "That's already caused enough trouble."

"Mugwort's the blame?" the girl asked.

"No, the meddler is."

"But you just said mugwarts the blame, and if that's the cause then that's what the meddler used and they only way to know that is if you happen to know the meddler themselves. Is that so?'

"No." he lied.

"Are you the meddler?"

"No I am not."

"Then how do you know if mugwort was to blame."

"I'm saying through experience." He lied.

"You didn't smoke it, did you?"

"No."

"Its was brewed." Stiles said under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"It doesn't have to smoked it can be brewed."

"Most shamans do it that way, help the body and mind balance out, its also quicker that way. Where as smoking it takes time and depending on the person state of mind can alter the effects and compromise the motive behind it."

"I take you you've had experience with it?" Argent said.

"Drinking it yes, smoking it, no. You'll have more of chance invoking something that way than the Ouji broad."

"You know that fake right, just people faking each other out." Donavon said.

"So you are man enough to play with something that has often times proved to have a devastating and lasting effect on those who dared play with things that they do not understand yet warned not to do so in the first place."

"No, but I've known people who had played with it and nothing happened."

"Or perhaps they said they did to get you to think that they were cool. No I myself have been at times skeptical of that little game, because if it did what it said it did, then way is it still being sold in stores. Having different themes on it. Why sell it when people can make their own. Now do I believe it can invoke things that are not meant to come into this world? No. Am I dumb enough to find out myself? No. I don't believe in it, but there's always that one thought that come in mind, what if it is? And if so, I have better things to do than worry about that."

Stiles coughed a couple of times, "So is there another way to find a way to charge the Nemeton?" he asked, "One that doesn't call for smoking or drinking things."

"Candles and salt, but that's all I can thing of."

'What we need is to get to the vault." Derek said, "And get you taken care of."

"I think I have an idea." Lydia said, "But I don't think anyone is going to like it."

"What?" Scott said.

It was a place that if one thought they would never see it again it would be too soon. It's a place that held all kinds of energies, a place where many people have come and died there. Many people still reside their without the hope of ever coming out. It was the place Stiles had gone to, thinking it would protect his friends, which just so happened to be at the same time Malia was committed there. It was a place that Lydia had gone to after she was found in her cationic state after Theo put her in it and nearly become another experiment of Dr. Valack.

This was the place they found themselves standing in front of. It had been shut down, though it was recent. It aura still potent, as if the building itself was still alive. No matter how they tried to wipe the place out of their minds, it still stood. Eichen House will always be apart of Beacon Hill's history.

"No." Sheriff protested, "No I don't like this. It's not happening. Let's go.'

"Dad," Stiles said.

"No Stiles, do you not remember what happened to you, or what almost happened to you and Lydia. No, not happening whatever you had plan young lady it's not going to happen."

"Sheriff I get what you're saying.' Lydia said, 'I'm not a big fan of this plan either."

"Well good that makes two of us."

"But there's not other way. I know there's something in there that could help us, help her even. She's important to us, because important to Scott."

"What is this place?" the girl asked Corey.

"This is a mental asylum." He replied.

"What's the history behind it?"

"Just a mental initiation for those who are to be institutionalized."

"What's so special about it?"

"It also just so happens to house supernatural beings too."

"So then a prison of the unnatural. That's not something you see everyday. Never even heard of such thing."

"What could possibly be in there that could help.' Sheriff asked, "Enlighten me Ms. Martin."

"When I was in there Dr. Valack," though Lydia tried to explain she was cut off by the sheriff.

"Dumb son of a bitch was damn lunatic who should have been in jail."

"Technically he was." Theo said.

"Stay out of this Raeken, I have had it with you."

'Well he was."

"Sheriff just listen." Lydia begged, "When Dr. Valack was helping me heighten my senses he tried to put a mask of a dead doctor, maybe just maybe if she put it on it could help amplify her senses."

"And is that before or after you drill a hole in her head?" Noah asked, "No not happening, you can forget out it."

"But Sheriff.

"I am not going to risk that little girl's life for some crazy idea Lydia is not happening and I am not putting Scott though that crap either. You can forget about it."

"Now hang on dad no one is saying anything about preforming trepanation." Stiles defended.

'Good because it ain't happening. We might as well start going to this vault Hale keeps talking about then."

Seeing that the constant bickering is leading to nowhere, the girl goes up to the gate. Erica nudged Boyd gesturing him to look at what she was doing. When the girl goes to try to open the gate, with almost no effort at all the gate pushes open and the girl crosses the threshold inside.

Tracy and Donavon look at each other and start to take the girl's lead. Soon after Body and Erica follow suit. Theo takes notice of this and can't help to give off its signature smile at the little show that has unfolded unbeknowist to the Sheriff."

"Hey Sheriff Stilinski.' He teased.

'What?!" Sheriff clearly not in the mood of the boy's shenanigans.

"How only is she, Houdini I mean?"

"She said she was nine when she was taken, eleven years had passed." Stiles replied, "So my guess is she's 20 years old now."

"So if she's 20 years old she can pretty much do whatever she wants right? Therefore you have no say."

"Raeken I am not in the mood for this." Sheriff protested.

"I'm saying if she's 20 years old, how do you tell 20 year old no?"

"Its really simple."

"Okay well here's you chance because she just went in right now."

"What?!"

The sheriff turns around and sees that the gate was wide open.

"Oh no." he said in disbelief, "Damn you Raeken."

Sheriff and the others took off through the gate to try and find the girl and her fellow travellers. Theo snickered only to be given a stink eye from Cora. He turns to her and sees that she's not amused.

"What?" he asked.

Cora crosses her arms.

"Oh come on you got to admit that was funny."

Cora let out a sigh and made her way to the gate.

"Damn don't you ever smile." He said under his breath.

"I heard that."

The girl walked through the courtyard of the grounds.

"For an asylum its got a nice garden." The girl commented.

"Don't let it fool you." Donavon warned, "This place isn't really a good place to call home."

"How do we get in?"

"How did we get in last time?" Tracy asked

"Through the front door."

"Where do those stairs go?" Erica asked.

'They go up."

"Mind your tongue stitch." The girl warned, she turns to Erica, "We'll have to find out shall we."

The girl started to lead the way, as they marched up the steps. They were led to a different part of the grounds where they found a door. The girl walke dup to it and tried to open it to no avial. She turns to Boyd.

"Break it." She tells him.

With no protest Boyd walk up to the door. Soon the Sheriff catches up to them.

"Whoah whoa, where do you think you guys are going?" he asked.

"Inside." The girl replied.

"But why do you want to go inside?"

"To see if there's nothing that could help."

"But you're not going in there. There's nothing that for you, we need to get to the vault."

"Why not take her to the hospital instead." Donavon suggested.

"I don't know if you remember Mr. Donati, but they weren't any doctors were they?'

"We can stitich her up how hard is it?'

"Trust you with a needle and thread near me boy. Not a chance.' The girl said.

"I don't blame you." Tracy agreed.

"Really?" Donavon said.

"Yeah."

"Regardless let's get out of here.'

A loud crash was heard, to which Sheriff turned to the direction where it had come from. It was Boyd who managed to kick the door down before walking in.

"Door's open.' Erica said following Boyd inside.

The girl started to head to the door.

"Hey."

"What do we have to lose Lawkeeper/" the girl asked, "Nothing but time because that's all we have. Haven't you noticed time had stopped. Therefore there is no time."

The girl went into the building.

"What?" Sheriff questioned what the girl had said.

He pulls his sleeve back to look at his watch and was a bit taken back by what he had found. The hands on his watch still read 8:15. Yet the second hand moved yet moved in its one spot. He looked up from his watch.

"Can't be."

He looks up to the clock tower to find that it read the same time, but show no indication of movement. To even make sure he was not losing his mind, he looked to his phone, however due to the constant outages, his phone had died therefore he wasn't able to confirm what the girl had told him. Alas how could he when he knew fully well that she was correct.

"How?"

"Hey Sheriff.' Donavon called.

Sheriff looked up.

"You coming or not?'

"I'm guessing your going in?'

"Sure why not?"

Donavon entered the building.

"Kids." He said as he drew his gun.

Inside the girl walked the halls of the asylum. Despite it being recently shut down, the halls looked like they had been empty for more than sometime. The cold titled floor kissed her feet with every step she took.

What looked like a horror movie set, a light hung from the ceiling. A ladder was left in its place as if someone had the intent to use it. Leaves and dirt were on the floor. Shadows of the branches outside could be seen moving as the wind blew them. If a child was present they would think a monster's hand was going to grab, but there were no monsters, no threats to be found. Just echoes of the past, ghosts of what was. All Eichen House ever was, was not just a shell of itself, just like it left the shells of those who came through its doors, had now met the same fate.

"Lifeless." The girl said.

"This is weird." Erica said.

"What happened to this place?" the girl asked.

"I don't know. I've heard of this place. I heard a lot of messed up things about it, but never been here. I mostly went to the hospital for my seizures."

"You had seizures?"

"Yeah I was epileptic."

"Did you have an implant or did you take medication for them?"

"Medication, but I hardly took them."

"You know a seizer could kill you if you don't take care of it."

"I know, but I wanted to be normal. People made fun of me for it, which is why I took the bite."

"What did you get in return?'

"Honestly, regret."

"Did you learn?"

"I learned that I can't go back."

The girl nodded, "None of us can."

The girl went up to a glass door and looked out this window.

"What do you think will happen once everything is done?" Erica asked.

"Honestly?" the girl said, "I don't know. Perhaps how it should. I will be back a sleep, in a coma. Time will restart. Everyone will come back and no one will remember. All had come to a happy end."

"But what about me, Boyd, and Ethan? What will happen to us?"

"You lot had died before this?"

Erica nodded.

"None of you are revenants, meaning you had no reason to come back. The only answer I could say is that once all is done you will go back."

"What if we don't want to?"

"I wouldn't know what to say other than there is nothing her for you, and when you met your end, it was your time. Azreal doesn't make mistakes. She is give orders on who to take yes, but she can choose when to take them. She chose when to take you, Boyd, that Ethan boy, I'm sure she decided to take those Stitches too. Why because she can choose, she can pick and choose when she want to take you. Trust me, her and her sister are as thick as thieves and enjoy the game they will continue to take the hit so long as they want to game to last. I would not be surprised if this is what they had in store for me. Or maybe this is their way of having a new champion, fine, but can't help that they picked the wrong boy."

"Who?'

"Scott."

"You think they picked him?"

"No, but if they did they made a sorry mistake. The mistake is bringing me into this shit and that boy is not ready. This all of this could have been avoided. Mugwort."

"What Mugwort?"

"You don't need to know. And if for ever reason curiosity takes the hold of you, promise me never to use it. Or least not smoke it anyway."

Erica gave a confused expression, "I promise."

"Good girl."

The girl climbs over the reception desk and starts to look through the papers that were scattered on the girl.

"I guess lotters tried to steal from this place." The girl observed.

"Most likely for the drugs."

"Where did the patients go? If this place is shut down did they remove the patients."

"They probably moved them do a different facility."

"Yes, but what about the other ones, the one that aren't human?"

"I don't know. Like I said I've never been here before. This place would give me the creeps every time I walked passed it when I walked home."

"Its not like my house, but then again my home was never a home when I live there. It was a shell when I lived in it and it's a shell when I wasn't. This place is the same, only once it stopped housing its patients it fully became what it was. A shell, still has its echoes, its memories it tries to erase. Yet the ghosts will still walk and have no sense of direction, they never really left, just evolved. Like me."

"Do you know what happened to you? Or least how you got here? I mean I know you said you were in a coma, but do you remember what happened, before?"

"Funny, not really. At least I know what lead up to it, but no actually how it happened. Like I told Tierich, I came to the states my boat posing as an employee. Once that was done I did a lot of stowaway, cars and trucks, trains. I spent some time in new Orleans to have money for food or least transportation, it was getting a lot harder to do so without the possibility of getting noticed. Once after that, Timbo accompanied to a train that would take me to Roswell which how we met Jed. Then once in Roswell I ended up taking a plane to Alaska, I got confused. I was supposed to go to Oregon, something happened so I wind up in Anchorage. Once a train had come I went on it and stayed on it until I felt that I was close to it, Oregon. Those it turns out I came to California. Then things got strange."

"Like how?"

"I woke up one night and the train was in a train yard. Like I said I didn't know where I was it wasn't until I woke up from the coma that I found out I wasn't in Beacon hills Oregon, but Beacon hills California. But alas that's not the strange part, the strange part is that as I was walking through the woods. As I walked I noticed something off, there were storm clouds coming, but not from the sky. They were coming through the woods. They had surrounded me within a blink of an eye, and with that a strong yet aggressive wind surrounded itself around me, with the sound of a thunderclap and flash of lightning, I had found myself in a room. A room full of books and magic. And there in front of me was someone hovering over a caldron. I don't know who they were or what they were, but they were covered, wore a long cloak that covered their face. Yet judging by their body language they seemed relieved. Next thing I know another thunderclap happened, enough to shake the room, before I knew it another set of clouds wrapped itself around me and sent me back to the woods. I don't know what happened next because the last thing I remember seeing let alone hearing was a honking sound and a pair of lights coming at me, which must have been a car because I was told I was hit by a car which caused me to go to sleep, go into a coma I mean."

"Hey guys." Donavon called.

The girls turned to him.

"You want to see something really cool?"

"What?" the girl asked.

"Come with me, but you got to come quick before the sheriff comes. Come look."

The girls followed Donavon into the morgue. Donavon opened a drawer where a body was. He pulled out the tray, and there a body with a white sheet coving it.

"Look." Donavon said lifting the corpse's hand.

He started to shake it around making obnoxious noises laughing as he did it, talking in voices pretending to speak like the corpse. When he stopped he was met with a cold death glare from the girl.

'No respect for the dead." The girl said, "Get out!"

She smacked him across the face.

"You put that corpse back in its drawer."

Donavon trying to hold back a smile, does what he's told.

"I hope he or she or whoever they are comes back to life and rips your legs off or better yet the one thing that divide boys from men."

Donavon lets out a laugh that echoed throughout the halls.

"Didn't your mother tell you never to play with dead things. They bring bad luck." The girl warned.

'What is going on here?" Sheriff asked.

"Abuse of a corpse is what's going on here?" the girl replied.

Donavon still cackled.

"What did he do this time?" Sheriff asked.

"Abuse of a corpse add that to his rap sheet his already long rap sheet, and getting longer." The girl snapped.

"I don't even want to know."

Lydia came from the other end of the hall. With a clear expression of annoyance on her face, she took the girl by the wrist and started to led the way through the corridors of the asylum.

"What happens to the bodies if they are not claimed by families?" the girl asked concerned.

"That's I don't know."

"Are they at least given a proper burial?"

"A good question, I wouldn't know."

"The stitch said that this was also a place that house those of the supernatural. If this place is shut down, what happened to them? Are they moved as well? Or are they terminated."

"A good question. I don't know and I don't care."

"But-"

"What I do care about, is that you are given the things that you need to help with what you need to do."

"Aye, but even in my state there is no guarantee it could work."

"We have to at least try."

'All I would need is salt and candles. Perhaps even mugwort."

"How about we stay away from mugwort, it seems to have caused enough trouble."

"You are the third person to say that. How would you know if mugwort is the cause of all this?"

"I've had some experience with it in the past." Lydia lied.

"What were you trying to do?"

"Help my Banshee powers. I was starting out."

"Did it help?"

"Kind of."

"Lawkeeper said you were here."

'Yeah I was."

"What for?"

"Long story."

"We got nothing, but time."

"Yes, but we need to help you."

"How?"

"There's something here that might help you."

Lydia walked through the halls until they reached a hall with doors along the walls. The girl looks through the little windows of the doors, but sees nothing, nothing, but the beds that were empty.

'Which one of these rooms were yours?" the girl asked.

"Don't know, don't really care."

"Where are we going?"

"Stay close and no wandering off okay?"

"Understood."

"Come on."

The girl followed Lydia through a door at the end of the hall and down the stairs that led to the basement. They walked through the halls, to which the girl got a glimpse of the cells. They cell doors were of glass with holes drilled into them.

"What these cells for?" the girl asked.

"For the supernatural."

"What happened to them?"

"Don't know. Don't care." Lydia said coldly.

The girl doesn't say anything after that. Perhaps because she knew that feeling, the feeling to which you just stop caring because you know how the game is played, that despite the truth being the most gut wrenching advisory, you were a fool to prolong the inevitable, to continue the childish lies that are evil when gone. The feeling when one realizes you're on your own.

"If this place brings such sorrow to you, why not burn it to the ground? Why even come here at all." The girl asked.

"A leap of faith."

"Do you have an idea of what is to be done if there is no net?"

"No, but lets hope its not a hard impact."

"You'll still be walking, just be kicking yourself after."

"I guess we'll find out together, huh?"

Lydia put her hand out. The girl looked at it before taking her hand.

"Tierich told me, he was once a different man." The girl said, "One that was obsessed with power, is that true?"

"Kind of sort of." Lydia confessed, "Only I didn't really know him that well, just I was going through my own thing. Like getting over an attack, a break up on top of that, avoiding getting killed by werewolves, while being haunted by one, and finding out that my boyfriend was a Kanima that was responsible for the killings because of a bite gone wrong, so high school."

"Which must've been very confusing for you." The girl said with confusion in her own voice.

"High school, right?"

"I wouldn't know, never been. Never made that far, never made there or anywhere. Missed out a lot, though not by choice, least not my choice."

"Right, sorry."

"Despite going through that, those trials, who were you?"

"I was, well I wasn't really a good person."

"What do you mean?"

"I was full of myself. I was the popular girl."

"So if you and I met years before, how would we have interreacted."

"I don't know. I probably wouldn't have given you the time of day."

"Is that so/"

"I wasn't really a good person. I was mostly popular. To be honest I hid my intellect from people, even my boyfriend Jackson. I thought if I kept it to myself I wouldn't be looked at as a nerd."

"So you were what the kids say a fake?"

"Not exactly."

"But you said you hid what you really were, and made a persona, the shallow preppy popular girl."

"Young and dumb. You do dumb things when you're young. Like fake who you are, get in a relationship with the school's captain of lacrosse team. Become the power couple of high school. Be the most popular girl in school. My divorced parents helped in that, they were always fighting over me and I got a lot of stuff. Why am I telling you this?"

"I'm pretty sure its because I made it very vlear that I have a low tolerance for bullshit, only this kind of bullshit I don't really care for, am I'm pretty sure I'm bit older than you and that my experiences make it a bit harder for me to understand yours since yours would be deemed "normal" and acceptable than mine."

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same."

"Perhaps it was better that we never met back then, for I would have saw right through you and wanted nothing to do with you. Most likely aching to watch you fall, be humbled, but not by my hand, so I'll take it as a good thing."

Lydia nodded though she be lying she was glad they never met before, though she couldn't help, but think of how curious it would if they did met. Would she really turn her away or would she have been showing the same fascination she is now?

"I would say one thing." Lydia said.

The turned to her wondering what was to be said.

"I think you and Scott would have been great friends."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. If everything went the way it happened I think you would have played a big part in the pack."

"I respectfully doubt it, Bella. It would be the beginning of the end. I'll admit its kind of concerning to think what would the end of my journey would be. Would it still be like this or different. Its hard to think about since all I know is what had happened on my end."

"Do you ever look back and go wow, I went through that and I survived and I made it. Do you ever feel proud?"

"If we to have trade places for just one day, and we were to go through what we were destined to go through. Do the best of things or the worst things you could think of that you never thought you could do or even think that you were capable of doing that, would you be proud? No matter what logical and rational justification you could think of to help cope with it, would you still be proud of what you've done good or bad, wrong or right, regardless of the matter you had to sacrifice your principles just to get to the other side. Would you find that something to brag about? Would you be proud? Would to face yourself in the mirror knowing everything you did, would be able to even bare to look at yourself knowing what you've done? That my dear Bella is something I hope you never have to ask yourself."

The room grew cold, and the girl's deminer changed, going from a woman who was on her feet and head up ready to fight, to now a woman who's shoulder's are slouched with an expression of disgust and shame across their face. A childhood filled with uncertainty, a life with no guidance and no point of direction, just a spark of false hope used as an anchor to make it to the other side in hopes that the false hope was nothing, but a lie that it was indeed true in a world filled with lies one lives to tell. Filled with cruelty and inhumanity thinking that is the only was to survive in such a world some would call hell. In this miserable hell we had created here on earth.

Lydia couldn't help, but feel sad for the girl, for all she could do was imagine what she must've went through, what she's going through even at this moment.

"Don't." the girl finally said.

"What?'

"Don't."

"Don't what/'

"Don't you dare. I don't need it, I don't want it. It doesn't change my situation, it does not change anything. Don't you dare feel sorry for me. Don't you dare. I do not need your sympathy, your pity. I do not want it. I do not want pity so do not pity me. If there one thing I hate its pity, but the one thing I hate more than anything, is fake pity."

Lydia nodded, "Whatever you say goes."

"Fine. Lead the way.'

Lydia with no question led the way into the lab where she was held by Dr. Valack when he was still alive. The room had not changed, not had it been touched for some time. This was known when the girl approached a table and ran her finger down it coating her finger in dust.

"Long time." She had said.

"Yeah been a while." Lydia agreed.

The girl circled a small chair with restraints.

"You were in here?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"The dread doctors."

"What did they want with you?"

"They didn't, but my friends were going to die. And they wanted to make the perfect monster."

"Did they succeed?"

"Kind of."

"So they're experiment didn't last long, correct?"

"No."

"They're determination, admirable. They're intentions, pathetic."

"I guess you've fought them before."

"A group, yes. The ones you fought in particular, no. Luckly no one will have to worry about these Heretics. Least not these kinds."

"That's good I guess."

"So what's your plan? What's in here that you feel could help me, could help us."

"You know, I thought it was a good idea. Thought if I brought you here I'd get some kind of confirmation that this was going to work, but now I'm starting to regret it. I think Sheriff was right, this, this not a good idea."

The girl explored and picked up something that caught her eye.

Scampering footsteps could be heard as they echoed through the hallway and into the room.

"Is she here?' the voiced asked.

"Yeah she's fine." Lydia replied.

Derek entered the room and looked around the room. Seeing a crash cart with surgical tools and a drill on it made even his hairs stand on end.

"What is this?' he asked.

"A room where they would take the patients in." Lydia answered.

"To do what?"

"It varies. Electric shock therapy, ice baths, among other things."

"And is there something in this room that could help?"

"No, I think this was a bad idea."

"What is this?" the girl asked.

She presented a book in her hand. It was the dread doctor book. The book that had caused so much trouble, written by none other than Dr. Valack. The girl attempted to read it, but Lydia politely took it from her.

"You don't want to read that, it just a bunch of gibberish from a mad man." She pointed out.

"Sometimes mad men tell the most truth."

"Not this one trust me. He was mad man and he knew it and he was a sick and he knew that too and did not care. Trust me that book would be of no help to you and I'm sorry I brought you here, we're leaving."

"Oh shit." Donavon said.

He entered the room along with the rest of the pack.

"I remember this room." Donavon said, "Some stuff's in this room, freaky stuff."

"Don't worry about him." Tracy warned, "He's just right at home."

"Take it you were a patient?" the girl asked Donavon.

"Hell no, we were trying to get this girl.' He asked pointing to Donavon.

"Why?"

"Ask him." He pointed to Theo.

Theo put his hand in the air as if he was being arrested.

"Whatever it is I plead the fifth." Theo said.

"But we are not in a court of law.' The girl asked.

"Whatever it is they can deal with it."

"Still haven't changed have you Raeken." Lydia asked.

"That depends."

"Yet you forget you're the one who put me here."

A swift hand was put on Theo's chest making him grunt. He looke dup and saw that it was Derek who had him in his place.

"I was a different man back then." Theo said.

"Who wanted power." Lydia said.

"Another one.' The girl groaned.

"Another what?" Theo asked.

"For two people who had never met you two sure have something in common. Power hungry."

"I told you, that was a long time ago I've changed." Derek pleaded.

"What did you do?" Theo asked.

"Long story."

"What about you?" the girl asked Theo, "What did you do/'

"It's a long story." He replied.

"Seems like there's a lot of long stories, but we have nothing, but time. So those long stories could be of us to pass the non existent time."

"You really around from about here are you?"

"No."

"Where do you come from?"

"Everywhere."

"You don't have any family roots."

"I got no roots, but my home was never on the ground."

"You're something else."

"Call it a character flaw."

The girl turned around and saw something that caught her eye. Theo followed her direction.

"What's that?" she asked.

"What's what/"

"That."

Lydia start talking or else I'm taking her and I'll drive out of here." Derek ordered.

"And go where?" Lydia asked, "You've seen it, in every direction it's blocked. We're stuck here. No one can get in or out. So how do you propose you get out, huh?"

"Well obviously you're plan didn't work."

"I'm aware of that Mr. Hale. I thought it was a good idea to come here and see if I can somehow think of a way to help her, but obviously I just brought her into my hell."

"Don't put that on." Theo warned, "You can get some kind of cancer from it."

"What?" Lydia said.

She turns around and sees the girl with a dread Doctor mask attempting to put it on.

"No, no no, don't do that." Lydia said taking the mask from her, "That's not for you."

"What is it?"

"It's a mask, you don't need."

"You said something in this room could help."

"Yes, but I was wrong."

'So what now?"

"I don't know."

"That does not help us."

"I'm aware of that."

"I hoped I never had to come to this place again." Stiles said.

Scott looked around the room and looked at the girl.

"How are you doing/' he asked.

"Numb." She replied, "I was told there was something that could help me perform astral projection, but looks like I hoped wrong."

"Can't you do it on your own." Stiles asked.

"I could, but I need salt and candles and some rope.'

"What's the rope for?'

"Its used as a tether. A way to keep my connected."

"Like tie you down."

"Kind of sort of, its more around my ankle, but this table could work. You can just shackle my ankles and wrists and its should work just fine."

Scott shook his head frantically almost as if that would trigger images from one of his dreams. Seeing his friend in such distress, Stiles come to the rescue.

"Yeah no probably not a good idea." Stiles protested.

"How would you know, we haven't even tried it."

"I mean you looked at those restrains you'll have to get a tetanus shot after. I mean when was the last time you got vaccinated?"

"You mean like gotten a flu shot?"

"Yeah.'

"I don't need them, I never did. I mean I used to get sick a lot as a kid, but that eventually went away."

"Well for argument sake let's say you're no long in your normal state and therefore no long immune to certain diseases so best to stay clear of health compromising situations."

"They don't happen that quickly."

"Yes, but let stay clear of that."

"Fine."

'Is there another way? I know oyu said you need candles and salt, is there a way to help you." Scott asked.

"Without mugwort and my spiritual openness it's a bit harder to do. Medication yes, but I'm not too familiar with this land so it's a lot harder, even with a map I can only make out certain things. Unless someone knows where I am like the back of their hand without being there. Much like how the stitch did at the plant."

"Like a guide."

"Precisely. If only we could find a way to jump start the astral projection process."

"Are there any another herbs to help with astral projection?'

"Aye, not as potent as mugwort, but can help to an extent. Rosemary, wild asparagus root, huckleberry, wormwood, valerian root, thyme, the list goes on."

"So you need that in order to do so/"

"No it mostly used as a booster. Some can do it in a flip of a hat if they know where to go."

Lydia hatched an idea.

"Hypnotisisum.' She said.

"Hypnotize me?" the girl said, "Why would you do that? Come to make a fool of me, make me bark like a dog, or quack like a duck. I hate to burst your bubble my dear girl, but I will not have that. Nor will I tolerate such foolery and I already tolerated enough thank you very much.'

"No that's not what I meant. I meant it as a way to help boost your astral projection."

"And how would that help me?"

"I don't know, but I doesn't hurt to try."

"Is this the whole you are getting sleepy your eye lids are getting heavy kind of this? In which you have to swing a pocket watch in front of me and I follow it."

"No this is something more advanced."

"How advanced?"

"When I was young I used to go to therapy."

"Damn." Theo laughed.

"So what if she did, pervers. I commend her on it. What have you done, nothing, but sulking and wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. I will have to say very unbecoming for a handsome such as yourself."

Liam and Mason put their heads down trying not snicker.

"For that how about you and your stitch comrade over here make yourself useful for once. Find salt and candles and we'll go from there. Bella do what you must, at this point I don't care how or what it is, lets just get this done and over with."

"And where would we find salt, and what's so important about it?' Donavon asked.

"I'm sure this place has salt, if it house supernatural creatures here, then I'm pretty sure they used salt and magic to keep them in."

"What's so important about it?'

"Protection.' Stiles replied.

"Exactly, salt is the purest form, it is not manipulated, it is genuine. If we were to make a circle of salt around me it will keep certain things away from me."

"Like the dead?' Scott said.

"In some cases yes, but I will be leaving my body vulnerable meaning I will leave myself open to dangers of the physical world. In most cases lets just say something way moe worse than ghost will try to hitch a ride."

"Like demons."

"Some things just don't want to go back to hell."

Sheriff slightly gulp, 'We're not summoning anything are we?"

"Absolutely not, my good man.'

"Okay good, because that's not happening."

"And that's fine by me. Besides they won't come anyway, they know they do any funny business I'll send them back. It wouldn't be my first time."

"Okay."

"The moment a psycho-pump makes an appearance you'll have to get me out. Not that I've ever had an issue with them coming, but with my now physical state I'll be free game, if Azreal sees fit, she finds it easier to do it that way than just wait it out, she's very mischievous that way, don't let her fool you. Though like me she has orders."

"A psycho-pump?' Liam said.

'She means sparrows." Lydia said.

"Sparrows?"

"Sparrows are harbingers of death, in Greek culture it is believed that they take the soul to the land of the dead." The girl explained.

"So the more time you're having an out of body experience the more you leave yourself vulnerable, you start dying, and the sparrows doing their job will come." Derek said.

"Precisely. Like I said before I've done this many times without them coming for me, I once did it for three days. However my luck if I ever had luck and knowing it something has changed and I may have to say that I may have very little time."

"And you think Lydia's method will work?"

"I'm open to options, in some cases hypnotism can cause an out of body experience, a door to the mind where one is to try to solve a riddle that has plagued them for years. In this case it wouldn't hurt to try."

"If a sparrow does come, how do we get you out?" Scott said.

"Prick my finger." The girl answered.

"Prick your finger?"

"Yes, pain is a way to bring awareness especially when the body senses you're in danger."

"Okay, but we can't just do that, we can't just hurt you." Sheriff said.

"Then make a poppet."

"A poppet?"

Donavon started cackling like a hyena.

"Never heard that before." Theo said.

'she means a doll dad." Stiles said.

"A doll." Sheriff questioned.

"Oh my God Stilnski." Donavon mocked, "For a cop, you sure suck at being one. You really don't know what a poppet is."

"I would like to learn what is it. If you know it then why don't you share with the class."

"Salam witch trials. Have you heard of that?"

"Yes, I have it took place in Salam, Massachusetts and they didn't burn the witches they hung them. It wasn't until a good amount of those people were innocent and all of that hysteria was because of land."

"Very true. Did you also know that those accused of witchcraft owned poppets. Which are dolls said to cause pain to those they are meant to be."

"Like a voo doo doll."

"Close voodoo dolls is more cross cultured more of African and Caribbean decent like Hatti and other African countries. While Poppets were more common in all form of practice throughout history and the world. There is possibility that one influenced the other just the question is who came first?"

"We are not doing any voodoo magic, young lady."

"And that's just fine it can stay right in Louisiana and Hatti for all I care."

"I've already dealt with one which and her magic I don't need to deal with anymore."

"She was more Druid possibly Pagan although they are believed to be different, but again like a voodoo doll and a poppet one influenced the other they have some similarities."

"and you know this how?"

"Because I'm friends with one, Kala. That's what she told me."

"Is she a witch?"

"Not exactly, she's a wendigo."

"Like me." Donavon asked.

"No, she's not a stitch. Speaking of witch don't you have a job to do?"

"What?"

"Salt and candles."

"You know just because we're helping you doesn't mean we have to boss us around."

"Bossy? Is that the word?"

"Yeah miss bossy."

"Okay, come here."

"What?"

"Come here. What don't you get the come or the here. Come here, there is there here is here. Come here because if I go over there you're not going to like it. Come here."

Donavon looked to Sheriff as if expecting him to do something, the sheriff simply shrugged his shoulders and put his hands up.

"Don't look at me. You wanted to act like a big shot well then be a big shot, but I would advise you do what she says."

Donavon slowly walked up to the girl like a child who knew they were in trouble for what they did and now had to deal with consequences, only they fear more of the form they would take rather than the aftermath.

"Come here."

Donavon felt like he was doing a moon walk each step he took, got him closer and closer to the girl as the space between them began to close. He then found himself in front of the girl.

"Great, now kneel." She said.

With no question Donavon did what he was told.

"Good." The girl said.

Then in one quick motion she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to her so that they were look at each others eye.

"Now then from here on out when I tell you to do something, you do it. I have had enough dealing with your stupidity. Now I'm only going to say this once. Quit being an asshole. I'm only going to give you one warning I rarely do that. This will be your first and final warning, the next time you try to be a big shot, you going to learn a real valuable lesson on what makes boys men and how quickly they'll have to learn to squat." The girl threated, "So I'll make this clear, you watch that smart mouth of yours or you're going to be sitting when you piss for the rest of your life. I already gave one boy a lecture I'm going to waste my time giving another boy a lecture as well. Understand?'

Donavon tried to breathe.

"Understand."

Donavon nodded.

"Good."

The girl throw Donavon back releasing her hold his throat.

"Now go get me candles, a map and salt." The girl ordered.

Before Donavon could do anything, he felt the cold kiss of a blade to his throat. He turned his head and found plague doctor behind him ready to give one swift motion that would end him. It was as if everyone could hear his throat begging to be cut.

"No need for that." The girl said, "I think he gets it especially since there's a big chance that he'll be pissing through a straw if he keeps it up."

Taking her word, Plague Doctor threw Donavon to the corridor.

"What the hell is her problem." Donavon asked clearly had enough of being toss around like a teddy bear.

"She's pissed off at you because you're pissing me off. Go!" the girl ordered.

"Go do what she's says because you're pissing me off.' Sheriff told him, "Raeken go with him. A map, candles, and salt."

"What are the candles for?' Scott asked.

"More like a beacon used for concentration." The girl answered, "So Bella what magic will you use?"

"No magic just a simply method." Lydia replied.

A circle of salt later, and a room full of candles lite, the girl was in the circle with a candle in front of her.

"The moment a psychopomp comes bring me back." The girl said.

"We will." Lydia accepted.

"Swear on all of Hecete's forms."

"I swear."

"You're not a witch and yet you know of her."

The girl adjusted herself and looked at the candle.

"All right, anchors away."

Lydia nodded and Scott began to read from the paper that Lydia wrote on.

"Take a deep breath and look to the candle." He read.

The girl did just that.

"Feel your muscles in your body begin to relax. Your hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing. As you relax start to feel yourself let go. Start to visualize where you need to go. Once there allow your soul leave your body and spend time at the place you need to go."

The candles began to flicker even the candel in front of the girl began to flicker like crazy. The air itself began to feel heavy. Everyone exchanges looks unsure what was going on.

Lydia leaned forward a bit as the girl show no signs of response to what was happening around her. Her eyes were closed and had not moved.

"Houdini?" she called, "Houdini are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"That is not my name." the girl responded giving relief to her fellow peers, "However yes do hear you."

"Do you know where you are? Are you near the Nemeton?"

"No, unfortunately."

"Do you know where you are, at least."

"No."

"Where are you, are you in the woods."

"No. I'm somewhere else."

"What do you see?" Scott butted in, "Are you safe?"

The girl groaned almost in pain a wince expression is shown on her face.

"No need to shout." The girl said.

"Sorry." Scott apologized.

"You're not in the woods.' Lydia said, "Can you describe where you are? What do you see?"

"Its hard to say." The girl replied, "There's not much light. The only source of light in this room is a window. A window with bars, on the outside."

"on the outside?' Scott said.

"Yes, like a prison, but I don't see cells."

While in Astral form the girl walked the room seeing a light of beds. Beds that had not been used in years.

"There's beds." The girl described, "They're coated in dust. The mattress' rotting, looks like rats got to them. Even the bed frames are rusted over. The walls look like that got mold on them maybe fire damage. There's a bit of a smell in the room, like its been like this for some time."

"Anything else you see?'

"No, just a room with beds. Beds in a line."

The girl looked under one of the beds and found what looked to be a small teddy bear, as if belonging to a child from long ago.

"I guess this place housed children. There's a teddy bear underneath one of the beds."

The girl looked to a makeshift night stand and saw an old tube of lipstick.

"Looks like maybe adults were housed here too."

Lydia tried to figure out where she was, she looked to Stiles for comfirmation, but it seemed he was having trouble too.

"Can you look out the window?"

The girl goes to make her way towards the window, but something catches her eye.

"Strange." She says.

"What is?" Derek asked.

"That's an odd way to write a five. Its backwards."

That pieces of evidence that the girl just provided was enough to make everyone's hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.

"What is it?" Erica asked sensing the change in atmosphere.

"It looks like it was starched into the wall.' The girl described.

The girl makes it towards the window.

I can't really tell from outside. The bars make it kind of hard to see through the window. Although what I can make out is there's and old vehicle parked just below the window. Its rusted like it had been used in years. Funny its had a white cross on it like a medic truck. Looks military like possible from the second war, World War II."

Everyone looked at each other completely mortified, they were unsure how their Houdini had managed to get to Camp Oak Creek when she had never been there.

The girl turned to the nightstand where she found the lipstick. She opened the draw and found a little book with a broken spine. She flipped through the pages and saw something that caught her eye. A piece of paper dropped from the book. She picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. It was written in Japanese lettering. It was then a though had crossed her mind.

"The camp." The girl said.

"What did you say?' Scott said.

"The concentration camp."

"You mean Auschwitz?'

"No, although it might as well be. The hunter spoke of a camp during Pearl Harbor where they re-housed many Japanese citizens and placed here. This is that camp. That concentration camp, it did have the same harsh treatment as those in Germany, but they weren't treated very well."

'Camp Old Creek." Kira said, "You're Camp Old Creek. They put Japanese American there as a way to protect them, but they called it a Prisonor of war camp because of how they were treated. It was over crowded, poor living conditions, the solider would even sell the supplies to other places."

"So that they could die out on their own. That's usually how they do it. That's what they were trying to do to us too. One day we all woke up and the guards were gone, so was everything else. Funny thing was I was still in the hole. They tried to help me out because climbing out was suicide. Some tried, but ended up falling. Lost a few nails when we climbed, turns out a clean up crew came. That's' when I made my first kill, it was kill or be killed. Once I did that I ran like a crazy man, they sent the dogs out, I was later cornered. Smacked one dog enough to snap its neck and the other dogs got their punishment."

What she had described was what Scott saw. He saw her climb out that well, stab a man to death, escape that fortress just to be pursued by dogs and fought them with a branch, but never knew what happened next.

"How did you get out?" Scott asked.

"A truck full of men came and I took off running. I ran till I made it to a cliff and I kind of played bait. They thought they could run me over, when they got just about close enough, I bailed. Got out o the way and they drove off the cliff. Had to run for my life just so I could fight for it, how's that man? Now my soul is in another concentration camp. And I know not many like to hear that word let alone say because it is an ugly because we know what they are, what happened there and there's not erasing it there's not changing, but let's not beat around the bush because it a concentration camp no one is going to admit it though, but if I looks like a duck, walks like a duck, moves like a duck, quacks like a duck and acts like a duck its probably a duck, no question about it. Which doesn't changes that I'm in another concentration camp and what did a find, a lot of nothing?"

A loud bang was heard, the girl looked around the room unsure if it come from her end or Scott's.

"Is someone hurt?" she asked, "Did someone drop something?"

"No." Lydia replied.

"So it was on my end."

The girl looked around another loud bang was heard at the other side of the room. She turned an saw nothing, but shadows.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"I get the feeling I'm not alone." The girl replied.

A small yet malicious snicker echoed throughout the room.

"I am most definitely not alone."

She was right she was not alone, an old enemy was with her one that was ready for round two.

"What has a neck, but no head?" The Nogisune asked.

"I hate riddles." The girl said with gritted teeth.

Stiles face turned pale in a blink of an eye.

"I got one better, if you are justice please do not lie, what is the price for you blind eye?"

"Justice." Stiles said.

The nogisune laugh echoed throughout the room.

"I will say that is better, its funny it is justice. Which is why I was brought, but it is impolite to not answer."

"Yes is a damn bottle."

"Sharp tongue."

"Seems my right hook was too subtle for you, how's the jaw?"

The comment was enough to cause the Nogisune's blood to boil as it dragged its claws down the beam leaving deep claw marks as if foreboding the fate of the fair maiden.

"what's happening?" Stiles asked.

"Persistent bastard." The girl said.

"Who?'

"He was at the bunker or the underground path the hunter and I took, he had a hound with him. We actually fell through when we found it. Thats when the hunter told me about this camp."

"Who are you talking to?" The Nogisune asked not knowing the girl wasn't really there.

"Who?" Stiles asked.

"The nogisune." Argent answered.

"You need to get out of there." Lydia ordered.

That's when the Nogisune attacked. The girl dodged his clawed hand, she went for a punched. The girl then took off and slid under a bed.

The girl wastes no time crawling under the beds, but is pursued by the Nogisune who yanks at each bed trying to get to her. He then yanks the bed she was about ot go under before grabbing her by the throat and slamming her to the wall.

She used the same fight technique she used on the knight. She put her hand on her left arm and took her left hand grabbing the Nogisune's wrist before twisting it realsing his hold on her. Then knees him in the ribs.

"What did a tell you keep you hands to yourself!" the girl bellowed.

The Nogisune charges her, but leaves himself open to be clothes lined. Out of frustration he grabs a bed and throws it at her. The girl ducks down dodging it. She get up and turns to see where it had went, when she turns she is met with a clawed hand slapping her across the face leaving three claw marks on her cheek, which appeared on her cheek in the physical world with everyone helpless to watch.

The Nogisune goes for another blow, but the girl bends backwards, in doing so she performs a reverse back flip kicking the Nogisune in the chin. She flips to her feet with the nogisune charging at her again. She grabs his arm and turns her back towards him where she elbows him straight into his sharp teeth. Then takes his arm over her shoulder and bends down using her very own body to flip him to the ground.

She then steps back and sees the Nogisune spitting blood for her blow to his mouth. Some teeth are spat out as well.

Not liking to be made a fool of, he turns to the girl with gritted teeth though very few left. Dispute being bandaged up and no being visible, one could see the demeanor of the Nogisune, which would be safe to saw he was not happy at all.

"You should've kept you hands to yourself." She said.

It screams at her before taking a shot. It runs at her, btu the girl steps to the side making him miss her. He then turns around and trys again, but the girl throws a matter at him before taking the bed frame and using it as barrier to keep them separate from each other. She goes at him with the springs and pins him to a wall.

The Nogisune snaps his jaws at the girl even though metal springs were in the way, but that didn't seem to stop them, let alone even cared. For it headbutted her through the makeshift fence and claw through the springs in doing so slashing at her arm, the wound appeared in her arm in the physical world.

"Okay this has gone far enough." Argent warned, "Bring her back.'

"How?" Theo said.

'Meddler!' the girl shouted.

It was enough to make the pack stop.

"Meddler?" the Nogisune mocked.

"Otherwise why are you here, serpent?"

"Serpent? I am no devil."

"You're a fox who feeds on pain and chaos, you might as well be. Meddling in this that could bring such chaos, why wouldn't you do it?"

"I love chaos, and pain, disorder and death, but I did no such thing."

"Someone did, if not you, then who?"

The nogisune laughed.

"He laughs even after getting a few teeth knocked out." The girl mocked.

"It doesn't matter, who meddled. What matter is, when you die I will have your heart."

"Good luck."

"Oh I'm going to enjoy every moment of this."

"Then I'm going to make sure I enjoy this." Scott said.

He throws a sucker punch sending the Nogisune to the ground.

Turned out while in the physical world Scott had gone into the circle and pierced the back of the girl's neck in hopes that entering her mind he could some how manifest himself into the projection. Derek attempted to pull Scott away from the girl, but was held back by Boyd and Isaac.

"Don't if you separated them, you could kill them both, worse than that you could kill Houdini." Malia warned.

"You really need to work on your priorities Tate." Tracy warned.

"Its true if she does we'll lose Scott maybe forever. It'll be Alex all over again." Stiles said.

"I think this is an entirely different level than what happened in Europe." Lydia added.

"Whose Alex/" Theo asked.

'Nevermind, we just need to-" Lydia hatched an idea, "Malia scratch her."

"What?'

"Scratch her, it'll bring her back.'

"I thought that was only if a pump psycho was here."

"Pyscho pump there aren't, but if she comes back Scott will too. Now do it."

"Scott would kill me if he found out I left even a mark on this girl."

"I'm sure he'll understand."

"Oh my God, I'll do it." Cora bellowed.

She attempted to get near the girl, but was shoved back by Malia. Cora attempted to go at Malia, but was held back by Liam and Corey. Malia turned to the girl, she took the girl's hand into hers.

"I'm really sorry about this?" she apologized.

She then dug her nail into the palm of her hand leaving a scratch to which blood surfaced. Malia waited for the girl to react, but nothing happened.

"Did I do it right?" she asked.

"Prick her finger." Lydia said.

Malia took the tip of her claw and prinked the girl's index finger, still nothing happened.

"I'm not punching her. I'm not. If Scott doesn't kill me then Derek will and I woulnd't do it even if these two weren't in the picture. That's not happening."

Derek yanked himself from Boyd and Issac and went to Scott and howled at his ear. One would think that would work, but to no avail just like their last attempts. The howl only seemed to echo through the astral plain. It was almost as if the girl had heard it.

The Nogisune pinned Scott to a piller baring its teeth in his face as if attempting to bite him. Scott headbutted the Nogisune and threw them to the ground.

"Like I said you're not going to fucking touch her." Scott bellowed.

He was then met with blood, when the Nogisune spat in his face. The Nogisune laughed, he was then met with a kick to the face.

"Have some class.' The girl said.

The Nogisune tries to blindside her, but is pounced on by Scott. Scott throws punch after punch, with each contact he saw images of the things that led up to his bite, to the Kanime, the alpha pack, and Jennifer. The onis and the Nogisune, along with almost losing his best friend. The Deadpool and the dread Doctors, the ghost riders, the wild hunt, and how they were being hunted. Ever horror he had faced had now reached its boiling point. Scott had reached that point.

With one good punch the Nogisune was knocked out cold. Scott's face almost beastly like. He sit on top of the Nogisune looking down at it as if nothing had happened. That is before he lets out a scream enough to shake the room as if almost off its foundation. Then he stopped. He tried to fight back his tears as now everything was coming to the surface, the pain, the exhaustion, the sadness, the depression, the panic, the anxiety all coming to a head and too much for him to hold it all back and act like everything was okay, when really it wasn't.

Scott started to sob, each quiver made his body shake, feeling the heaviness on his chest as if an elephant was on it. Each exhale a more anguished and painful cry came. The girl walked up to the broken and brave hero and it her hand softly on his shoulder as if a kind of anchor to bring him back so he wouldn't drift too far. He turned to the girl, showing an expression on his face of shame and embarrassment. The girl did the only thing she thought was appropriate to do, she hugged him.

Scott complied, but held her so tight as if he didn't head be swept away from the harsh currents of his emotions as they all came barreling down on him. The girl could feel his shakes as he let out his sobs. She didn't say anything, just let the young alpha weep.

She knew all too well of reaching that breaking point, the point where one has enough of getting the same result over and over again no matter what angle it was taken. She had reached that point time and time again. Even to the point to where she didn't have enough left in her.

With no question, not even a word, the girl help the youngman to his feet and started to lead him away from this hell. Met with no resistance, no aggression, no hostility, Scott let the fair maiden lead him away.

That is until, the infamous and irritating laugh came, this time coagulating has the blood was still present in the Nogisune's mouth almost sounding like it was gaggling it like one would do with mouthwash during their morning routine.

It was enough for the two to stop in the tracks annoyed and completely drained. They had turned to the adversary who still laid on the ground clearly in no hurry of fighting.

"Such pain, such sorrow.' The Nogisune basked, "I want more."

"Pain, sorrow, strife, chaos and grief." The girl said, "Is that all you yearn for, all you need. Like a drunk to the bottle, the druggie to the needle, the hit. That hit you yearn to have again, the hit that was there with your first taste. Which is one you can almost taste even now as we speak, right?"

The Nogisune licks his lips, "Yes."

"And that is what you want? That is what you seek?' The girl asked, "You want pain, you want all those things? Then let me give it to you. You want it?! Take it! Take it all!"

The Nogisune began to seize, and the room began to shake, even the barred window. Soon crows busted through the window and began to circle around the three. Soon the beds and mattress' almost with the dust and decay began to circle around them as if they were in a middle of a tornado.

A thnunder clap was heard. Scott looked up and saw clouds began to form in the room. Clouds rolls above the room, thunder clattered, and lightning flashed.

"Take my pain!" The girl bellowed, "Take my disappointments, take my grief, my loneliness, my sorrow, my feeling of abandonment. Take it all."

The Nogisune screamed, but it was a scream that no one had heard before. It was a scream of anguish and pain. How could a Void Kitsune, that feeds on nothing, but pain, feel pain?

"Take it back!' it begged.

"Sorry no take backs." The girl mocked.

The Nogisune screamed and went into a fetal position.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Scott grabbed the girl, but she wasn't having it. She turned to him and looked him in the eye.

"Go home." She told him.

She shoved him away, it was enough to send him back into the physical world, where it was enough force to throw him to the wall. His peers looked at him in shock as the girl was still in the astral plain.

She stood in the middle of the eye of the storm.

"Let me bring this whole place down while I'm at it." The girl said.

The Nogisune musters the strengthen to get up to its feet.

"You want it all?" she asked.

It looked up at her.

"You can have it all, have it all."

The Nogisune lunges at her, but the girl lets out a scream that shoves it back pinning it to a wall. In the Physical world the girl does the same thing, she throws her head back and scream, making light bulbs pop and lights flicker almost like strobe lights. Even making the hands on the clocks go wild as they spun around the clocks. Even the very room started to shake violently like an earthquake has made itself known.

Her screams weren't normal screams, they weren't like Lydia's screams, the scream of a banshee, no it was something else. It was a scream that no one had heard before one that had turned into a power roar. It was deep, low and monstrous. A power monstrous roar that was enough for the very town to hear. Enough to bring the whole of Oak Creek Camp down. Making it into nothing, but ruble, debris, down to till there was nothing left.

A raspy gasp came from the girl's lips, before going limp with her head down. As soon as that happened everything around them stopped. The shaking of the room, the flicking lights, the hands of the clock, everything.

Everyone stood silent and scared, afraid to move. Afraid that another fit would begin. The girl raised her head up. Her face showing exhaustion, skin pale as if she had been sick for a long time, her body weak and fragile as if she attempted to stand she would shatter. Her arms plagued with bruises and wounds.

The girl sat quietly confused and tried. She left her arm up showing pain as if lifting her arm was painful enough. She reached to the back of her neck and felt four incisions there, made by Scott's claws when he went into the Astral plain. She turned towards him. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even move after that, just simply looks at him and stares at him, as if thinking what to say or do. Though her the expression on her face slightly changed, it was a look of disappointment that washed over her, one that Scott knew all too well.

Scott attempts to go to the girl, but is met with a punch to the face by Derek. The room is filled with screams and pleads to stop. It takes a few werewolves to hold Derek back, while Argent and Sheriff put themselves in the middle to keep a fight from happened. All of this while the girl just sit quietly watching the whole thing. Only one can ask what she was thinking when all of this was happening while she sat and watches without saying a word. If one was to ask her why she didn't say or do anything, she would probably say It wasn't her place.

"Don't you ever do that again!" Derek bellowed.

Derek attempts to take the girl, but she yanks herself away before he could even take her arm. He was met with a face that showed she was not in the mood for childish things and wasn't afraid to show it if necessary. That was enough to bring Derek back. The girl was guarded up, the very walls Derek tried to break so trust could be formed were not built back up.

Perhaps time and space was enough for the girl to calm down.

"I'm going to the vault, I'll be back." He said with a disappointed tone in his voice, "And when I come back she's coming with me."

"But Derek-" Cora was cut off.

"She's coming with us, and that's it."

Derek left the room, and everyone stays at their posts. The girl sat still only rubbing the back of her neck.

"Derek." Argent called, "Sheriff and I will go to the vault, you and your sister should go home take a moment then come back."

Derek didn't want to argue, but felt it was enough space for the girl to gather herself.

"Fine." He said, "But Scott can't be here. He should go to the vault with you."

"We can't just leave her unprotected." Parrish said, "Get Scott did a stupid move, but he didn't do it to hurt her. Maybe you're just mad because he beat you to the punch."

Derek growled.

"Enough." The girl said tiredly, but stern and firm, "Everyone go, do what needs to be done, just go."

"We can't leave you alone." Malia said, "Its not safe."

"You and I have been through way worse, yet we've adapted.'

"We kind of had no choice."

"Exactly, which we why we did what we did."

Malia gave a small smile.

"Go with the hunter and lawkeeper, take Scott and wise, Style with you. Oh and Bella go with the Hellhound Parrish to the camp."

"Camp? You mean Oak Creek Camp? Why?" Parrish said.

"I'm pretty sure I brought that whole place down along with everything in it along with someone else. Just would like confirmation is all."

"What did you do?'

"If the whole building was not brought down then it was probably all in my head. Which I really hope not."

Lydia and Parrish exchanged looks, unsure what she had meant.

'Go on now." The girl said.

"What about you?" Malia asked.

"Nothing I can't handle. Need to catch my bearings. And I wouldn't be alone, I have some company."

"Not good company."

"Oh I'm sure they know their place, right?" The girl turned to Donavon.

He gulped knowing what she had meant.

"Oh I'm sure he does." Tracy teased, "And I'm sure Theo does too."

"I've knew mine the moment I met her." Theo said.

"I agree. He knew I'd rip them off."

Isaac let out a laugh before leaving the room. Sheriff shook head his and went to leave, but took a hold of Boyd and pulled him aside.

"Watch her." He told him.

"Why she's not a danger." Boyd asked.

"Oh I know she's not, and I know she can take care of herself, I just want you to watch her and make sure she's safe. I also ask that you make sure at no point is Mr. Raeken to be alone with her. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him."

Boyd nodded in understand.

"One more thing, any funny business from him, just don't tell me, okay?"

Boyd looked at Theo was stood in the corner of the room looking at the girl. He wasn't afraid to keep the fair maiden safe if it meant he had to get his hands dirty. It was nothing new to him. He turned back to Sheriff and nodded.

"Good. We'll be back."

Boyd nodded and went to the girl who still sat in the circle. He sat down in front of her and watched.

"May I have that book back there?' the girl asked.

"what book? This one?' Theo said as he picked up, "The dread doctors."

"Yes."

"Why do you want to read that?"

"Its going to be a while so I might as well keep myself occupied."

"Then what are we supposed to do.' Donavon asked, "I'm not getting stuck here babysitting."

"Then you can leave. No one is stopping you." The girl said "Besides this asylum is pretty big. I;m sure it has all kinds of things."

"Like what?"

"Think of how many lobotomies they've conducted over the years."

"So."

"So? Don't you think you should go check it out. They save the brain tissues they removed for further testing. They even bring it to presentations with colleges, med schools even. Hell how much you want a bet they have other oddies, like a skeleton, or maybe a petrified eyeball in a jar and you can shake it around like those snow globes you'd get as a souvenir when you'd go on those summer trips with your family. Maybe even tonsils or other organs. Like hearts. Did oyu know that even thought the heart is separated from the body it will still beat?"

"Bullshit."

'Its true."

"Bullshit it ain't."

"Okay then why don't you go find out for yourself. Go look for any storage rooms and find a heart in a jar, when you do prink your finger and drop your blood in the jar and watch it all unfold. It will start beating again and suck up the blood like it would when its in your body."

"Ain't no way.'

"Well then you won't know unless you go looking and when you do you can give me hell for it, how's that sound?" It sounds of a hell of a a lot better than just a mere money bet, you can have bragging rights till the day you die."

"All right then, then I will because they're not way that's true."

"Well then I guess you'll find out soon then."

'Shoot, where's the storage room.' Donavon said.

Some of the others snickered and followed.

"Go on go ahead.' Theo encouraged, "Try not to get tenues."

"I thought that was through rust." Boyd said.

"You get through something." Theo said.

He knelt down new the girl look at one of the pages.

Elsewhere, Cora was taking a shower and although it did nothing to change her appearance, it still felt goo to take a shower and wash off all the first and sweat.

She gets out of the shower and into the make shift living room while drying her hair.

"I'll admit that felt so good." Cora exclaimed, "Though I still looked like a she wolf, still nothing to worry about."

Derek didn't seem to acknowledged what she said. His shoulders slouched, his head down. All he did do was look at his hands that were covered in dirt and blood. His claws still visible.

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" he asked.

"She crashed landed. It happens." Cora said, "I mean with what Scott did it wasn't a very soft landing either. I mean you say the whole think. Hell she even said she may have brought the whole building down."

"She didn't want me near her."

"Derek." She said in a annoyed tone, "She probably was just trying to get her head straight. I mean Astral Projection and mind manipulation all at once I'm sure can cause some discombobulation. I can't believe I was able to say that word, but its true. Its not a real pleasant thing to go through, you know that. You found that out with Uncle Peter. Kind of think of it, where has he been through all this."

"Bali."

"Of course I wouldn't blame living in this hell hole I'd leave too. Which I think the little shit was on to something with Beacon Hell."

"Would you stop!"

"Stop what?'

"Why are you constantly belittling her. Ever since she was in a coma you've been belittling her. Nonstop. Its gotta stop! Enough!"

"Listen ever since you've seen her at the woods, its always been about her. How do we know she's not the one doing this? All of this? She could be playing us.'

"She's not."

"You don't know. How do to know? How do you know she's not like Jennifer or Kate?"

"Trust me she's not."

"How?"

"I don't think someone with a master plan would tell their life's story and give hints that they're not a good person if they're the ones who caused this. How do you explain the visions, that Scott, Lydia and even I had?'

"Maybe she's doing it to have some kind of sympathy."

"So make us think she was a attacked by a dog, when clearly every detail she gave was spot on and on top of which there is literal physical evidence of a scar that is clearly a bite mark on her side. A scar on her lip, that's how I knew she wasn't laying. I saw what that asshole did. Dragging her to the pool when clearly she didn't want go. He didn't give a shit, she retaliated by biting the bastard. He didn't like that so he slapped as if she was some kind of doll."

"Who confessed to castrating a priest."

"Who couldn't keep his filthy hands to himself. Who was perfectly capable of control his own actions, but abuse and used his title to get what he wanted, degraded those people because he thought he could. I mean you're telling me if you found out, you wouldn't do anything about it?"

"Of course I would, I would've spread his intestines all of the ground leading to the church."

"Well I guess she was more creative."

"All I'm saying is let's be cautious. I get it you've made some mistakes, made some poor choices, I just don't want you to get hurt again because you put your blinders on and be made a fool of again."

"No not this one. Something about this one is more, she hates herself. Jennnifer and Kate enjoyed what they did, bragged about it, bathed in it. This one, this one's has something they never did."

'Which is?"

"Humanity. All this girl ever wanted. The only thing this girl wanted was go home. So probably did just about anything just so she could get home, but when she got there, she found the harsh reality that she already knew, just held out a little bit of hope thinking that it wouldn't be like that."

'So what did she expect, a welcome home party. "Hey we found her!" that kind of thing?'

"No, she was hoping that maybe just maybe she was back to where she was where it all began. Maybe have some form of piece."

"We all know we will never have peace after the shit we've been through."

"Maybe, or maybe she wanted to see that for herself."

"We don't even know her name, we've been calling her Houdini for god's sake."

"Does it matter? What matter is she needs our help. She's calling for help for some time and no one has been listening, no one has been doing shit, but we can as we should. That girl has been alone and God knows what she's been through and what she's seen. She is like that because of the things she's done and can explain and the things she's can't explain. She was left to her own devices at an early age. The son of a bitch didn't even care. She was on her own, alone, taking care of herself. So we're going to help her whether you like it or not. You can sit this one out if you want I don't care. All that I'm going to ask is that you knock it off."

"What if putting her back to sleep is helping her?"

"That is not happening. She was going through hell when she was in a coma, and for us to put her back there is just irresponsible."

"But what is it's the only way."

"It can't be."

"Why not?"

"Because that's not how the story ends."

"This story isn't a fairy tale this is real life, where reality happens. Even if it was, not all fairy tales have a happy ending. They don't live happily ever after. We don't even get that in a real life and most stories are based on real life. No one ever get the happy ending, maybe this is how the story is to end, with shire reality of what life is. There's no do overs, no rewrites, just life. Because that's life."

"It doesn't have to be."

At the same time, the girl was in the lab alone reading the dread Doctor book. Boyd was looking around the room, looking at the items. The girl sat quietly until she looked up and saw Theo by the door. He nudged his head gesturing for her to come with. The girl looked at Boyd before turning back to Theo.

Chattering echoed throughout the halls.

"Okay.' Donavon entered the room, "We didn't find a heart, but we did find-" He looked up and saw that the room was empty, "Hey where'd you go?"

Little did they know is that the trio went where most people would go to hang out with friends or just to get out of the house.

Glass shattered and coated the mall entrance with fragments. Theo went through the door frame kicking shards of glass to the side. Boyd carried the girl bridal style to keep her feet from getting cut. Their shoes would cause crunching sounds on the glass as they walked over it.

Once they were on clean flooring, Boyd placed the girl on her feet. The girl looked around the mall seeing the different stores and stands.

"Ever been to a mall?' Theo asked.

"Not this vast." The girl answered, "More like a bazaar."

"Cool, huh?"

"Very."

"We shouldn't be here." Boyd pressed, "Sheriff said-"

"Sheriff can put a lid on it. The girl needs shoes and some clothes from crying out loud. We're not hurting nobody." Theo said.

"Do they sell wooly socks here?' the girl asked.

"I don't see why not. Want to find socks?"

"Which store?"

Before the girl knew it, they were at a shoe store, where she was unboxing a pair of shoes.

"Do you know what size you are?' Theo asked.

The girl shook her head.

"Its okay we got all night."

The girl turned to Boyd who was looking at a pair of air jordens.

"What are those?" she asked in disgust.

"Sneakers."

"Those are sneakers?"

"Air Jorden's."

"And they call them shoes?"

"Yeah."

"Those are so ugly. People seriously walk in those things?"

"Yeah?"

"They remind me of poverty.'

Theo stiffened a laugh.

"What?' Boyd said.

"Yes." The girl said.

"How?"

"I've heard about them $200 $300 shoes and for what? So you can wear them once to show them off then throw it into the closet just so you can say you have them and never use them again like they are intended. What a waste. While other people buy $25 close to $40 shoes and make use of them. Not wasting their money on vanity, last I checked vanity doesn't pay the bills, like everything else the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away."

"What if they donated it?" Theo asked.

"If people are buying shoes just so they can donate them, then that's a different story. They're giving back, being humble."

"You can buy nice things and still be humble." Boyd said, "You're buying nice things because now you're able to. Of course if you're not showing off and bragging about it there's nothing wrong with that."

"Regardless those shoes are way to much, and one would onlhy wear them once. You're more liekyl to keep and use the $25 shoes a lot longer than those bleakers. Besides they don't look like their your style."

Boyd let out a chuckle, "To be honest I never cared."

"You look like you played football or something." Theo said.

"Was never really into it, I liked it, but never really had the ambition to play."

"What did you want to do?" The girl asked.

"I don't know, never really thought about it. The only thing I wanted was a car."

"What about now?"

"I don't know."

The girl nodded.

"When all is said and done, what will happen to us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like we find the meddler, after we do that and everything supposedly goes back to normal, what happens next?"

'You're asking if you'll go back?"

"Yes." Boyd nodded.

"I don't know, I've never experienced this before."

"You said a little boy brought people back, I know you said he let go, but how did you-"

"Unfortunately when he brought back his family along with others, at first they were normal, acting as if nothing happened, eventually they started to act differently. Some cationic, others aggressive, some went to sleep and never woke up. Some even wandered, like the lights were on, but nobody home kind of thing. When I found out about him, it was funny he found me. I guess he knew I'd help. When I asked him why, he said he didn't want to be alone anymore, that his grandpa fell and didn't wake up and the only thing he could think of was that he didn't want to be alone and managed to bring his grandfather and his family back along with others. I asked him do you know what you must do? He said yes, I asked would he do it. "He then says I don't want, but I know I have to. This si not a life, my grandfather always said no matter how much it hurts, no matter how long it takes to heal, Death is apart of life, without death there is no life. There is a reason why they are beginnings and endings. Not everyone wants to wonder how the story ends when there is no ending. So this is where the story ends. It ends with everything going the way it was supposes to be, the balance it was to take, that death was supposed to happen and life was to keep going, this story ends with me."

Theo wouldn't admit it nor would he show it, but he wiped a tear from his eye.

"I wasn't there when that boy was brought into this world screams, but I was there holding him when he left this world with a smile on his face. He knew where he was going, and he knew it was going to be all right.'

'You said he was eight?" Boyd said.

"Eight years old and he knew what sacrifice was, while most kids know how to be kids."

"Did he know how he did it?'

"I think it just happened."

"You think the meddler will do the same, just give it up."

"I don't think the meddler meant for this to happen. I don't think the meddler knew what they was doing. Their hopes genuine, their intentions good, but their expectations naïve. I don't think they expected results, just had hope. Hope that it would work, they wanted to at least try and see what would happen. Sounds fair, but went about it the wrong way."

"What would they have to do, to give it up?" Theo asked.

"Like anything a price has to be paid, the question is at what cost did they have to go through to get in this position and how much more are they willing to pay? Unless they are already paying now that, that my friend, that's the question we should be asking. Because there's always a price to pay the question is whose going to pay for it and how? Usually there's not a happy answer, let alone a happy end."

At the same time, Scott was at the vault looking around for items that could be of use. He was then greeted by a familiar face one he had not been expecting.

"Hello boy.' Marguerite's sweet voice greeted.

It made Scott jump causing some of his peers to look up at him in confusion and question.

"Sorry.' He said.

He then turned to Marguerite and pretended she wasn't there.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered.

"Nothing what are you doing here?"

"Nothing"

"How's your so called quest was going?"

"Its going good I did it."

"Oh I love the sound a sweet denial."

"What do you want?"

"I think we both know what needs to be done."

"Oh really and what needs to be done?"

"We both know you know the answer to that."

"OI'm not putting her to sleep and you're not real, therefore you're not here."

"I see your point, but if I'm not real and I'm not here, then how are you seeing me?"

"You're just a figment of my imagination who acts as my conscience and that's how you're here."

"So I'm like jiminy cricket and your Pinocchio? I think we both know the ending to that story."

"He became a real boy."

"Not the one I was thinking. He was hung from a tree."

"So what are you a ghost?"

"Just checking in."

"So checking up on me?"

"I think you know where this is leading to."

"Its not happening."

'We did warn you."

"I can fix it."

"And how are you going to do when we both know what really has to be done?"

"Like what putting her back in a coma?"

"Don't you think that's the best thing to do?"

"That's not happening."

"Well what do you foresee if that's not the way. This is not time to make this about you."

"This not about me, this was never about me, it never was."

"This was always about you. This is all because of you."

'So I'm the bad guy?"

"You were told the cost."

"And I say I'd take it."

"What cost? Everyone is gone, you are not healing properly, balance and order are in chaos. All of the fallen are rising again, blood has been shed and she is fading. How much more has to happen before you realize this isn't working."

"I'll figure out a way."

"When she's dead a buried. How about you stop fooling yourself and let the truth have it day. Let go."

"I can't."

"You won't. Its not that you can't let you, you won't let go. You need to let go, you need to let her go, you holding on to her is doing more harm to her. You holding on to her is killing her."

"I'm not. I can't let her go back into a coma. I can't let go, I won't."

"Its going to kill you if you don't and then a difficult choice will have to be made, one that won't be yours to make."

"And what's that?"

"It doesn't have to be that way, let it go let it all go before its too late. It's a choice one you can make now."

'And that is?"

"You, her or both of you."

"What are you saying?'

"You, her, or both of you."

"No not happening. I don't like it, I'm not doing it. Forget it."

"Its going to kill you if you don't."

"I'm going to die anyway."

"Oh yes you will, but at least die with dignity not pettiness."

"Pettiness?"

"Oh yes."

"How am I being petty?"

"By being selfish. You would rather have her suffer just so your ego can grow."

"Ego? Why don't you talk to Derek about that?"

"Least he didn't let his cloud his judgement."

"You should've met him before."

"Yes, but he's not the one who had been warned, I'm sure if how you say the shoe was on the other foot, he would've taken the warning and been her champion when she woke up."

"She need help, everyone heard it, saw it."

"Merely revisiting memories so she could learn."

"Learn? That's wasn't teaching that was, pure hell. Letting her relive those moments and for what, to suffer. I woke her up so she wouldn't suffer."

Marguerite sighed out of frustration, 'And here I thought we were going somewhere. I will say you friend has the right idea."

'Oh yea I'm fully aware of his sleeping beauty theory. She's not going back to sleep.'

"Then how about you fall upon your own sword or someone will do it for you and trust me its coming. So grant yourself a deathless death instead. You, her, or both of you."

'No, its not happening."

"You, her or both of you."

"No."

"Its either you, her or both of you."

"You're not here, you're not real."

Marguerite's warning starts to get more louder, more aggressive as she speaks as if trying to hammer how detrimental the situation and how the extent of it could turn into."

"It's either you, her, or both of you."

"I'm not listening."

"Its either you, her or both of you! Its either you, her, or both of you. It'll either be you, her or both of you."

"Shut up!" Scott shouts at the top of his lungs, "Shut up!"

His peers turn to him unsure what had happened or why he was screaming in the way that he was. Scott rips himself away from the situation and goes out of the school, where he lets out a scream that he didn't know he was holding back this time. A scream of anger, a scream of frustration, a scream of agony, a scream as if hoping it would bring relief to him in his time of need. His scream slowly turned into a roar that could be heard from inside of the school, it was enough to cause a mild shake of the building.

"What was that?" Ste asked.

"That is a man who has reached his limit." Stiles said.

Scott fell on his knees, as he sobbed knowing fully well Marguerite's warning had some truth to it. He meant it when he said he'd pay the cost and if it was him to lay down his life for the girl just so she wouldn't have to, he meant it. Though it wasn't supposed to end up like this.

At the same time, Lydia and Parrish was walking to Oak Creek Camp.

"How far is it?' Parrish asked.

"Not far it like on the back lot of Eichen House." Lydia replied.

"She said she thinks she brought it down."

"That what she said.'

"How would she bring it down? How did she even know to go there?'

"I think it just happened."

"This si far from the Nemeton."

"Maybe she went where she needed to go."

"Here?"

"You're guess is as good as mine."

"That was a pretty bold move Scott pulled back there."

"He's lucky he didn't kill her."

"What do you think he saw?"

"Sounds like they were fighting the Nogisune."

"Sounds like she was kicking his ass.'

"The Nogisune feeds on pain, is that why he's after her, because she holds the most pain."

"Maybe. When, before she got out of her coma, Derek, myself, Sheriff, even Scott were having visions about her. In various scenarios, but its mostly as if she was a child. A child calling for help."

"She was alone and scared. When you're alone and scared I guess you're bound to attract stuff, right?"

"True. She didn't have many people in her life from what it sounds like."

"Do you think she's right, that she should go back into a coma."

"I don't it just seems wrong to me."

"What if it's the only way, what if she's right."

"Then I would feel more comfortable if she wanted to, not that she felt that she had to."

"How would we put her back to sleep then? It there even a way to put someone in a coma."

"Medical induced coma, its sometimes used for cancer patient to help with the treatment process."

"And what then?"

"I don't know."

"Is Scott the meddler?"

"Yeah."

"Did you know that this would happen?"

"I don't think so."

"We both know what Scott has to do then."

"Yeah I know."

"I get it he tried so hard to save her, and he was swearing up and down that she was real and everything. Hell I found him out in the middle of the woods one night, he said he didn't even remember how he got there."

"He was sleepwalking."

"Lydia."

Lydia stopped and turned to face Parrish.

"What is it, that you're not telling me?"

"To be quite honest Parrish, I really don't care anymore, I'm tired and want this night to end. All I want is sleep. So if sleep will bring her relief and not bring her any pain that she's going through now and that's somehow saving her, then so be it."

Lydia turns to walk, but is brought to a halt when she sees the gate. It was crushed as if something had torn through it. The building was in ruins, and the ground itself had swallowed it whole.

"No way." Lydia said astonished by what she was seeing.

"Whoa." Parrish said.

They walked to the ruble and debris to get a closer look at the destruction.

"She wasn't joking." Parrish said.

"No she wasn't."

They exchanged looks as they couldn't believe that the girl was right.

At the same time the girl was looking through some magazine from a bookstore. Loud squeals could be heard as Theo was playing with a remote control car making it go through the aisles. The girl put the magazine down and made her way to rest area where Boyd sat. She stood by the bench until a vending machine caught her eye. She walked up to is and looked at the options it had. She noticed the protein bar that Stiles gave her earlier, the only thing that she could taste. She started to find a weak spot, she went around the machine to no avail.

She sighed until she noticed the machine started to move, in one swift motion the machine fell on its side shattering the glass. The girl turned and found that it was Boyd who tiled the vending machine over. Without any question the girl grabbed a few of the bars and started to mounch on them. She even offer ond to Boyd, who kindly decline with a small smile and a shake of his head.

"What the hell was that?' Theo asked as he ran out of the store.

"She was hungry." Boyd said.

"Well not really, but I did want something."

"You could ask you know."

"Didn't want to bother you."

"Those are nasty." Theo commenting on the protein bars.

"Actually they're pretty good, they're the only ones I can taste."

"I can't stand them they got this weird after taste and make you feel thirsty."

Boyd taking note of this, goes up to the beverage vending machine. He punched through the vending machien causing it to malfunction and drinks to pour out.

"Usually you use money, but that works too." The girl said.

She took a can of coke and opened it, she blew on it as if it was hot then drank it. She made an expression similar to when one eats something sour.

Theo chuckled, "To carbonated?'

She shoves the can in his chest and runs to the nearest trash can and spit in it. Making a groan of disgust. Theo and Boyd enhanced looks. Theo took a sip of the drink and tasted nothing wrong.

"Tastes like chalk." The girl said, "The only thing that I can taste are those portien bars. Style gave me one back at the libaray, when the Zombie moon was at its fullest."

"Zombie moon?' Theo said.

"An accursed moon, when one wans especially when one has taken the form of a full moon it cam be the most holiest nights for black sabbeths."

"Like witch craft." Boyd said.

"Aye among other things."

"So witches did this? The meddler is a witch?"

"No, no magic least not the kind I've grown to know. Like the I said the meddler didn't know what they were doing, they didn't know if it would even work. They said if it didn't work they'd move on."

"How do you know that?' Theo said.

"Its hard to explain."

A loud bang was heard which caught the trio off guard. They looked around to find out where the source of the sound was.

The three started to walk through the halls of the mall until they reached the food court, with is vast tables and numerous choices for food.

The loud bang happened again only this time it was a trash can that had toppled over. Boyd picks it up not thinking much, but remained vigilant. A janitor's troll came at them before rolling to a stop.

"I don't like this." Theo said.

Feeling like they were being toyed with they started to double back.

"Yo, you got our backs.' Theo asked sensing something was a mess.

"Yeah." Boyd replied.

"Houdini stand behind me."

The girl looked up behind him and sees something that caught her eye, "Look out!" she shouts.

Before Theo could even react let alone look behind him, he is tackles to the ground taking tables to the ground with him. It was unclear what had the drop on him, but after a brief struggle the assailant made himself known, they took theo's wirst and placed it over his head.

"Boyd get her out of here!" he shouted.

Boyd pulls the girl behind him protecting her from whatever threat it was.

The masked Assailant got into Theo's face ad did something unexpected, they did an obnoxious burp in his face.

"What the hell." The girl said.

The assailant throws their head back laughing. Theo looked at them confused. They took off the mask reveling to be Donavon.

"You know playing the hero will only get you so far." Donavon said.

"Get the hell off me!" Theo said throwing Donavon off as he got up to his feet.

"Ah Boyd get her out of her, go." Donavon mimicking Theo.

'I didn't know it was you."

"Man, you're such a sucker."

"what would you do that?"

"Call payback for that shit move you pulled back there way back when."

"You knew what you were getting yourself into."

"Yeah no, I didn't know anything, neither did Tracy or Corey, not even Hayden."

Tracy and erica appeared and looked at the girl's attire.

"You guys take her to a mall and don't get you clothes?" Erica asked, "Man you guys are cheap."

"No they just got expensive taste.' The girl said.

"Come on lets you cleaned up." Tracey said.

"and where are you guys going/" Donavon asked.

"To the little girl's room nosey."

"Well what are we supposed to do."

"I don't know measure dicks or something, see who can pee the farthest, what ever boys do, I don't care."

"You know that's not a bad idea, I bet I can do it the farthest."

"That's nasty." Boyd commented.

Tracey and Erica were with the fair maiden. They were cleaning they're selves off of blood and dirt.

"I won't lie it felt go to use the bathroom." Tracy exclaimed.

"Why didn't you use it at the asylum/" Erica questioned.

"Did you see the bathroom there? You're lucky if you make it out without catching an disease or something."

"Least its better than pissing out in the woods and being watched." The girl chimed in.

"Did they at least give you toilet paper?"

"No, they watched and they were a poof."

"A what?" Erica laughed.

"A poof."

"A poof." Tracey repeated, "What's that?"

"Its what the people in the UK call those who are gay. I'm sure it means something else, but when I told it meant that because the whole stereotypical stigma that if a boy or a man practiced ballet-"

"They were called gay because boys should be playing sports and girls should be doing girly things like make up and ballet."

"Exactly."

"What else do they say there?'

"A lot of stuff, but I don't think I should repeat it."

The girl laughed.

"I'm sure you already know what Twat and Wanker mean."

"Oh yeah trust me that's not too hard to figure out. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to know what those words mean."

The girls laughed.

"I've seen it in movies and even at clubs, but why do people write in the stalls?' the girl asked, "What's the purpose?"

"Just small time vandalism nothing crazy. Some think leaving their number will get them lucky. Mostly its to talk crap behind people's back. Nothing crazy."

"The numbers I knew the whole, Stacy is a slut or Lindsey was here. I never understood."

"Yeah just people being stupid."

The girl's attention was drawn to a dispenser for feminine products. She walks up to it, she fiddles with the hinges, but nothing moves.

"You need something?" Erica asked.

The girl nodded.

Erica walked up to the machine, she rips the machine open.

"Oh good call, because I need some." Tracy said.

The girl takes a few boxes of pad. She opens the boxes and places the pads on her feet before wrapping them on with tape. The girls looked at the fair maiden with a look of question, but the girl paid no mind to them.

"You need shoes." Tracey said.

"Can't find my size." The girl answered, "And I will not wear those clown shoes that they say is the stylish things you'll ever wear."

Tracey chuckles, "Some do look like clown shoes."

"Hey lets go try on some clothes, and do a shop and grab." Erica suggested.

"We could totally get away with it. And we can find you better clothes then those rags."

"I don't think now's the time to shop." The girl said.

"Why not, have a little fun." Tracy said.

"Let's least check if the boys didn't kill each other first."

The girls laughed.

"Stay here." Tracey said, "We'll go see if thety're alive."

The two girls left the bathroom leaving the girl behind. The girl approached the mirror and examined her reflection.

"Missing." She says, "Something's missing. This is not my face."

Erica and Tracey whispered and laughed like girls gossiping. They reached the end of the hall until they were both grab from both sides. Donavin and Theo had grabbed Tracey on their right, while Boyd grabbed a hold of Erica on his left.

Boyd with his hand on Erica's mouth placed his free finger on his lips gestering her to keep quiet. He pointed up to show why.

Erica looked up to see the threat, it was Belasko. He was sniffing the air. The wound on his neck that the girl inflected on him didn't stop him from getting his prize.

"Where are you?" he shouts, "I know you're here. I can smell you, I've seen your face. I never forget a face. Come on!"

His roar shakes the room. It caused the pack to cover their ears.

"You won't come out?! Fine! I'm not much for hide and seek, but when I find you you're not going to like what I go." He screamed.

"Where is she?" Theo mouthed.

'Bathroom." Erica mouthed back.

Theo went to sneak passed Belasko's vision as he made his way to the girl's bathroom.

"Houdini." He called in the best whisper that he could possibly muster up, 'Houdini, we have to go."

He slowly looked in every stall doing everything he could to not make a sound, for any sound could mean death.

"Houdini come on." He said, "Now's not the time to play games right now."

He opened the last stall and saw that it was empty, he closed it and was meant with a punch to the face before being slamming into a mirror, craking it. Blood dripped down the mirror like rain on a window.

"Theo Raeken." Belasko said, "I was wondering when I'd see you again. I take it you didn't get Scott's power either."

"It wasn't about that."

"It was for me."

He pushed Theo more into the broken glass cutting up his temple ever more.

"You're a nbit stronger than the others, I'm stronger."

"I'm strong enough to kill you."

Theo elbow Belasko in the face, and then clawed at his face with on swipe. Belasko screamed before throwing a punch himself. Theo ducked doging the blow for it would have gone through his head instead of the nearby stall door.

Theo punches him in the stomach making Belasko spit blood directly in his face. Theo went back as Belasko held his stomach as his threw up blood.

"Fuck." Theo said.

Belasko spat the last bit fo blood before his showing his blood soaked teeth, he then goes at Theo again, but Theo ducks then spin to kick Belasko into a nearby stall. Belasko yells turning to Theo to punch him, but his blow was dodged causing him to punch a nearby mirror instead. Theo goes to run, but is grabbed by his shoulder sand slammed into a wall causing a massive dent for him to sit in it.

Belasko's claws start to glow, his puts on hand on the wall near Theo's head before grabbing him by the face.

"Any last words." He asks.

Theo spits in his face as if payback for what Belasko said. Belasko scoffed before headbutting Theo. Theo sank to the ground.

"First you, then the girl. I can't wait, going to have so much fun." He leans into Theo's face, "If you know what I mean."

"Hey!" a loud shout was heard.

Belasko turns and is met with a bucket of water to the face causing him to slip and fall to the ground. Theo takes this as his cue to get out of there. Belasko struggles to get up to his feet, but is met with a mop the face slamming him into the wall.

Not liking being the butt of the joke he screams to go after his assailant only to be met with the hard cold metal door of the stall.

"Are oyu okay?" the girl asked Theo.

"Yeah, thanks."

"You little bitch!" Belasko shouted.

Belasko tries to get up on to his feet, but slips down hard.

"To bad that stitch isn't here." The girl spoke about Donavon.

'Yeah I know come on." Theo said.

He took the girl's hand and took off running.

"What is that thing?" the girl asked.

"Another failed experiment of the dread doctors." Theo explained.

"What kind of stitch is he?"

"Werewolf, but I don't remember the other part."

"He's got talons, werewolves don't have talons they have claws."

"I'm aware of that."

"How is he still alive/"

"I don't know, last I saw he was stabbed by one of the doctors.'

"So he was dead already."

'Yeah.'

"You must be mistaken I dug a piece glass shard in his jugular which should have killed him. Nothing could survive that blow."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"I don't know it was some kind of hospital maybe, it was when I met the hellhound. He was trying to kill Bella."

"Bella?"

"The banshee."

"Lydia? Why do you call her Bella.'

"She was the first beautiful thing I saw in this world. She's no angel."

"Oh I could've told you that."

"Get back here!" Belasko shouted.

They came up on to an escalator. The girl went in between the railings and slide down the center to the bottom of the floor. Theo followed suit. The too kept funning until they were in the middle of a food court.

"How many of these things does this mall have?"

"Last I checked three."

"Three? Is there a famine here?"

"No, just plain capital greed that's feeding off America's obesity pandemic."

"Great."

"We got to-"

Theo was grabbed and thrown to a nearby pillar. Belasko took on look at the girl and started to walk towards her, but the girl stood her ground no backing down.

"This is going to be fun." Belasko said.

"Want to play? Then lets play."

In one swift motion the girl grabbed the nearest table, by its leg and swung it like a baseball bat at Belasko who was knocked into near by tables. Belasko screamed at charged at the girl, the girl used the table has a shield between them as he started to slash away at the table leaving deep claw marks on it.

The girl then jabbed it in Belasko's face who flailed back at the blow as it was enough to break his nose. Belasko pulls back for a moment and wipes the blood off he looks up at the girl clearly not in the mood for any more defiance from her. He snaps his teeth together trying to act intimidating, but it didn't seem to phase her.

He goes to charged at her, but she swings the table like she did before sending him over a nearby counter. In doing so it caused the table to break making it useless for the girl in case of any future attacks.

The girl uses her tip toes to look over the counter, daring not to go any closer. Belasko springs up to his feet, snapping his jaws together.

"Shit." The girl said.

She took off running without hesitation. Belasko leaped over the counter and went after her. He caught up to her in a flash and slashed at her back causing her to lose her footing. Belasko then tackles her to the floor as they slide a few feet. He then yanks her on to her back. The girl grabs his face and scratches it causing Belasko to yell in pain. He grabs her by her wrist and twists it.

"What are you going to do now bitch?" he asks.

The girl grabs him by the throat with her free hand and brings him towards her enough for her to bite down on his neck making him scream in pain, her bite was enough to draw blood. Belasko yanks himself back screaming in pain, enough time to give the girl the opportunity to knee him in the back just enough for her throw him off of her.

She gets up to her feet and kicks him in the face enough for her to start heading back to Theo, but before she get could do Belasko grabbed her back the ankle yanking her off her feet. She lands onto a nearby table and falls to the floor. Belasko tries to mount her again, but this time the girl kicks him in the chest to keep him from doing so, he falls to the floor and the girl gets up on her knees.

Belasko gets up on to his feet and goes to the girl, but the girl lets out a scream. The scream was enough to making him throw his back as if he had been hit. Paying no mind ot it he going at the girl again and the girl lets out a scream again enough to push him back The girl keeps screaming until he's pushed into a near by pillar.

"Stay back!" she warns.

Belasko shakes his head and charges at her. Wasting no time the girl lets out a scream, but doesn't rest. Belasko tries to walk through it, but he can't move. Tracy, Donavon, Boyd and Erica run onto the scene. Theo looks on in awe and shock.

The girl kept screaming until her scream turned into a sound that no one heard before. The sound could be compared to a truck horn on a highway, but if one was to hear it up close they would know it was no truck horn, it was a monstrous sound one that not even a werewolf could make even if they wanted to.

The roar could be heard across town. Cora and Derek heard it at the loft.

"what is that?" Cora asked.

"I don't know."

'Could it be that thing that was at the school."

"I don't think so, it sounds different."

It even was heard at the school.

"What is that?" Isaac asked.

"I don't know, but it sounds big.' Scott said.

"It sounds close."

"Its not, but its strong."

Parrish and Lydia heard it.

"Is it that thing again?" he asked.

"No, its her."

Without question the two took off back to Eichen house, not knowing that they were no longer where they were supposed to be.

Back at the mall the girl kept going, her screams getting stronger by the minute. It was enough to blow Belasko into a pillar pinning him there. As if that wasn't satisfying enough, the girl's screams grew louder and more aggressive making the others cover their ears. It even causing cracks to appear, making the ceiling and walls around them collapse. Soon everything turned black.

Later, Scott was asleep and Stiles watched over her best friend trying not to fall asleep himself. A hand went on his shoulder grabbing his attention. He looked up to find his dad looking over him.

"Go home son, get some sleep.' He told his son.

"Home?" Stiles said, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I'll look after him. You just keep the walkie open and if anything changes we'll head over."

"What about the maiden?"

"Maiden?"

"Houdini."

"I refuse to believe that that's her name. I'm sure Lydia and Parrish will double back. I'll call them and tell them to get over here."

"I can't leave him here."

"I'll look after him. It'll be okay. Just let me know when you get there okay?"

Stiles nodded, "Only if you promise that you'll be careful."

"I will son." Sheriff promised, "Go, your cars outside. Be careful."

"I will dad."

Stiles took one last look at his friend who laid against the wall sleeping. Reluctantly he left the vault and to his car. He started the car which to his surprise turned on with no issue before driving off.

It felt odd driving through deserted streets, maneuvering around abandon cars. If one was from the outside world came to Beacon Hills and saw this. They would think that some kind of zombie apocalypse had happened.

Just up the road, Stiles spotted something that made he slam on the brakes bring his jeep to a screeching stop. He rushes out of the car and sprints up the side walk where she sees a familiar face walking these abandon streets alone. He takes a hold of his shoulder, but is met with hostility when being pinned to a nearby wall and a shard of glass up to his neck.

"Its me, its me." Stiles said, "I'm sorry. Its just me."

"You and your friend have a very bad habit of sneaking up on people." The girl said.

"What happened?" he asked as could see that she was in bad shape.

"It was a stitch." The girl replied, "It was a stitch that I had a run in before, I guess it wanted a rematch. It got one."

"What happened to the others?"

"I don't know. I did it again.'

"Did what again?"

"Brought the whole fucking place down."

"Eichen?"

"No the mall."

"Mall?"

"Theo took me to the mall and well you get the rest."

"And what happened?"

"I done told you."

"I know, I just want to know, you know what I think I get it. Why don't we-" He noticed the vise grip she had on the shard was causing her to cut her hand, 'You need to let go, you don't need this anymore."

He took the shard away and looked at her hands and shoulder.

"We are going back to my place." He said, "And we're going to patch you up."

"Where are the others?"

"At the vault. So we're going to go to my place let my dad know we're there and we'll take it from there. How does that sound?"

The girl nodded.

"Sound good?"

The girl nodded again.

"Okay, so lets head to the car and we'll get back to my place."

Stiles took the girl by her arm and led the way.

"It still runs?" the girl asking about the jeep.

"Yeah she still runs."

"She's an oldie."

"She belonged to my mom."

"She was stubborn I bet."

"She was."

"She left a bit for you."

"Yeah I guess you could say that."

"Do you miss her?"

"I do."

"How long did you have her?'

'Till I was eight."

"Not long, but you had her. Lucky."

"You never met your mom?"

"No, but she was bold to have another when she couldn't take care of me. Now how does that work? How is that fair?"

"I wouldn't know."

"Do you have siblings?"

"No, I'm an only child."

"Does it get lonely?"

"No, sometimes."

"Must be why you and Scott hang around each other a lot."

"No, we're just best friends."

"More like brothers. Is he an only child too/"

"Yeah."

"Is he an orphan?"

"No he has a mom and a dad. Divorced, but he comes around here and there."

"Dead beat."

'No, FBI."

"So they divorced because of his job?"

"Its more than that, but let's get in the care and we'll get you squared away."

"How's Scott?"

"He's taking it slow."

"Where's he?"

"Let's get to the apartment and I'll be happy to answer whatever question you have, okay?"

The girl nodded.

"Good, now lets get you in, and away we go."

Stiles helped the girl in to his jeep and then got in himself and drove to his apartment.

When they got there, Stiles helped the girl onto the couch.

'I know we have a first aid kit somewhere."

"I usually don't need them."

"Well let's just patch you up."

He goes to the kitchen.

"Is there anything you want? Food? Water?"

"I can't drink anything, nothing seems to taste good."

"Well our water sucks."

"No its taste like chalk its almost like I'm not suppose to taste anything."

"Probably an aftereffect from the coma."

"Maybe."

"Your body is still trying to process everything, I mean six months is a long time."

"But nothing should be feeling like its missing, that's what I've been trying to say this whole time."

"So we'll find the meddler and get your straightened out."

"Seems like the meddler didn't know what he was getting himself into."

"No, but I guess oyu can say he tried."

"Tried to do what? All I know he tried to do something and it backfired. His hopes were genuine, his intetions were good, but his expectations naïve."

"How do oyu know he's a he?"

"I just do."

"Okay, let's, is there something you want to eat?"

"Do you still have those bar thingys you gave me."

"What bar thing?"

"The bar you gave me when we were at the library, they had some at the mall."

"The mall."

"Pervers and Riese we went to the mall."

"Who?"

"That stitch that was naked at the hospital and that big werewolf."

"Oh theo and Boyd."

"Anyway do you still have some?"

"Yeah give me a minute."

Stiles looked through the cabinets only using his phone as a source of light. He found one bar and brought it to the fair maiden.

"Do you want to take a shower, I can get you some fresh clothes."

The girl shook her head.

"Okay, I got to make a call."

The girl opened the portien bar and ate it.

Stiles grabbed the walkie talkie and as promised his called his father explaining what had happened.

"So she's there now?" Sheriff asked over the talkie.

"Yeah dad, she was walking through the streets. She's not really making any sense."

"So you're at your apartment now."

"Yeah."

"Okay good, we'll head over and we'll regroup."

"How's Scott doing?"

"Still hanging on."

"Somehow he always does."

"Just sit tight kiddo we'll be there soon."

"Okay, love you dad."

'Love you too."

Stiles got off the walki talkie.

"So that was my dad, he says he and the others are coming-"

He turns to find the couch empty. He looked around thinking that she may have fallen off the couch, but when he looked she was gone.

"Hey." He called, "Where'd you go?"

He looked around and went down the hall.

"If you're trying to play hide and seek or scare me, I'm not in the mood. My dad is coming and I don't want Scott to be freaking out over nothing. So come out with your hands up."

He goes down the hall and see that a door is partally opened, it was Scott's room. Stiles felt his heart jump into his throat, he hoped that the girl did not enter and she was in another room, but that hope fell flat. He opens the door fully and finds the girl sitting on Scott's bed looking at the wall of drawings of her. It was almost as if she was staring right back at herself.

"Huodini, look we can-"

"What is this?"

"There is a perfectly logical explanation for this, which I would be more than-"

"What the hell is this?! Why am I looking at myself?"

The girl rips a drawing off the wall.

"Why are there drawing of me hanging here?"

Stiles didn't answer.

"This is the exact same drawing that you showed me, so what the hell is going on here?"

"We don't know."

"How do you not know?

"He's..it been happening. He'ss been having these dreams for the past six months and we don't know where."

"So these are dreams?"

"We kept telling him his dreams are just dreams, but turns out they weren't"

"He's been dreaming about me? How? Why? We don't know each other. I've never met that boy in my life."

"You have."

"No I have not. I would know it."

"It wasn't exactly traditional."

"None of this is."

"I know. I thought you were just some dream girl, but when we found out you were real, like acutally seeing you at the hospital."

"Of course you saw me at the hospital we were all there, before the stitches decided to take the ambulance for a spin."

"Before. Before that we saw you at the hospital, you were in a coma still."

"Still doesn't answer my question why he dreaming about me? Matter of fact what do the dreams consist of me. When he dreams about me, in what stations do the dreams take place."

"You."

"Okay and-"

"Dying."

"Dying?'

"He said in all of his dreams you die. He tries to save, you die, he fails."

"Christ. Christ the night."

"He's been having them for six months now."

"It still doesn't answer the question on why he's even dreaming about me, or even how?"

"I don't know. Maybe you were calling for help?"

"How can I be calling or help, while I'm in a coma?"

"Its kind of hard to explain. We've seen you."

"You've seen me? I bet you did if I'm in a hospital bed, unless oyu're talking about me sleepwalking, Tierch already told me that."

"No, we think you may have came to us like a vision or something as a little girl calling for help."

"A little girl?"

"Yeah.'

"How do you know it was me as a little girl?"

"You have a bite mark on your side."

"Yes, you know this because I showed you."

"We already knew.'

"How?"

"You said when you were young a dog came after you."

"Yes."

"Then it went after a dog and that little boy."

"Yes."

"My dad said that he saw you at the precent asking if that little boy was okay?"

"He saw me."

"All bloodied up and in a yellow shirt."

"I don't understand."

"Derek said he saw you at the pool in the hospital being dragged to get into the pool."

"I still don't get it. How would you all be able to see that if I'm in a coma?"

"I don't know. Its just that maybe your subconscious was calling for help."

"It still doesn't answer my question on how Scott has been having dreams about me."

'I don't know exactly."

"Then answer me the most basic question, what did you guys do?"

"Do?"

"Come on. You're not as cunning as you think boy. What is going on?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do know. Quit lying boy. Don't insult my intelligence it makes me angry and you don't know to mess with me either. So out with it."

"I don't know where to start."

"Start for the beginning. What were you doing with mugwort? What was your plan?"

"We didn't think it was going to work?'

"You were messing with a powerful herb that takes years to study let alone use, why do you think only shamans are the only ones to use it."

"Mayeb we should've gotten a shaman."

"what were trying to do, were you trying to flatline."

"No."

"Then what?"

"He was trying to save you."

"Who?"

"Scott."

'How/"

"I don't know."

"I'm getting really tired of hearing that phrase."

"Well what do you want me to say?'

"I don't want you to say anything unless it's the Goddamn truth. Which is what I fucking want."

The girl screamed causing the room to go disarrayed. Stiles covered himself hoping that it would soften whatever blow was to come at him. The sketches were all over the place. One sketch caught the girl's eye. She bent down and looked the sketch. It was the sketch of the girl shackled to a stone table. It was just as Scott had described to a tee. She was a bit taken back. When Scott was explaining what he saw in his dream while they were in the cave, at no point did he ever mention he was dreaming of her. However he did mention that what had been happening in his dreams were coming true only slightly different.

She looked up at Stiles confused hoping for answer. Stiles unshielded himself and was face with a confused expression on her face.

"I want to hear the truth. All I'm asking si that you tell me what is happening. If I am just an innocent bystander or somehow part of this, I would like to know how. All I'm asking is for you not to be like Sephrium, a dick."

Stiles scratched the back for his head contemplating fi he should say anything. The girl was about to say something, that was until something caught her attention behind Stiles.

"Okay, this was what happened, Scott-"

He was about to explain everything, but the girl's panicked expression caught his attention. Whatever it was laid behind her, whatever it was, he couldn't help, but slowly turn to the direction in which her gaze was.

"Shall we begin." A familiar voice asked.

Stiles' blood turned cold, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and goosebumps plagued him arms. He slowly turned around into the direction the girl's gaze was, and saw a sight that make him turn pale.

Later, the Sheriff came the apartment.

"Stiles." He called.

There was no answer.

"Stiles are you here?" he asked, "Houdini?"

"Stiles." Scott called.

Scott started to sniff the air and found something amess. Sheriff went to take a step forward, but Scott held him back.

"Soemthing's wrong." He stated.

"What?"

"Something happened?"

Sheriff drew his gun and started to survey the room.

"Stiles if you're here come out son." He orderd, "Stiles."

Scott ventured down the hallway and found her room door wide opened. He remember closing it when he got the news that the girl had awoken. He went into his room and found his room in chaos.

He stepped into the room and felt all kinds of emotions. Fear, panic, dread, pain all of them were like a punch to the gut. Echos of what had happened were nothing, but a loud scream.

He saw a blooded hand print on the frame of the window. He then turned to the door frame where he saw blood smeared across it, as if someone had hung on to it. He saw scratches on it and something else. Something that nearly had him turn pale. Upon further inspection he saw a severed finger nail sticking from out the door frame.

"Stiles." Sheriff called.

He was met with the room in disarray.

"What happened?" he asked, "Where's my son?"

"Don't know."

"Scott."

"I don't know." Scott said sternly, "I'm trying to figure that out. Something happened here, and from the looks of it, it wasn't good. Whoever came in here, took Stiles, but the girl went out the window, looks like she cut herself because that's blood on the window seal. And whoever it was Stiles put up a hell of a fight. And in all honestly I think I know who it is."

"Who/"

"The Nogitsune. I know that scent anywhere."

"But I thought she said-"

"Looks like he wanted a rematch."

"Do you know where he took him?"

"No."

"His jeep has to be here, I'm gong to go look."

The sheriff ran out of the apartment. Scott walked through the hall and sense that Stiles put up a fight, glass from the pictures that were hung on the walls were now on the floor. A dent in the wall was present, probably from the Nogitsune slamming Stiles to the wall trying to get control of the situation.

He went into the kitchen, when he felt at some point Stiles pulled himself way from his attacker, but lost his footing and fell to the ground. It was apparent that he attempted to crawl away, from the scratch marks from the floor, showing that was grabbed by his ankle and dragged.

Scott then spots a broken mirror on the wall, Stiles must've tried to get control of the situation, maybe even used his own body as a weapon and slammed the Nogitsune into the wall shattering the mirror. He notied a share of glass was missing he looked and saw that it laid on the floor, he took it into his hand. It was stiles' blood on the glass, he was trying to use it as a knife to try to defend himself with. The Nogitsune didn't seem to like his resistance and charged at him.

Scott started to clench the shard and his blood started to drip to the floor. At the corner of his eye he noticed a figure standing by the apartment door. He turned and found Derek standing there.

"What the hell happened here?" Derek asked.

"The Nogitsune."

"How did he know to come here?"

"I don't know, but he's got Stiles."

"And the girl?"

"I don't think so."

"Then where is she?'

"I don't know, but she escaped before the Nogitsune came at her. I think Stiles kept telling her to leave, seems like she wasn't to into leaving him, that's when the Nogitsune attacked and she took off. There's blood on the window seal."

"Where?'

"In my room."

Derek rushed past Scott and went into his room. Cora stood by the door completely taken back by the situation.

"What the hell happened here?" she asked.

"Go find the Sheriff." Scott asked, "He's in the garage. Go."

"Excuse me."

"Go!' Scott snapped.

Seeing that Scott wasn't having it, Cora did what she was told.

A rustling of papers could be heard, Scott turned to find Derek with a handful of sketches in his hands.

"What the hell is this?" Derek said trying to keep himself restrained.

"For the last six months all I have dreamt about is nothing, but her." Scott explained, "Not Alex, or the shit that went down in Europe, her. It all started after she was in a coma, since then all I can witness is her dying no matter how hard I try to save her. I couldn't save her in my dreams I can't save her even in real life. Now Stiles is taken hostage and the girl is somewhere. I don't know what I saw when he went in her mind, but she had the bastard on the ropes and I know she brought that whole goddamn place down. Looks like that wasn't enough."

The sheriff rushes into the apartment with the smell of distress on him, with Cora in tow, "His car is gone. Cora couldn't find a scent. Where could he have gone?"

"Dad?" a voice came from the walkie talkie.

"Stiles." The sheriff called.

"Dad?"

Sheriff picked up the walkie talkie, "Stiles?"

"Dad whatever you do don't-"

A struggle was heard, before a voice came on.

"Hello." The Nogitsune greeted.

"You son of a bitch, if you put-"

"Oh don't worry he's fine, we both know how this is going to go so let not beat about the bush. You will have your son back, but for a price. The girl, bring me the girl and will you will have the boy back, I can't say without a scratch on him, but he'll be back in one piece."

"You really think its going to do down like that?"

"The girl is nothing of yours, we both know you'd sell her out if it meant the safety and wellbeing of your son."

"We're both going to have a lot of heat on ours ass if it goes down like that."

"Would it really matter, regardless we'll be at the school where all the chaos began. The girl for your boy, your choice."

The line went dead.

The sheriff knew he had a dilemma on his hands. His son's safety was compromised, the girl's whereabouts were unknown, and he had two young men practically breathing down his neck.

"What are you going to do?" Derek asked, "Because if you think condemning that woman is going to help its not. We all know how it thinks, what's separating the chance he hasn't killed Stiles now."

"Shut up Hale!"

"We need to head to the school." Scott said.

"And do what? Rip his throat out with our teeth, you know what happened last time, we barely made it out. We know how he thinks.' Derek said, "Trading one life for another, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know what happens next."

"Even if we did, we don't know where she could've gone. Hell she must've had enough and flew the coop, went as far away from here as possible." Cora added.

"She's not like that." Scott said.

"And how do you know from personal experience."

"She saved me from getting killed by a dog."

"That was only one time and a long time ago if I might add. And in case you've forgotten that dog was going after her."

"After some crackhead neighbor thought it was okay to send it after her all because she was looking at him." Derek added.

"She still went out of her way to save me. I was a mere stranger, if anything she could have taken it as an opportunity to get the hell out of there and let it kill me, but she didn't that means something. That means she's not like those assholes who don't give a shit about anyone. And she has since the moment she woke up."

"You'd be surprised how much people can change in an instant."

"She brought a Priest to their knees." Derek added

"Yeah after cutting their dick off in front of everyone."

"She did what those people should have done, not turn a blind eye. They knew what was going on and did nothing, it wasn't until she said no more that they came to arms."

"What are you a groupie?"

"We have better things to worry about right now" Scott said, "A maniac has Stiles and I'm pretty sure this time he's not going to fail in killing Stiles. So lets go.'

"So we're just going to go without a plan." Cora asked.

"I'll handle it, I brought you guys into this mess I'm going to get you out."

"Scott." Sheriff said, "Lets think this through."

Sheriff ran after Scott.

"Sheriff I promise I'll get Stiles back even if it kills me. Maybe this is what has to happen."

"Hang on lets talk about this." Sheriff grabbed a hold of Scott, but Scott yanked himself away.

"Talk about what. If it started with me then it will end with me."

"Sacrificing yourself isn't going to do anything."

"I did this, all this. This is all because of me, I should've left it alone, but it didn't feel right to leave her like that, especially if she had been calling for help for so long and no one heard the call or even did anything to help."

"This is not your fault."

"Its either her, me or both of us. It might as well be me."

"What are you saying?"

"When all this is over, I want you to tell my mom that I love her."

"Well that's not going to happen young man, because you're going to tell her that when all of this is over. Because I'm not going to tell the mother of my son's best friend that he didn't make it and that his last words were I love you mom. That's not happenings because you're going to tell her yourself."

"No, because that's not how the story ends."

"How does it end?"

"You heard her, there's more than one way to get everything back to normal, one of them is if I die."

"To be honest I don't think that she was being serious and she was talking theoretically. I don't think she thought Stiles' question was a serious one."

"But she had a point."

"Theoretically, not possible."

"What of theortically its true."

"That's not happening."

"How do you see this ending? Its either I die, she dies or both of us."

"Or we can put her back to sleep."

"That's not happening."

"Scott I don't like it anymore than you do, but maybe she has a point."

"Theoretically."

"She might have been on to something."

"That's worse than handing her over to the Nogitsune."

"No sacrifice no victory."

"Yeah that's not happening no one is sacrificing anything."

"What if that's what she wants. What if she wants to do that because she's willing to sacrifice her life for this whole thing."

"Its not her sacrifice, its mine. This wasn't suppose to happen, this is not her war."

"What if that's the only way."

"Its not.'

"What if that's what she wants, are you going to deny her that. What if it'll bring her peace. Maybe it brings her peace because she thinks it'll bring some kind of peace here give us a fighting chance, are you going to deny her that. Its her choice."

Scott shook his head.

"Her choice. Something she never had. Give her that. Let her have that crying out loud."

"There has to be another way." Scott said, not willing to accept the truth just yet, "I can't do this alone."

"You're not alone son."

"All this time all I wanted was to save her maybe write a new ending, I don't want it to end like this.

"And it won't I promise.

"We have to get Stiles, once we have him we'll find her."

"We will. Now lets head back to the school."

'Are Argent and the others there still?"

"Yeah they are."

Sheriff pulled out his walkie talkie.

"Sheriff to Argent." He called.

"Go for Argent."

"I need you to keep your eyes open for Stiles. The Nogisune has my son and they are heading towards the school."

"I thought he was at the apartment with Houdini."

"They were, but the Nogitsune had the drop on them. On top of which they want to do a trade."

"Trade."

"Houdini for my son."

"How does Scott feel about that?"

"Not good."

"Okay, see you soon."

"Oh you will."

"What are we doing?" Derek asked.

'We're going to go to the school, we're going to get my son back, and that son of bitch is dead."

"But what about Houdini?' Scott asked.

"Something tells me, that's she's not too far behind. She'll turn up."

"And if she doesn't?" Cora said.

"Then let's hope she didn't get herself into any trouble."

"Even if she did, she can take care of herself."

"Which is why I'm not too worried about however we still have a job to do."

"Then let's go." Derek said.

At the school they were back again, they stood in front of it. It might have been their fifth time to the school that night.

"Here I thought I was done with school." Scott said, "And yet strangely we're brought back."

"This is where it all started." Sheriff said.

"Yet its never brought the end."

"When did you get so dark?" Cora said.

Scott ignored the question, "Let's go. I'm sure they went to the library."

Scott led the way. They walked through the halls as the looming sense of dread became heavier and heavier with each step taken.

They were soon at the library, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Traces of broken glass were still present, even some of the fallen bookshelves from the earthquake were still toppled over.

"Stiles." Scott called.

"I see you all, but I don't see the one I asked for." A voice said.

Out of the shadows came the Nogitsune with Stiles in a choke hold. Sheriff had his hand on his gun, but knew he couldn't drew it.

The boy's face was cut, had had a massive bruise on his cheek, his lip cut, and a gash just above the eyebrow. Sheriff could think of nothing more than to have the luxury of killing the bastard himself for what he did to his son.

"I believe I made myself clear. The boy for the girl who I don't see at all."

"You're right."

"Where is the girl?"

"She's close." Scott said.

"Oh, is she then?" The Nogitsune sniffed the air, "I don't smell her."

"Don't worry neither do we." Derek said.

"Why don't you let Stiles go and I'll call her in."

"Scott don't." Stiles begged.

"Shut up.' The Nogitsune snapped, "Shut up!"

It took a moment for the Nogitsune to calm down.

'Let Stiles go."

"I want to see her first."

"Don't believed me."

"You were never a good liar Scott. Since you want to play, I think I'll just gut this boy and call it a night."

Panic started to set in as Stiles' execution was about to take place.

"wait a minute." A familiar voice said.

The girl came out of the shadows.

'I think you forgetting something, aren't we?'

The Nogitsune didn't budge nor even looked a the girl who stood to the left of him.

"So glad you finally decided the join us." He said.

"Really, you had to use a boy to a make a point, a child, have you no shame?"

"I'm the devil."

"No you're not, I've met him and he's not you, because he wouldn't dare go twenty rounds with me because he knows he won't make it pass one."

"Looks like I how would you said one up him."

"Yeah, no. You wish."

The Nogitsune made a low growl of annoyance enough to make panic set in among the others.

"So how about we do this as adults." The girl suggested, "We both know you don't want the boy, we both know that its me you want. The boy may have been able to give you something before, but he's useless to you, which is why you're willing to trade up. You're not the first nor the last to want what I can give to them."

"Oh is that so?"

"Let's cut the bullshit, you made your demands clear, me for the boy, I'm here, now let the boy go."

The Nogitsune looked around, then looked at Stiles.

"Why not have two souls for the price of one?" he asked.

"You're clever, not stupid. And that my fiendish friend is stupid move, a move a child would make."

The Nogitsune growled again.

"But we both know you're no child, are you?"

"I'm an harbinger of chaos."

"You wish."

"Always with the sharp tongue, tell me what good would it do if I severe it?"

"I have ways talk."

'Enough games do we have a bargain?"

"You had a bargain with Lawkeeper, not with me. Now if you want to make a bargain with me, then so be it, what shall it be?"

The Nogitsune snickered.

"All right I'll make this easy then. Let the boy go and I'll come with you, no games, no fussing, no back sassing, sound fair?"

"No." Stiles begged.

"Enough." The Nogitsune told him, "And what if I said that's not good enough."

"Then I can't help you there, however you said yourself at that hellhole, you feed on pain, chaos, fear, dread, and death. Your former vessel has nothing to give you, well least not now anyway. You took it all, he had nothing left to give. Now me, which we both know, no amount of sleep could bring me relief, for it brought death, because that's still too this day all I smell, the smell of death. Every morning I would wake, another lying dead in a pool of their own blood, throat slit from ear to ear, like a dog. A dog, can you believe that our lives were just as much worth as a dog's. The pain, how many screams of anguish could be heard, especially when it was because of starvation, They made us into animal, made us the walking dead. Made us work until we dropped they didn't care if our hands cramped, fingers blistered, fever as high has 100, us scream for warms, calling our for mommy and daddy knowing fully well they put us there, well some, some were tired, others some rule that mixing blood was intolerable, that some were not of this world, and other were, just innocent bystanders forced along for the ride. The abuse was continue again and again until we were dead, when I got out, I still cried for help, and I thought it did, but shame on me for hoping for a better story, a better ending. No, I was force to do thing against my will, but I was pretty much willing to do anything if I meant I got to go home. I had to sacrifices my principles, my time, energy, efforts, and over and over again I kept finding myself as the butt of the joke."

The Nogitsune started licking his lips and lapping as the grotesque details of abuse and negligence, struggle for survival were shared.

"And yet you call yourself an agent of chaos, you know what I think, that load bull shit."

'What did you say/"

"You heard me, I called bullshit, because it is bullshit."

The Nogisune started to get angry.

"You think you're the big bad wolf, you should see Tierich when pissed off, you think you're the dominate predator, yeah no you're looking at it. You're psychotic, fucking nuts, I'll give you that, but in reality you're just a pathetic lowlife nobody whose too afraid to get his hands dirty and lets other do the dirty work for you because you don't have fucking guts to get the job done on your own. So if you're going to kill the boy then do it already, but you're not going to do so, quit wasting my time."

The Nogisune shoves Stiles forward into the arms of his father, and turns to the girl.

"Look at you, I've never seen someone so pathetic. Huffing and puffing like a child, what are you going to do, hit me? Go ahead, because you can't take one swing at me boy. You're a dog, a goddamn dog, not doing what he's doing because he's got an M.O, you just do, like a dog chasing after car, what would you know what to do with it if you caught on, you just do. You're a creature of habit, impulse that's the only thing keeping you alive because you have nothing better to do."

The Nogitsune got angrier and more antsy by the second, which is exactly what the fair maiden wanted in gaining the upper hand. Another factor to add she even had a pair of scissors tucked away behind her back.

"Come on you know you want to.' The girl taunted, "Come on I want you do to it, I want you to do it. Come on! Hit me! Hit me!"

The Nogitsune let its anger get the best of it, which worked in the girl's favor. The Nogitsune charged at her, the girl unveiled the scissors, using them to stab the the Nogitsune in the stomach, she twisted it, before ripping it out and stabbing him again in the stomach again before pulling it to the side as if an attempt to disembowel him. She then shoved the Nogitsune down the steps as he rolled down and the others stepped to the side as the Nogisune rolled to the floor until they stopped.

The girl looked at the pair of scissors had it was drenched in blood along with her hand. She brought it up to her lips and licked it.

"Exactly what I thought. I knew it." She said.

A painful growl was heard.

"Do you give up or are you thirsty for more?" the girl asked.

A light painful chuckle could be heard. The Nogitsune attempts to get up, he struggled a bit before getting up on to his feet.

"Well?" the girl asked awaiting for an answer.

"I'm going…" it took a deep breath, "To kill all of you."

They summoned their legion of Oni which stood behind them.

"Alright." The girl said drawing her sword, "whose next?"

Scott looked at the girl and back at the Nogitsune.

"Attack!" it ordered.

One Oni came at the girl's right, but the girl ducked down and slashed at its stomach before shoving them over the railing. Another ran at her and their swords collide making the metallic clang sound when it met.

Another oni went at Scott, but he ducked dodging the attack. Another went in to stab him, but he dodge it and slashed at its face before kicking it away.

Gunshots rained out, along with sounds of swords colliding. The girl went over the railing and jumped down. Her raised her sword up blocking an attack from an Oni, she pushed it away then it came at her again, she moved to the side where it katana met the shelf of a nearby bookcase. Trying to get it out, the girl took the opportunity and pushed the bookshelf down onto the oni.

The Nogitsune growled out of frustration as he watched from above, like a fight on pay per view. The girl took off, she saw Doctor having some trouble with a few Onis. The girl ran up to a table and slide across it kicking an oni out of the way, joining the fight. The two were back to back looking at their assailants.

Circled and surrounded the girl could hear a chain being unraveled, without question or even hesitation, the girl grabbed the kusarigama from Plague Doctor. Doctor ducked down as the girl started to swing until she got enough momentum to throw it. The blade slice through the head of one Oni killing it. The girl swings it again this time decapitation another one, before bringing it back towards her catch it with pose. She swing it again this time spinning herself before throwing it again as it stabs another oni in the collar bone, she yanks them towards them before taking them with her as they roll over Doctor.

The oni disappears in smoke, the girl and Plague Doctor come together.

"Good thinking." The girl complemented as she was about to give the kusarigama back to Doctor.

"Get her!" the Nogitsune called out.

The two looked up just in time to see an Oni go at them. They dodged the attack just in time, the katana hit the railing of a nearby staircase. The two were separated, the girl was on the stairs and Plague Doctor was on the other side of the railing. The girl took off up the stairs as the oni turned their sights on Plague Doctor.

The fair maiden made it up to the walkway where she found herself surrounded. A pair of Onis stood in front of her, where another pair stood behind her blocking her from escaping. The girl got into a fighting stance.

'All right lets dance." She said.

She waited until one of them made their move, one oni from behind tried to for an attack, but the girl turned and their sword collide. Using all of her strength she could muster up the girl brought their swords to the ground and elbowed the oni in the face making them flair back, she even did a round house kick. It was enough to make the oni lose their balance making them bounce off the wall and fall down the stairs.

Another oni charged at her nearly severing her head, but she bent back just in time. The oni went passed her, once it cleared out of the way, the girl stood up straight.

"Missed." She lightly teased.

The other oni behind her tried to go for an attack while her back was turned, but soon found out that it failed to do so, for the girl one handed put her sword behind her deflecting the attack. She turned to the assailant and shook her head.

"Bad move. You will be punished, but not by my hand." She said.

The girl took a glance back before back at the Oni. Before the Oni could react, it was grabbed from behind by Derek. Derek slammed its head to the nearby railing before throwing it over and it fell.

"Haha, what kept you?" the girl asked.

She stepped to the side enough to dodge and incoming oni, but it was soon dealing with Derek. Another Oni went at the girl, but she ducked down dodging the attack, slashing at it back. She grabbed it and followed suited with what Derek did, she slammed its face into the railing before slamming it to the cat walk, the girl took her sword and plunged it into its chest cavity destroying it.

Derek tossed his Oni over the railing which fell onto a table breaking it.

"Smart move."

"Look out." Derek said.

He grabbed the girl pulling her behind him. And oni went in for an attack, but not on Derek's watch, he grabbed that oni by the neck with on swift movement. He lifted that oni off its feet where it's feet dangled by a few inches off the ground.

Th Oni struggled for a bit, but Derek's grip was too great, it wasn't long before the oni's arms fell down indicating that Derek killed it, but it didn't seem to satisfy Derek, not even close. He kept applying pressure to his grip, cracks started to form on the Oni's mask and with that light began to seam through. Derek's grip tightened and shattered the Oni's head into dust with a blink of light.

"Whoa." The girl said.

Derek turned around and saw the girl amuse by this.

"Brilliant." She commented.

Derek couldn't help, but give a small smile, but it didn't last long when catwalk violently shook nearly causing the two to fell.

"What the-" Derek said only to find that it was the Nogisune upsing on the metal frame of the catwalk.

The Catwalk shook violently back and forth, the two hung on for dear life. The Nogitsune kept shaking it until it let out a scream making the catwalk fall forward casuing the two to fall over the railing and onto the ground. Derek was met with the hard cold floor, while the girl was met with the hard wooden surface of a table breaking it in two.

The entire catwalk fell to the ground causing the bout to halt. Dust went everywhere shrouding the damage.

The girl lifted her head up a bit still in a daze, but was shaken out of it when the Nogisune grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up to her feet. The girl put her hand on the Nogisune trying to get out of its vice grip.

"You could've came quietly." The Nogitusne shouted in her ear, "Could have been a good little girl and done what you were told.

"Fuck you!" the girl shouted

Before the Nogisune could do anything, the girl turned to it and grabbed him by the head, enough to where she bit down on it neck. It scream in pain, the bite was enough to draw blood, the girl ripped herself away and spat in it face, not exactly the most classy move, but it was enough to break free from its grip.

The Nogistune screamed as the saliva impaired him, he was then met with an uppercut which threw him down to the ground. Once on the ground, the girl grabbed the nearest table and ran to the Nogisune.

The girl slams the table right on top of them with the end of the table on its throat. The girl climbed onto the table using her weight to try strangle the Nogitsune. The Nogitsune struggled to get out of the hold, it even tried to scratch at the girl's face, but she ended up biting down on its hand causing it pain. It yanked its hand away from the girl, who still stayed on the table. The Nogitsune struggled to breath, in a last ditch efforts it started to feel around for anything that could try to get the girl off. He was able to do so when his hand got a hold of stapler, and wacked the girl upside the head, knocking her off of him. It coughed at it tried to catch its breath.

The girl shook her head trying to get out of the daze. She gets up on her feet.

"You bitch." It shouted.

The girl looked up and saw the Nogitsune charged at her, but she moved to the side enough for it to miss. It came at her again for a punched, but the girl took its arm and elbowed it in the face before doing a round house kick. The kick wasn't enough to knock it down. It stood there and turned to her showing its teeth a growling before screaming and charging at her. It went for a kick but the girl dodged it making it foot get caught on a table. It throws a punch, but the girl blocked it, before grabing its wrist and kicking it in the chest.

The Nogitsune goes for a punch again, but the girl ducked down and punched it in the gut, before grabbing its around and used all of her weight to bring him down as she rolled at its legs knocking him off his feet and letting the girl flip him down onto the floor. The girl goes to run, but is grabbed by her ankled yanking her to the ground hitting a nearby table before hitting the ground. The Nogitsune goes in for an attack, but the girl kicks it in the groin jst enough to by her time, getting up to her feet.

Having enough the Nogitsune goes in for an attack, but the girl using a block and counter attack technique. The Nogitsune throws a punch, but the girl pushes the attack away while using her other hand to throw a punch to its face. As they fight people around them stop fighting and look on not beliving their eyes as this little thing is getting the upper hand on a being that was one thought to be the alpha male, being cut down to size right in front of them. It tries again, but is met with the same consequence. The maiden kept doing this until the Nogitsune couldn't take anymore, its started to wobble back as if retreating, but the fair maiden wasn't going to let that happened. She runs at the Nogistune before sliding on to the ground and in between the Nogitsune legs until she was directly behind it. She then kicks her legs in the back of its knees.

The Nogitsune screams in pain as the girl just broke its knees, causing it to fall on its knees. The girl gets up and walks in front of it standing there victoriously.

As a last attempt the Nogitsune tries to grab her, but the girl takes out the kusarigama and runs at it in the process of wrapping the chain around the Nogitsune neck and started to strangle it. The girl used her back as supposed the Nogitsune tried to get out of the restraint, but to no avail.

"Fuck you!" the girl shouted yank the Nogitsune back enough for the force itself to snap the Nogitsune's neck finally killing it.

The now lifeless body of the Nogitsune drops to the ground. Everyone looked on as the battle was won, the fight was over. The girl looked up and surveyed the room. Her eyes were the color it was when she was in the woods before they turned back to brown

"Well?" she questioned.

Seeing that no one was saying a word, let alone doing anything, the girl was left with nothing on hand. The girl then looked on at the Oni.

"You guys going to do something or are you guys going to leave?'

The oni did nothing as if they were waiting for an order that would never come for their general was dead and gone. Not impressed and clearly no in the mood, she uses her foot and thorw the sword up in her hand catching it. She gets into a fight stance as if it would do something.

"Okay, whose next?' she asked.

The oni once again did nothing, the shook her head clearly knowing how this was going to go, yet not one made a move. The girl then goes up to the Nogitsune's body and put her sword over head, before bring it down cutting the head off in one swift motion severing it clear off the shoulders. Argent turned away, at the sight. The girl then lifts the head up showing it like it was a trophy.

"Is this convincing enough?' she asked.

As if it was enough to answer a question, the oni started to burst into shadow, vanishing. The girl throw the head like it was ball when one had enough playing with. She even throws her sword on the ground, the loud clang of the blade hitting the floor was enough to echo. The Library was in shambles looking more as if a bomb had gone off rather than a fight.

The girl clearly having enough starts to walk toward the entrance.

"I'm going outside. Yall figure out what you're going to do." She said walking out the door.

"Oh shit." Isaac said.

Scott walked up to the lifeless body, he goes to touch it, but it crumbles into ash.

"Is it over?" Cora asked.

"I don't think so." He answered.

The girl was outside, she walked a few paces before falling to the ground weak and tired. A pair of feet walk over to her towering over her. The girl looks up too weak to even react.

Derek was in the vault looking for what could help.

"What are you looking for/" Cora asked.

"Wolfbane."

"You could try peppermint."

"No we're going to try wolf's bane."

"Derek I'm not going to beat around the bush-"

"Yeah you never fail to do so."

"But she's not looking to good."

"She just took down one of most powerful beings we have ever faced, so of course she's going to be a little winded, cut her some slack."

Scott and Stiles came into the vault.

"So what's the plan?" Stiles said.

"You think I know." Cora said.

"Stiles.' His father called.

"I said I was okay."

"How is she?" Derek asked.

'She's in the jeep, Mason is watching over her." Argent replied.

"Derek I know you that you want to help, but maybe you should stop and just let her have what she wants."

"And what does she want? Last I check all she wants all she ever wanted was to do go home." Derek said

"Now she wants to sleep."

"Sleep? You mean a coma/"

"If that's what she wants."

"We are not putting her back to sleep."

"It might be the right decision." Argent said.

"For what? For you? Or for her?"

"I'm not too big on that thought either, but maybe its best she's put back in a coma." Sheriff said.

"And how would you do that, knock her out?"

"Medically induced coma." Stiles said.

"So you're for this as well?"

"Maybe she's on to-"

"We are not putting her back in a coma. That was just your stupid head thinking up dumb ideas that don't have any place in reality. She's not sleeping beauty, she's a princess, she wasn't cursed by a witch. She's just a girl who has been through hell and back again and again and only want sot go home. If we were to put this to a vote, I won't being saying yes. Which I'm pretty sure Scott feels the same way too. Don't you Scott?"

He looked to Scott who had his head down. Scott was fighting so hard not to reach this decision, but it has come to that.

"If that's what she wants, then so be it." Scott said.

Derek looked at him as if he had been betrayed by him.

"So you're for this too? How do you know that's what she wants, have you asked her?" Derek said.

"No, but if we did she would say yes."

"That's not happening."

"It's not up to you."

"Well then I guess you'll have to put me down, because I'm not going to let you put her to sleep."

The air in the room got tense, as if animals fighting over meat. Derek was in front fo the door as if the others were going to go after the girl as if she was some kind of sacrificial lamb. No one dared to move a muscle, but no one knew who would make the move or even if one was doing to make one in the first place.

"Guys!" Liam called as he ran into the vault, "Guys we have a problem."

Mason walked in with Corey by his, he had a cut lip and fresh bruise on his cheek bone.

"What happened?' Argent said.

"Your friend.'

"What friend?"

"The one whose dressed up like some plague doctor."

"What happened?" Scott asked.

"She pushed me out."

"Yeah and your jeep is gone." Liam told Stiles.

"Wait what?"

"Its true." Corey claimed, "She got into the jeep tried to get it to start and when Mason intervened she punched him in the face. She took off with Houdini back."

"What?!" Argent said in disbelief.

Flying down the road going 90 miles/hr, Doctor drove like a madman. No words were exchanged, just the sound of the rev of the engine as more pressure on the gas paddled was being pressed.

Doctor looked at the rearview mirror and saw the girl laying tired in the backseat, weak breathing. The caused Doctor to pressed down on the gas even harder to their destination, which was Beacon Hills Hospital.