FORTY-ONE 

I stand outside the loft with Derek on my side. Allison and Chris were on the other side, and Sheriff had entered the loft. I bit on my lip, I couldn't hear anything. The plan was, Mr. Stilinski would go in and handcuff, Stiles.

The sound of chains was what I heard, and that was our cue. I entered first and so did Allison on the other side of me. We walk in together, Derek and Chris behind us. I blink a few times, not believing my eyes. Stiles was standing there, with a small smirk on his face.

the only difference, it's not Stiles. It's Void Stiles. I heard him chuckle lowly, and his eyes fixed on mine. Then, his eyes moved over to Alliosn's, who raze a tazor and aimed it at Void Stiles. Allison pressed the button, but Void Stiles had grabbed the tazor strings, electricity zaps on it, but doesn't even touch him.

He outstretched the tazor strings, and snapped it, throwing it away. Derek growls and went towards Void Stiles. But, with some new defense skills Void Stiles had picked up on, Void Stiles had linked Derek's arms with his and cracked Derek's bones. He threw Derek on the ground near me, picked him up and threw him into the wall.

"Want to try something, babe?" Void Stiles cocks his head to me, smirking. "I bet it'll be hot." That made my blood boil and that's when I heard a gun cock, Void Stiles turned his head to Chris. Chris held his gun towards Void Stiles, who turned his full body around.

"Argent, listen to me." Mr. Stilinski calmly said. "Don't do this." I soon link arms with Allison for support, and we were at each other's hips. I pressed my lips together.

"Why not?" Chris seethed. "I've done it before. Werewolves, berserkers. I can easily add a Nogistsune to the list." My eyes widen when I heard another gun cock, and that was from the Sheriff who held his gun up to Chris.

"You're not going to shoot my son." Mr. Stilinski lowly said.

"You said it yourself, Sheriff." I noticed Void Stiles smirking again. He wanted this to happen. "That's not your son."

"Put it down." A Nogitsune feeds off chaos, strife, and pain. "Put it down."

"Dad, he's gonna shoot me." Void Stiles' eyes widen. That's not Stiles. "He's gonna kill me, dad."

"Don't listen." Chris hissed to Sheriff.

"Stacey, are you gonna let him kill me?" Void Stiles turned his head towards me, making my own eyes widen. This is exactly what he wants.

"Put it down." Sheriff demands. "Now! Do it! Put it down!"

"Pull the trigger. Come on." Void Stiles urges.

"Listen to me, you put the gun down now!" He demands.

"Shoot me." Void Stiles lowly said.

"Dad." Allison warned.

"Put the gun down!"

"Shoot me!"

"Argent, put it down!" Sheriff growled out.

"Strife." I whisper, he wants strife. He's feeding on this strife. That's when I notice the sun going down, making my heart beat quicker. "Stop, stop it!" I order. "This is what he wants, this is exactly what he wants!"

Void Stiles cocked his head towards me. "Not exactly," We met eyes. "I was kind of hoping Scott would be here." The sun was down now. "But I'm glad you all have your guns out." He shifted his gaze to the Sheriff and Chris. "Because you're not here to kill me." I watch as the Oni comes through the windows, with their swords and their masks. "You're here to protect me."

Void Stiles then moved back, hiding behind the Sheriff and Chris. I held my blade tightly. Apparently, from Allison, this small blade was suppose to be an early Christmas present. The Onis got out there swords in one swift move. There were exactly five of them.

Two on the left, two on the right, and one in the middle. Chris clicks his gun towards them. But it didn't fire, so, he dropped that gun and pulled another one out from under his jacket and Sheriff started to fire at the Onis.

Obviously, it wasn't doing much. They had disappeared. Derek and Allison both turned around and Allison got out her blade, with Derek standing there. And the war, has just started.

Soon, they were all gone, with Void Stiles. Derek was on the ground with Chris, bending. Allison, Sheriff, and I were standing. Someone enters the building, it was Scott and Kira. Sheriff had put his gun down towards them.

"What happened?" Scott asked.

"They disappeared." I whisper. "They literally just vanished."

"And so did Stiles."

✢

"Hey, kid, you sure you don't want to go home?" I look over and saw Sheriff standing at the doorway, my head was spinning and the only place I want to be in right now is Stiles' bed. Preferably with Stiles.

I sat on his bed, and nodded. "Yeah... I just... really need Stiles." I softly said, he nodded.

"Did you want anything? Milo... er, tea?" Sheriff offered, and I shake my head. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Yeah, I will." I bit on my lower lip, and heard the sound of the door click. I really miss him. I miss Stiles, and I mean, the real Stiles. I miss his sarcastic jokes. Especially when we're in a serious situation, he's always made me laugh.

I pressed my lips together, and I walk over towards Stiles wardrobe. I pulled out my draw, and looked at my clothes. I then close that door and opened up Stiles' draw, and I pulled out a shirt. I chuck off my one, and placed it in neatly on the top and I grab a white t-shirt and slip it over me.

It smelt like Stiles. My Stiles.

I then walk over to Stiles' crime board, and studied it. Red strings pointed to different crimes, which all tied into one. I shake my head, smiling. I bit on my lower lip, and I turned around, walking towards Stiles' bed.

I pulled at the sheets, untucking them. I climb in the bed, turning off the lamp. I curl up in his bed sheets, and I wrap my arms around his pillow. I smiled, and I let my eye lids close heavily, as I snuggle into his pillow and sheets.

✢

"Turn right onto Gaffner Blvd and continue for half a mile." The GPS in Lydia's new car spoke to Aiden, Lydia, and I.

We were going to see Malia. See how she was doing.

"Are you two at least going to tell me where we are going?" Aiden sighed.

"We need to check on something." Lydia said, and smiled at me as she turned right.

"Who is Malia Tate?" He pronounced he name wrong.

I snatch the paper from Aiden and smiled. "It's Mal-leah."

"And you don't need to worry about it." Lydia said.

"Turn right onto Commerce Way and stay right..."

"Well, I'm actually a little worried we're totally lost." Aiden said.

"Why do you think that?" Lydia had driven by some carpark.

"'Cause you just made your fourth right. And four rights make a circle." Aiden pointed out.

I faked a gasp. "The werewolf can do math!"

"And the Banshee can be so annoying." Aiden mocked back.

"Lydia's a banshee, too, you know-"

"I did not." Lydia protested. "Did I? It's a Brand new car, the GPS was fine before."

"Maybe the GPS would work better if it was actually on." My eyes widen at his words.

"What?" I roll my eyes. "It was on." My eyes then looked down at the radio, there was no GPS tracker. It fact, it was on the radio.

She then pressed a button a couple of times. "Lydia." Aiden said. "Are you two okay?"

"I need to stop," I nodded, agreeing with her. "I need to pull over right now," Lydia then pulled into a carpark, and started to go all swerve, making me panic.

"Lydia." Aiden calmly said. "Lydia." My eyes widen as the car had stopped, and lying down on the ground was a body, I'd be blind if I didn't know who it was.

It was Stiles, he was on the ground, unconscious. Lydia had stopped the car, and I had jumped out along with Lydia and Aiden.

I run towards Stiles. "Stiles!" I cry out, running towards him.

"Stacey-" I was pulled back by Aiden, who had a tight grip on my arm. I turned around towards them, before my eyes trailed to Stiles.

✢

"The couch, put him on the couch," Scott rushed, as Stiles was carried by Aiden and him. Deaton, Mum, Lydia, and I watch Stiles being placed on the couch.

"Guys, this is crazy, he needs to be in a hospital." Mum said.

"Mum, remember what happened last time when he was in the hospital?" Scott reminded her, as we stand in our living room.

My eyes were wide as Deaton revealed a deep cut from Stiles' stomach, dried up blood. "It doesn't look like he's bleeding." Deaton said as I bend down next to him. "I think he might even be healing."

"Thank god." I breath, as I laced our fingers together even though he was unconscious.

"You mean healing like we heal?" Aiden asked.

"That's good, right?"

"For him, yes." Deaton nodded. "Us? I'm not so sure."

"Let's kill him." Aiden said.

"We're not killing him." Scott and I snap at Aiden.

"Well, if we're not going to kill him why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?" Aiden asked.

I was now sitting beside Stiles, our hands still laced. "I might have a more affective." Deaton said. He holds up a bottle. I budge away slightly as Aiden and Scott stepped forward. Aiden had opened Stiles' mouth, and Deaton had put a few drops of liquid in his mouth. Stiles' eyes pop open, and had grabbed Aiden, letting go of my hand.

Aiden was held by the throat by Stiles' hand. "Get him off me!" Aiden groaned. "Get him off me!" Soon, Aiden was let go by Stiles who flys onto the floor.

Stiles was awake. Or, Void Stiles, maybe. Anyways, his hands shakes, and I shift a little away. "Kanima venom, nice touch." Aiden stepped forward and growled. "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that talent, too, did you? Oh, I hope not." I glare at Stiles. "Your gonna need it." We all look at each other. He's either talking about Scott and I, or Ethan and Aiden. "Okay, I'll give you a little hint. Ethan's at the school."

"Go." Scott urged. Stiles puts his head back, and laughs.

"Oh, I hope he gets there in time," Stiles chuckled. "I like the twins." He turned to Scott. "Short tempers. Homicidal compulsion. They're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day,"

"Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body," Mum said. "You got anything for his mouth?"

"Yes, I do." Deaton nodded, and ripped opened duck tap. Void Stiles chuckled and Deaton placed the duck tap over his lips. Void Stiles then shouts one the tap was placed on his lips. And he giggles.

✢

I sat on a chair, keeping an eye on Void Stiles. I pressed lips pressed together as mum, Lydia, Scott, and Deaton were in the kitchen. I offered to clean Stiles' wound up, mum told me what to do.

I just tab a cotton bud with water on it, soaking up the blood. With a bandage, I wrap it around Void Stiles carefully. I heard him sniff, and I looked up, and stopped what I was doing.

There were tears in his eyes, which got me thinking, is this Stiles? "Stiles," I spoke slowly, and he nodded, as tears come down his face. I then slowly rip off the duck tape, and he soon stopped smiling.

"Really, Stacey?" Void Stiles said. I had been tricked. "I shed one tear? That's all it takes? Come on. You can't crumble that easily, your a huge softy for Stiles, aren't you?"

My eyes harden. "Just stop talking." My voice hardens.

"Did you enjoy sleeping in Stiles' bed last night?" I stopped. "Bet you wished he was there, didn't you?"

"Stiles, stop talking."

"You know, Stiles never actually liked you." My gaze met with his. "In fact, he doesn't even love you."

"Stiles, stop. This isn't you."

"It is now," Stiles chuckled. I then put the tap over his mouth, and he sent glares at me.

✢

Later, Peter Hale had shown up to my house. He paced around behind Void Stiles who was still paralyzed and mouth shut.

"He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across his face, much less a bit of a werewolf," Peter commented. Peter had bend down in front of Stiles.

"You don't think it would work?" Scott asked.

"This is more a war of mind than the body," Peter said. "There are better methods to winning this battle."

Deaton stepped forward, standing next to Peter. "What kind of methods?" He asks, Lydia, mum, and I stand behind him. Peter had grabbed Scott's wrist and flicked it, with a flick of a wrist, Scott's claws were out.

"We're going to get into his head." Peter said.

We all had gathered in the lounge. "So, do we have a plan?" Deaton asked. Peter and Lydia came back in.

"Scott is going to try dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles." Peter explained as he stands behind the couch. "Then guide him back from depths of his own subconscious. But he's not going to do it alone."

"What do you mean?"

Peter turned to me. "Somebody needs to go in with you." Void Stiles looked at me as well. I had walked on the couch, and Scott walked around the couch. Peter had held Scott's wrist, guiding his claws to Stiles' neck.

"So what do we do if we find him?" Scott asked.

"You're gonna have to guide him out somehow." Peter said. "Try to give him back control of his mind, his body," Peter explained as Scott's other claws on his other hand was out. Peter guides Scott's wrist to the back on my neck, and I gently felt the claws on the back of my neck.

"Could you elaborate on the somehow?" I request. "It's not feeling very specific at the moment."

"Improvise," Peter said.

"What if this is just another trick?" Scott asked. My eyes widen.

"When are you people going to start trusting me?" Peter groaned.

"I meant him," Scott looked down at Stiles.

"Oh," I scoffed at Peter.

"Scott, we're running out of time." Deaton said. I heard Scott inhale deeply, and I closed my eyes. I gasp when I felt claws dig into the back of my neck.

✢

I woke up, my eyes widening. I looked around the room, I was restrained on a bed, and across from me, was Scott restrained on a bed as well. There were whispers all around. We were no longer in the living room.

I turn my head slowly to Scott, who turned his head towards me, and we both stared at each other with wide eyes.

I whimper, as I try to break free from what was holding us down. We were cuffed. I tried sitting up, but I couldn't.

I look over at Scott. "Do I actually need to remind you that you're a werewolf?"

"We're in Stiles' head." Scott pointed out.

"And you're a supernatural creature with supernatural strength." I scoff. "Break free." I watch as my brother gave in all his power, to try and break free of the chains. I smile with pride as one of the chains snap, and he sat up.

Soon, I was untied and so was Scott. I rub my wrists, and I stood up. "What now?" Scott asked, and his voice echoes.

"I don't know." I pressed my lips together. "This is the first time I've been in someone's head."

"Just stay behind me," I agreed, and Scott stepped forward, and I followed. He walked towards the door, and he slowly opened it. It then closes, it shuts on my face.

"Scott? Scott!" I yell, as my hand's grips onto the handle, and I just tried to push the door open. Scott went in there without me. I stopped. I slowly turn around, the bed's... they were gone. The random shelf, it was gone.

All there are is white tiled walls and a hallway. I walked forward, and in front of me, floats a balloon. It was like it was dropped from above me, or something, a red balloon. It lands on the ground, bouncing.

I closed my eyes and I opened them, and suddenly, I was in the school hallway entrance to the gym, on Winter Formal night. I was in my dress and everything. There were lots of balloons around me, and music playing in the background.

There was a small flashback in my mind when I had been bitten by Peter and I walked slowly down the hallway, the balloons being pushed out of the way with my feet.

"Lydia?" I found myself saying. That's when I heard the sound of someone using a blackboard chalk. I tilt my head towards a classroom, and saw that the Nogitsune there, drawing something on the blackboard.

The Nogistune turns it's head towards me, it was wrapped up in toilet paper. I let out a gasp. The Nogistune cocks it heads towards me. That's when I turned around, and the Nogitsune had closed a locker.

I realized that all the lockers were opened, and I was standing next to them. Balloons were still on the ground. This was the night that Stiles and I first kissed. I flinched at the loud locker sound, as the Nogitsune, one by one, closes them.

The Nogistune growls loudly, and I turned my head. That's when I heard his voice. "Stacey!" That sounded like Peter's voice. I turned around, and I ran, I ran through the balloons in my bloody dress, (literally, bloody dress), gasping as I enter another set of hallways.

I kept running, feeling my legs burn.

I run towards the door, and I pushed it open with all my force. It opened. And suddenly, just like that, I was in a white polished room. In my normal clothes. I turned around, there was no longer the hallway. I was in a white polished room.

I heard someone running by me, and I saw that it was Scott. He noticed me, and stopped running. He walked towards me. I turn my head, and far away from us, was Stiles and the Nogistune playing a game of chess on top of the Nemeton.

In sync, Scott and I walked towards the Nogitsune and Stiles. It was like they were completely oblivious to us. We soon started to run together, sprinting all the way to the Nemeton and the weird chess game. My own head was spinning.

But, we stopped. It seems the further we got to Stiles... the further we are to him. "Stiles!" I yelled.

"Stiles!" Scott screamed.

"Stiles! Stiles, over here!" I yell, waving my arms. After what seems like hours running towards Stiles, we never got there. We were both panting. Hands on our knees. "Stiles it part of your pack."

"What? What do you mean?" Scott asked, looking at me.

"He's human." I pant. "But he's still part of the pack, right?"

"Yeah." Scott slowly straightens his back. "Yeah, of course."

"So, how do wolves signal their location to the rest of pack?" I smirk at Scott. The Nogistune looked at us like he heard us.

Scott had soon transformed. "They howl." He then let's out one big howl, sending it all the way to the Nemeton. My heart jump when Stiles looked our way, a smile forming my lips. He heard. Stiles then slowly took a look at the Nogitsune.

A grin broke out onto my face when Stiles had swiped the chess board with his hands. The chess piece fly everywhere. The Nogitsune roars.

✢

I gasp, and suddenly, I was back in reality. I was in the lounge, on the coach. "Did it work? Did it work?" Scott asked as I stand up, rubbing my neck.

"What happened?" I asked, turning around. I was panting, Stiles' head was bowed down.

"Why didn't it work?" Lydia asked.

"Because it's not science, Lydia. It's supernatural. I did my part." Peter had dragged Lydia elsewhere, and I rushed to Stiles' side.

"What name?" Scott asked, standing up. I slowly stood up as well and walked slowly towards them. "What are you talking about?" Scott asked as Peter dragged her away, out of the room.

Suddenly, Stiles jolted awake, grunting. He had pulled out something off his mouth, and I back away in disgust. He kept gagging until the toilet paper and stopped coming out his mouth. He shuffled back in shock as there was the toliet paper on the ground in a pile, in front of him.

I clutch onto Lydia's hand as a hand came out from the ground in the toilet paper pile. I put a hand over my mouth, watching. The person rose out of the ground, the Nogitsune did. The Nogitsune suddenly came towards me and Lydia, and everyone gasped as Peter and Scott restrained the Nogitsune.

"Hold him!" Peter growled out as the pinned him to the couch.

"I'm trying." Scott said. "Wait, wait, wait."

And that was all I heard before I was pulled away by someone, a hand covered my mouth, my eyes widening. Void Stiles was dragging me and Lydia out of the house.

And soon, we were gone.

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PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER LADIES AND GENTLeMEN, PREPARE!!!!! that was my warning.