Decided to clear this up real fast since many of you have been asking questions; but Sarah isn't really possessed, she's more of being brainwashed. The nogitsune basically tells her what to do and she does it. The "real" Sarah doesn't really know what she's doing, but she is still sort of herself. Hopefully that cleared up some stuff, but if not I'm sorry because I'm such a crappy writer haha.

Well, here we go.

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I watch from a distance as Scott attempts to fight off the Oni, not doing a very good job. After all, it was basically him and Stiles against five killing spirits. Who did you think was going to win?

I chuckle slightly as I watch one of the Oni cut across Scott's abdomen; blood staining the snow below his feet. He howls out in pain before he grits his teeth and kicks the Oni back with his foot, the Oni stumbling before regaining its balance. Scott roars once more as another Oni Knicks him on the arm, not being as deep as the other cuts he's received.

"Sarah!" Stiles yells, but I ignore him. "You have to stop this!"

I groan and shake my head, not wanting to listen to any of his pleas. He deserved this; they both deserved this.

I turn back to Scott as I watch him grab one of the Oni's arms, twisting it so that it's sword fell to the snow below. The Oni hisses before Scott let's it go, bending down quickly and picking up the sword. He directs it towards two of the Oni he was fighting as he backs away slowly, Stiles staying close behind him. They looked like rabbits in a dog fight.

I take a step forward. "Care to own up to what you've done?"

Scott snarls at me. "Go to Hell."

"Actually we're already here," I say while laughing, extending my arms to amplify my point. It was true; we were practically in Hell, besides the part where Hell is supposed to be fire and not snow.

Stiles seems disgusted with my words. "Sarah, you have to stop this. You're letting him win-"

"Good," I say, lifting my chin. "I always knew I would be on the winning side."

Scott raises the sword higher as one of the Oni gets closer, causing his heart to race faster. Another Oni gets closer to them from behind, which causes us to slowly circle around one another. Before long I'm now facing the doors while Scott and Stiles were standing in the garden part. He looks up at me then, desperation in his eyes this time.

"Sarah I'm giving you one last chance," Scott says, almost the sound of sympathy in his voice. "I'm giving you one last chance to stop this."

I laugh. "I don't think you should be the ones making the deals."

Scott bites his tongue before he shakes his head, his grip tightening on the sword. "I'm sorry for this."

Stiles widens his eyes and screams as Scott lifts the sword, throwing it towards me. I'm alarmed by this for a split second, actually worried about the fact that he would kill me. However, we were in Bardo, and this was my nightmare to control.

I listen as Stiles screams as the sword comes towards my chest, aimed directly at my heart. Everything feels as if it's in slow motion as I envision the sword stopping, which is does. I look down as it levitates a few inches in front of my chest; barely touching me.

I look up at Scott, who's face had suddenly gone pale. "Add that to the number of reason's why I want to kill you."

"Sarah, I-" he starts to say as I glare at him, imagining the sword spinning around. I watch as it turns and levitates in the air, now directly aimed at Scott.

"I'm sorry for this," I say in a mocking tone before I send the sword flying towards him. Scott looks as if he's about to dodge out of the way before something else steps in front of him; well, I should say someone else.

It was Stiles.

I hold my breath as the sword flies through his heart, his eyes wide with pain. The sword stays in his chest as he slowly looks down at himself, his lungs gasping for air. My eyes widen when I realize what I had done, but I was numb. I didn't feel anything.

Stiles slowly looks back up at me as blood trickles down the side of his mouth, a dark deep red color. There was something about his face that really got to me; his face showed an emotion I hadn't yet seen on him before. It was something mixed in between betrayal and courage. It almost looked like love.

"No!" Scott yells at the top of his lungs before Stiles' knees give out on him, causing him to fall to the ground. Scott is there to catch him however before he hits the ground, holding onto him as Stiles holds onto life a little bit longer.

I call the Oni off in my mind as I take a step closer, looking down at Stiles' glossy eyes. Red hot tears fall from his eyes as he gasps, blood already starting to fill his lungs. It was odd seeing him like this; he looked so innocent.

"Stiles no," Scott sobs as he shakes his head, holding onto his dear friend. "You're my best friend Stiles, you can't die. I can't lose you too."

Stiles gasps as he looks up at Scott. "I-I'm sorry S-Scott. I couldn't let you d-die. T-That's rule number one in the b-bro code."

Scott's tears fall onto Stiles as he tries to take his pain, but there was none to take. "Stiles-"

"At least I'll get to see my mom again," Stiles says, a small smile on his lips. Scott shakes his head as blood starts to stain his hand. Stiles' expression changes back to sadness as he nods his head slowly, looking up at Scott. "C-Can you promise me something?"

Scott nods his head as he clenches his jaw, not prepared to hear what Stiles was asking. "Anything."

Stiles nods. "P-Promise me you'll watch Star Wars someday, for me."

Scott laughs slightly as he holds Stiles tighter. "Of course, Stiles."

"Good," Stiles says, nodding his head. He stares at Scott for a moment before he turns and looks up at me, his bottom lip trembling. "I-I know this wasn't your fault, Sarah. D-Don't take the blame. I know you're in there somewhere."

I cock my head slightly before he turns back to Scott, his breathing becoming short and rapid. "T-Tell my dad that I'm sorry for this; that I'm sorry for e-everything."

Scott barely nods as a sob escapes his lips. "I'll tell him you love him."

Stiles nods again as I hear his heart slowly starting to stop. He's almost out of strength as he lifts his hand up, smiling slightly. "One last handshake, buddy?"

Scott's lip trembles before he lifts his now bloodied hand, high fiving Stiles before lowering his hand, their palms meeting below in another high five. Stiles' hand falls back to the ground as he laughs, Scott sobbing.

"I-" Stiles starts to say before he cuts off, his eyes wide. He sucks in a few more short and rapid breaths before I hear his heart stop; ending his life.

Scott stares at Stiles for a moment, waiting for him to finish his sentence but he knew he wouldn't ever again. Stiles' eyes are wide as Scott lifts his hand up, closing his eyelids slowly. He sobs over Stiles' body for a moment as I stand there, not knowing what to feel or what to think.

I didn't have enough time to decide about either of those before Scott lowers Stiles' body into the snow, looking up at me with the nastiest glare I've ever seen. I take a step back as he slowly stands, snarling at me.

"You killed him," he says, his eyes glowing their dark red. "You killed him!"

I try to call for the Oni again in my mind, but before I can, Scott is running at me and grabbing my shoulders. I stumble backwards as he pushes me though the doors, the two of us tumbling to the ground. I groan before I look around, seeing that we were back inside of the school.

"I'm going to kill you!" Scott yells as he lifts his claw, prepared to end my life before I see a hand grab his wrist, keeping him from doing so. I widen my eyes when I see that it's the nogitsune; still wearing Stiles' face.

"That's going to have to wait," he snaps before twisting Scott's wrist, grabbing him and throwing him into a set of lockers. His body goes limp as he lands on the floor, his eyes now closed.

The nogitsune looks back down at me before offering his hand, causing me to grab it as he lifts me up off of the ground. I brush myself off before I look over at Scott, a deeper anger rising in me. He tried to kill me twice in one night. How convenient.

"Where's Stiles?" I hear a petite voice say, causing me to look up and see Lydia standing there with Kira at her side. They both were standing beside one another, petrified looks on their faces.

I cock my head to the side slightly. "I'm not in the mood to play guessing games, so I'll just tell you. He's dead. I killed him."

Lydia gasps as she covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes welling with tears. She takes a step backwards as she shakes her head, trying to grasp what I just said. "You're lying-"

"Then where did that blood on Scott's hands come from?" I snap as the nogitsune steps up beside me.

Lydia and Kira both quickly glance down at Scott, seeing the fresh blood that stained his hands. Lydia sobs as she buries her head into Kira's shoulder, Kira letting her friend cry. Kira looks heartbroken and disgusted at the same time as she stares at me, her hand bawled into a fist at her side.

She looks like she's about to talk to me before she looks at the nogitsune. "Let her go. She's done nothing to deserve any of this-"

"That's the point of brainwashing," he says, his voice shaking with anger. "This is my game, you can't beat me at my game."

Kira widens her eyes as the nogitsune marches towards them, Lydia looking up from Kira's shoulder. The mascara leaks down her cheeks as the two of them back away from the nogitsune, petrified looks on their faces. I slowly walk behind the nogitsune as he walks after them, a smirk on my face.

"Divine move? Divine move? You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the Oni, but me? I'm a thousand years old you can't kill me!" he screams as his face shakes, the floor seeming to vibrate with his shouts.

My eyes trail to the floor as I notice a sword sitting there before Lydia speaks up, hurt behind her voice. "But we can change you."

"What?" he says, his tone changing dramatically. This wasn't a good sign.

Kira narrows her eyes. "You forgot about the scroll."

The nogitsune's faces drains, growing even more pale than it already had been. "Change the host."

"You can't be a fox and a wolf," Kira spits before I hear someone come up behind me, causing me to turn and see Scott there, biting the nogitsune's arm. The nogitsune screams as I back away slowly, confused as to what was exactly happening.

Scott's eyes glow red before he pulls away from him, the nogitsune still screaming in pain. I see Kira bend over and grab the sword out of the corner of my eye as she runs towards him, stabbing him though the heart like I had done with Stiles.

"No," I mumble under my breath as the nogitsune shakes, falling to the ground and coughing. Kira pulls the sword out as the nogitsune's eyes grow wide, turning and looking up at me one last time and speaking in my mind.

Run.

My heart races as I watch his face crack, the sound of it sending chills up my spine. I gasp as he falls to the floor, disappearing in a cloud of ash. Surprisingly, I thought that I would snap out of my mind control whenever he was gone, but I didn't. Instead, I turned and ran.

"Sarah!" I hear Kira scream as I run as fast as I can, listening to what the nogitsune had told me. I couldn't believe he was dead. He had lost the game. We both lost.

All I hear is the sound of my feet hitting the floor as I run through the school, no longer hearing Scott and everyone else behind me. Everything seemed to slowly come rushing back to me of what I had done; killing that man, attempting to kill Allison, and killing Stiles. It slowly started to break me.

I take deep breaths before I turn the corner, slamming into something. I bite my tongue as I back away slowly, fearing that it was Scott or someone else that had caught up with me. I slowly look up at the figure, not seeing Scott or anyone else that I would have thought I'd meet.

Instead, it was my mom.

She looked a little bit older than I remembered; but not too much older. Her hair was still a long gorgeous chestnut color and her eyes still glowed that bright hazelnut. She was wearing a black and white top with black jeans, boots on her feet. She seemed unreal.

"Mom?" I manage to choke out as I stared at her, backing away slowly. My mother doesn't say a word as she smiles at me with tears in her eyes, but I didn't understand why she was crying.

She gulps before she holds her arms open. "Sarah."

I smile brightly as I run into her arms, feeling a warmth that I had forgotten over the many years of being adopted. Her smell pulls me in; she always did smell like vanilla, even when she stayed up those many nights trying to pay the bills. Being in her arms again felt almost...like home.

I pull away from her for a moment as I stare into her eyes, tears falling down my cheeks. "H-How-"

"I'll explain that later, but for now I need you to trust me," she says grabbing my shoulders. I nod my head as she stares into my eyes, the brightness starting to dim. "I love you, Sarah."

I smile as I nod my head, my bottom lip trembling. "I love you too m-"

I cut off when I feel a sharp pain in my chest, causing my vision to slowly start to blur. My mother stares at me and cries as I slowly look down at my chest, seeing that there was a katana sticking straight though it. My bottom lip trembles as blood seeps through my shirt, my lungs starting to grow heavier.

I shake my head as I stare at my mother, only thinking of how unfair this was. I didn't want to die; my mother was back and I wasn't even going to get answers. I wanted to stay alive; I needed to stay alive.

But I was already gone.

"N-No," I gasp before my knees fail on me, my mother lowering me to the ground. She lays me in her lap as she brushes my hair out of my face, staring at me with painful eyes. "I-I can't-"

"Shh," she whispers, tears falling onto my chest. I was so utterly confused and terrified, my mind spinning with everything. It feels as if I'm about to explode before I hear a familiar tune; one that my mother used to hum to me before bed. I look up at her as I watch her hum the tune, a faint smile on her face.

My breathing starts to slow as I slowly close my eyes, listening to the soft, sweet tune. For a moment, everything was alright. Everything that had happened seemed as if it was only a dream; no, a nightmare. Hearing my mother sing this again made everything fade away; it was only me and her. It was me and my mother again.

But the tune slowly fades away as I drift into a dark, eternal, void.