<Allison's POV>

Every happy moment flashes through my mind. The look on my dads face when I shot my first crossbow. His eyes lite up and I swear for the first time I saw my dad cry. The smile on his face made my day, week, year, life.

My mother when she used to take me out on hikes to make sure we stayed fit even though I was only a child. I remember my desperation to turn out like her and be able to walk as fast as her and stand as tall as she did. Unfortunately I never get to reach her strong age.

Then moments with my aunt Kate before she went crazy. Like finally being able to talk about boys to someone and all my experiences. I just wish that she could've stayed that way.

All the time I spent with Lydia. Getting ready for all the parties, helping me with my new room. All the talks we had. I'll miss her enthusiasm and sass. I just hope she realizes that Stiles is the one for her. He could really be good for her.

Stiles. I never got to thank him for that day in the library with the kanima when he saved me from the falling light in the ceiling. He truly is a loyal friend, I'm not going to lie and say I don't love him and his spaz moments, and how good he is for Scott. I know that when I'm dead in a few seconds Stiles will be able to help him through it.

My mind drifts naturally to Scott. The way he held me and the way he looked at me. Our love was beautiful and tragic. I'll miss the way his touch left fire on my skin and ironically gave me goosebumps all over my pale skin. I'll miss his constant surprise of how great he really is. I'll miss everything about him.

I have to tell him how to kill the Oni, I have to. Its my dying wish to make sure my friends can defeat the enemy I fell victim to. At least I saved Isaac, who is also a true friend.

Bravely, I keep my eyes open as the Oni's sword impales me in the gut. I make a coughing noise and gasp out in pain. "ALLISON!" I hear Isaac yell. I begin to cry, not because it hurts, but because I'm causing my friends emotional pain. The Oni disappear and I see void stiles walking away with them. He is in control now. I hold my bleeding wound as I see Scott running to my pale form lying on the ground. His arms wrap around me and I lie in his lap helpless.

"Allison, I'm so sorry," Scott says trying to take my pain. I shake my head slightly.

"It doesn't hurt Scott," I say smiling. He shakes his head angrily and begins to cry.

"Please don't go," he pleads. Isaac practically crawls over to me and stares at me.

"I love you so much Scott McCall, is Lydia safe?" I ask concerned. He nods his head and holds my hand which is blood covered. Just then I hear Lydia shriek my name and I see her struggling to walk over to me with Stiles leaning on her shoulder. Eventually she makes it to me and lies Stiles on the ground as she looks over me.

"Allison, no this isn't how it was supposed to happen!" She shouts upset. I give her my other hand and look at her with blurry eyes.

"I'm so happy you made me your best friend that day Lydia, thank you," I say happily. Stiles' eyes flutter open just as I think mine may close for good, but I don't let my eyes close yet. "Stiles," I whisper. He looks over to me and I see his shoulders slump.

"No..." he leads off as he pulls himself over to me, "no."

"It's okay guys, it's okay, I'm with the people I love," I say then I move my hand from Lydia to Stiles. I grab as hard as a dying girl can and look at him sternly. "Do not blame yourself, it's not your fault." Stiles nods and looks surprised by my strength. "You all have to tell him, tell my dad that I-" then my last breath escapes me and I fall peacefully with my friends surrounding me into an eternal darkness where I can't be hurt anymore. The last thing I see is the tears dripping onto my lifeless body and then,

I'm gone.

<Lydia's POV>

I felt it in my gut. I would've just stayed in that rubella with Stiles until he woke up. But I felt that she was about to die. So with all the strength I had, I pulled Stiles out. Unfortunately I was to late.

As I look at Allison's dead body, my own body becomes still and all I can do is stare. Even as Mr. Argent comes running over picks up Allison's body from Scott's arms. I see Derek come running soon after. He sees Allison dead and stops in his tracks. He sighs and looks down. I don't think he cries, but I know he feels bad for us. Us teenagers who have escaped death so many times up until right now where my best friend has blood seeping from her lips.

Scott puts his head to his knees and covers his face with his hands. I hear him start to cry harder. This only makes me cry harder. I lean into the closest body which happens to be Stiles. He doesn't have to wrap his arms around me, I just lean on him as he sits in shock.

Tiny shrieks leave my mouth and I grab Stiles shirt in my fists. Only now does his arm slip around my back. Her name echoes in my mind, as do all of our memories. The way her smile lifted the mood of the darkest mood.

Mr. Argent looks to Isaac, Scott, Stiles, and I. "You four, we need to talk," he says sternly. For a moment I think he may blame us, for the death of his daughter. Instead he tells Derek to drive and for us to sit in the back seat while he sits in the passenger seat. Chris sets Allison's body down across our laps and then begins talking as Derek drives the car. "Listen to me, do not tell the police besides the sheriff, I don't want you four having to make up a story about her death. I don't want the brave story being tampered with." I stare at Mr. Argent, who is kinda like my second dad and Scott asks the question I am thinking.

"How are you doing this?"

Chris flicks up his eyes and I see silent tears falling. "It's what we do."

As we drive everyone is silent. All I can do is stare down at her lifeless body. Her short brown hair is still draping over her eyes, just like it did whenever she was nervous. Once she gained confidence she would brush her hair behind her ears. As I reach across Scott who has Allison's head in his lap he realizes what I'm doing an smiles. Swiftly, I brush her hair behind her pale ear. Scott keeps smiling weakly and I lean my head on his shoulder. After tonight, it's good to know I still have my other friends that will miss her as much as I will. With my right hand I grab Stiles' hand and he looks down at our interlocked fingers. Stiles looks over to Isaac, and Isaac pats Stiles on the back and keeps his hand there. We stay in these positions with the girl we all loved laying in our laps.

The girl that is on all of our minds. The girl that shot a bow. The girl that fell in love. The girl that protected her friends. The girl named

Allison Argent.

A/N I cried while writing this. Allison is one of the characters that is closest to my hearts and it took everything I had to kill her off. But I do believe I ended her death the way I wanted. The next update is coming soon, don't worry.

I know I'm satan but don't hate me