<Stiles' POV>

"So that's the plan?" Lydia asks. Chris nods with a grim face. "Seems sketchy," Lydia mumbles.

"It's fine, lets just go, it's dark out," Allison says swinging her sheath of arrows over her shoulder. We had her make more of the arrows that kill the Oni and in the form of bullets also. All of us have at least one gun with the special bullets.

"Wait, I didn't tell you one thing," Deaton mentions. We all stare at him confused. "When you complete the plan the firefly or soul kinda of the nogitsune will come out and we need to trap it."

"And how do we trap that," Lydia asks, a little annoyed with the sudden information.

"With something that Derek will have to go and get," Deaton says. Derek stares at him with a look that says why do you know more about me than I do. "It's the box that you keep your mothers claws in, the wood is made from the nemeton, that will hold the firefly," Deaton explains.

"How do you know that?" Chris asks. Deaton sighs.

"Because I made it."

Pocketing our guns we all take deep breaths. My breath is shaky and Scott notices. His chocolate eyes flick to my pale face. He takes my hand in his. Once again his veins turn black and he cringes. "You're still in pain." I pull my wrist away and look up to Scott. A forced smile works its way on to my face.

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine." The truth is I'm not fine. I'm limping with every step. It's a struggle for me to walk across the room. My head feels like it is exploding. All of my veins feel lite on fire. The shaking in my hands has spread to my whole body and I can't control it anymore.

"I am worrying about it Stiles, that's why we came up with this plan... to save you," Scott says forcefully. I sigh and then Lydia and Allison step up next to Scott.

"He's right, I didn't come back from the dead just to watch you die," Allison says with a straight face. Lydia keeps her head down, but when we begin to file out of the room she offers help. One of her arms slips around my waist. Her other hand holds my arms over her shoulder.

She helps me quietly limp outside into the still pouring rain and finally to my jeep. When I try to go to the divers seat I am let down. Scott refuses to let me drive and I suddenly feel so helpless. I've always been the weak one. The one that doesn't have the razor sharp teeth and piercing claws. Now I can't even drive my own car. Scott gives me a reassuring smile as Lydia leads me away to the back seat next to Allison and Kira. Lydia then sits in the passenger seat. All the while I sit there pouting miserably like a four year old.

"Okay Allison, your Dad, Isaac, and Derek are going to go and get the triskele and we will work on trying to kill that god damned spirit," Scott repeats the plan so it is fresh in our minds.

"Lydia is now a good time to tell them what we were talking about?" Allison asks. Lydia slumps in the front seat and closes her eyes.

"I guess it is." I look at the two of them confused, along with Kira.

"Talk about what?" I ask with a hoarse voice.

"Well Lydia and I were talking and we were wondering what happens when we kill the nogitsune because you two are connected," Allison starts. I still have a confused look on my face so Lydia sighs and turns around to the back seat.

"We mean will you die if we kill him," Lydia says quickly. I lean in closer to Lydia's face. Our breaths mixing.

"I. Don't. Care," I speak clearly, then lean back into my own seat. Next thing I know Scott slams on the breaks. We all fly forward a little before the seat belts catch us. The car is now at a complete stop and Scott has turned around to me.

"I DO CARE STILES, OKAY!? I CARE IF YOU DIE, WHY DON'T YOU GET THAT WE DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE! I LOVE YOU TO MUCH TO JUST WATCH YOU FALL TO SOME SPIRIT! I'M DONE WITH YOU SAYING YOU WANT TO BE DEAD, BECAUSE WHEN I THINK OF A WORLD WITHOUT YOU ALL I CAN SEE IS DARKNESS FOR ME," Scott takes a deep breath before continuing, "I already had to watch my girlfriend die, I was lucky enough to get her back. You can't die now, not after everything we've already survived..." Scott pleads. I stare at my best friend with watery eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. Allison rubs my back as Scott starts the car. We drive in silence to the high school. Once we are parked I open my door and begin to step out of the jeep, when I stumble and almost fall over. Lydia catches me and offers a small forced smirk. I smile weakly back and then join Scott, Allison, and Kira.

"Should we wait for them?" Kira asks. We look to Scott who shakes his head.

"No, we should start." We walk the the doorway and Scott pushes it open. Instead of the dull hallways of our high school we are met with a snowy garden with statues of stone. The cold air enters my lungs. Cautiously we walk in a tight group into this mysterious place. Lydia and I begin to lead everyone forward. The doors behind us slam shut and I jump a little. Then a familiar haunting voice sounds off behind us. We all turn around quickly.

"Here we are Stiles, ready to die yet, you are dying you know," the bandaged figure says.

"He isn't going today, not before I kill you," Scott snarls.

"There is a way to win still, you must impales yourself with your own sword, or have your best friend behead you, before I call upon the Oni to kill you," he says with a cold voice. I sigh and Lydia's arm wraps tighter around me. I grab her hand and squeeze lightly to reassure her.

"Where are we?" Allison asks.

"In between life and death," the figure says. The definition sound s familiar.

"Bardo," Lydia whispers. The figure nods.

"Anyways, what'll it be Stiles, kill yourself with your own sword, have you best friend be head you, or be stabbed by the Oni?" He offers and I cringe. Scott transforms as the Oni appear out of thin air. Right when the figures appear Scott brings Allison closer to him. I don't blame him since they were her first cause of death.

"I won't kill my best friend," Scott snarls.

"Then fight." The words barely have time to echo before the Oni begin to attack. Lydia and I duck behind some snow clad plants and watch the fight go down.

"Take out you guns!" Allison shouts, referring to the ones with the special bullets. We all reach into our pockets and come up empty handed. How is that possible? This must a dream. Things don't just disappear.

Lydia and I watch in despair as our friends fight desperately against the creatures clad in black cloaks and masks. Kira drops her sword. Luckily she has great hand to hand combat skills.

I see it happen again. Allison is pushed to the ground. A scream erupts from her mouth. The Oni raises its sword above her and all of the hope leaves her chocolate eyes. My breath catches in my throat. Scott tries to reach her, but an Oni gets in his way. Lydia screams Allison's name.

Kira's sword glares with the light of the moon. In one swift motion, I pull away from Lydia, who screams my name, grab the Katana and point it at myself. "Stop!" I scream. The Oni that was hovering over Allison pauses by my command which the bandaged figure must of told him to follow. My grip tightens on the sword so much that my pale knuckles turn completely white. Although my hands won't stop shaking, I manage to hold the weapon. "Just stop! We're losing and if this is be only way, then so be it!" I yell. As Scott scoops Allison up from the ground he lets out a long breath while staring at me. Allison is paralyzed in fear, but her eyes never once leave mine. I correct the path of the weapon into my heart. Lydia shakes her head vigorously and begins to cry.

"Don't," she mumbles.

"I have to," I say, beginning to cry with Lydia. Lydia the girl I've loved since the third grade. The five foot three strawberry blonde that ignored me most of our lives is now pleading for me not to die. She has changed. Lydia Martin is no longer the beauty obsessed popular girl with the hot boyfriend. Now she's just Lydia, smart, kind, and of course sassy. "I'm proud of you Lydia," I say to her with tears blocking my vision a bit. But not enough for my to miss her red puffy eyes.

"Stiles, we'll find a way, please don't," Scott pleads, holding Allison to his chest. I shoot him a sympathetic look then close my eyes tight. Blocking out everyone's words I open my eyes and go to look at my reflection in the sword. Instead of seeing eyes with black bags, a pale face, and glassy eyes I see the hallways of Beacon Hills High. I blink away my tears and look up around me and see a desk, a chair, and a notebook.

"It's an illusion," I mumble under my breath, "Scott it's an illusion!" I say louder, "if we don't find them then there is no illusion, just trust me, it's our devine move," I plead while throwing Kira her sword. Lydia rushes up to me and helps me stand again. Scott seems to figure out what I mean because he brings Allison closer to his chest. Her arms wrap tighter around Scott so he is practically carrying her. Kira follows after Scott and then with Lydia at my hip, I follow Kira through the line of Oni.

Yells ring out from Scott's mouth as the Oni slash him with their swords. He tries desperately to block Allison from harm, but occasionally I hear a scream error from her mouth. Kira is slashed all over her back and blood splatters from her body onto my face. As Lydia and I reach the "hallway" through the Oni I get cut along my chest. I just become more limp in Lydia's arms after each cut. Its surprising how strong she is. She is practically holding all of my weight while walking through the Oni and getting cut herself. I see Scott push open the doors in the front. Noticing that safety is beyond those doors I strand up straight and help Lydia to the door after Kira.

Once we reach the door we fall into the high school just like the other three. The doors slam shut behind us. I jump at the sudden sound. "We're alive, we're all al-" Scott begins but is cut off when Kira is sent flying into the lockers. Scott pushes Allison off of him so she doesn't get hurt as he gets hit in the head and knocked to the floor. My grip tightens around Lydia as the nogitsune wearing my face starts to come near us. With ever step he takes forward we step back.

"You think you can beat me, at my game... my game!" he shouts. Lydia and I keep stumbling backwards. "I am a thousand
years old YOU CAN'T KILL ME!" He shouts. Lydia stops walks so I do as well.

"But we can change you," she says confindenty. Leave it to Lydia to be the only courageous one. The plan we made surfaces in my mind.

"You forgot one thing," I add smirking a bit.

"The host of your game," Lydia starts.

"Can't be be two things," I continue. "You can't be a fox and a wolf," I say finishing my sentence.

"Scott now!" Lydia shouts. Next thing I know Scott pops up behind the nogitsune and bites deep into his arm. A sword and arrow jab through his abdomen. The spirit wearing my face falls to his knees.

His pale face cracks with the rest of his body and then shatters into a pile of dust. A small firefly flies into the air. Isaac shows up with the trisclé box made from the wood of the Nemeton. The memory surfaces in my mind. Chris notices the bug after we saved them from the falling tree sump area. He has said, "Fireflies are unusual for this area." That's where it all started. That's where I began to loose my mind. More importantly that's the day Lydia finally kissed me. The day the only girl I have ever loved locked her perfectly shaped soft lips with mine. It makes me think about my future with Lydia. She admitted that she loves me, but there was so much going on we never got to truly act on our emotions. Now we can have a future. I can have a future with the five foot three, fair skinned, strawberry blonde that I would die for.

Just then I look around me and become dizzy. Then while room begins to spin and Lydia's grip slides from mine. I fall to the floor on my back and everything goes black. The last thing I hear is my best friend yell my name.

Scott, I want to yell back. I'm fine. I'm fine brother.

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