We parked our bikes in front of the building. Kira, Scott, and I walked quickly.

We looked at Derek's loft and heard gunshots.

"Quick." I started running towards the entrance.

We entered the building and when we walked in the loft Chris pointed a gun at us. We stood still and when he saw it was us, he lowered his gun.

"What happened?" Scott asked.

"They disappeared. They literally just vanished." Allison replied and I quickly walked towards her.

"Is everyone okay? Did they just disappeared like that?" I asked.

"And so did Stiles." Sheriff Stilinski added.

[...]

My phone rang. It was Lydia.

"Hello." I answered my phone.

"Lia, Aiden and I found Stiles. Call Scott."

"What? Where?" I asked getting up from my bed.

"There's no time for that, call him." Lydia replied.

"Okay, I'll call him." I hung up to call Scott.

I put my phone in my ear.

"Lia? Is everything okay?"

"Lydia and Aiden found Stiles." I spoke.

[...]

"The couch, put him on the couch." Scott ordered.

Aiden and him gently laid Stiles on the couch.

"Guys, this is crazy. He needs to be in the hospital." Melissa spoke.

Stiles had a huge wound on his stomach.

"Mom, remember what happened last time he went to the hospital?" Scott asked.

"It doesn't look like he's bleeding." Deaton spoke checking the wound.

"He's healing." I realized and Deaton nodded.

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

"That's good, right?" I asked looking at Deaton.

"For him, yes. Us? I'm not so sure." He answered.

I looked at Stiles who was unconscious on the couch and looked down.

[...]

"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 might have something more effective." Deaton replied grabbing his case and taking out a bottle.

Scott and Aiden walked over to Stiles and opened his mouth. Deaton used a dropper and put the liquid in Stiles' mouth.

He immediately opened his eyes and grabbed Aiden's neck, choking him. We all jumped scared.

"Get him off me!" Aiden yelled.

I moved my hand taking Stiles' hand off Aiden's neck. Aiden gasped and coughed a little.

"Kanima venom. Nice touch." Stiles began to paralyze.

"Thanks." Aiden thanked me and I smiled a little.

"You know 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. You're going to need it." Stiles spoke.

We all looked at each other.

"Okay, I'll give you a little hint. Ethan's at the school." He spoke smiling.

"Go," I told Aiden.

"I don't want to leave you with this monster." He replied and Stiles smiled.

"Go get Ethan, I'll be fine. Go." I assured.

We bumped our fists and he ran off to get Ethan.

Stiles laughed and a chill ran through my spine. It was the laugh I heard days ago. It was him. I was warning myself all this time.

"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They are a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day." He spoke leaning back.

"Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. You got anything for his mouth?" Melissa asked annoyed.

"Yes, I do." Deaton answered ripping off a piece of black tape.

Stiles raised his eyebrows and Deaton walked over to him and put the tape in his mouth securing it. He let out a gagged scream and we all jumped.

He giggled seeing how scared we were.

[...]

"How much longer do you think we have?" Scott asked.

"I wish I knew. But if we don't figure out something soon, we're going to need to find a better place to keep him. I think we're grossly underestimating the danger here. He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand." Deaton replied.

I turned around and saw Melissa who was healing Stiles' wound. Stiles was staring at me, his gaze was intense and lifeless. That wasn't Stiles.

[...]

"But the scroll said to change his body." Lydia spoke.

"That's if I translated it correctly. We're looking for a  cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor." Deaton spoke.

"And what if he doesn't want it? He's never asked to be a werewolf." Scott spoke.

"If it saves his life it's the best option." I replied and lowered my gaze.

"What if it kills him? I've never done this before. I mean, what if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something?" Scott asked.

"The venom is not going to last long. Something needs to done sooner than later." Deaton told us.

"I can try calling Derek again."

"Maybe we should call someone else." Lydia suggested.

She shook her head and my eyes widened.

"Not him." I sighed.

[...]

Peter walked around Stiles analyzing him.

"He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf." Peter stated.

Stiles looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

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

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

"What kind of methods?" Deaton asked.

Peter grabbed Scott's hand and pulled out his claws. Stiles raised his eyebrows.

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

[...]

"I'll do it." I spoke.

"Another Martin wanting to work with me." Peter spoke and I frowned. "Don't ask. Are you sure? Aren't you already too mentally unstable for this?"

"If it helps Stiles I'm sure." I assured and he smirked.

"Teenage love, always so... impulsive."

"Shut up and help us." I told him and we both walked back to the living room with the others.

"So, do we have a plan?" Deaton asked.

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

"What do you mean?" Scott asked confused.

"Somebody needs to go in with you." Peter replied looking at me.

I looked at them and swallowed the lump in my throat.

[...]

"So what do we do if we find him?" Scott asked as Peter placed his hand on the back of Stiles' neck.

"You're going to have to guide him out somehow. Try to give him back control of his mind, his body." He explained.

"Can you be clearer, please?" I asked trying not to move in the slightest.

"Improvise." Peter replied.

"Thanks, that's such an specific answer." I spoke sarcastically.

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

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

"He meant him, not you." I spoke raising my eyebrows.

"Oh."

"Scott, we're running out of time." Deaton spoke.

I heard Scott take a deep breath. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath too.

Suddenly I felt Scott's claws on the back of my neck. My eyes widened and everything went black.

[...]

I opened my eyes and tried to move but I couldn't. Something was holding me down. I looked to the side and saw Scott tied to a bed. We were both tied up.

We looked at each other and tried to move.

I moved hand and fire came out of it. I twisted my hand slightly starting to burn the bindings.

"Scott. Use your powers you idiot." I spoke raising my eyebrows.

I untied my hands and then started to untie my feet. Scott began moving and untied himself too.

We were both free. We got up from the beds and looked around.

We were in Stiles' head.

"What now?" Scott asked.

"I don't know, we're in Stiles' head. I thought Batman would be here." I replied.

"Just stay behind me." Scott started to walk towards the door.

He slowly opened it and I stepped back.

"It's safe." Scott assured and walked out.

I started to walk towards the door but it slammed shut before I could walk out.

"Scott? Scott!" I yelled pounding on the door.

I tried opening it but it was locked.

"Shit." I mumbled.

I turned around, the room was dark. There was a light flickering.

I watched the flickering light and when I looked down, the room was totally different. I recognized it immediately.

I was in the Argents' basement. I looked at my clothes and I was wearing my lacrosse uniform.

I looked around and began to remember what had happened here.

Gerard walked up to me and looked at the man. The man held my arm out.

"Let's test your healing skills." Gerard took out a blade.

My eyes widened. My heart started racing. The guy held me still.

"No, no please!" I yelled.

I felt the blade cutting through my skin and screamed. He moved the blade through my arm making a long, deep cut.

"Please! Please stop!"

I screamed again.

The lights began flickering.

And when I thought he finally stopped he made another cut on my leg. I tried moving to get out and sobbed.

My eyes got watery. I was standing there in the middle of the room. I looked around for a way out.

I looked up the stairs and ran up them quickly towards the door but when I tried to open it it was locked too.

I heard a noise and I turned around slowly.

It was Rhys covered in blood and bandages.

He looked at me and tilted his head. I looked at him scared and desperately tried to open the door.

He was walking up the stairs slowly. I was breathing heavily.

"Get away! Stay back!" I yelled.

"Lia!"

I heard Peter's voice. My eyes glowed.

I moved my hand and the door opened and I ran out.

I was now in a totally different room. It was bright. White walls and white flooring.

I saw the nogitsune. He was playing a board game with Stiles. Both sitting on the Nemeton.

I looked at my clothes and they were normal now. I turned around and saw Scott. He ran towards me.

We started walking towards them but it seemed like we weren't moving at all. We looked at each other and started to run but we didn't got any close. It was like we were running in our place.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled but he didn't seem to hear us.

"Stiles we're here!" I yelled but didn't get any reaction from him.

We tried desperately to run again but stopped when we saw we were getting nowhere.

"Stiles is part of the pack, right?." I spoke and Scott looked at me.

"What? What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"He's part of the pack, your pack, isn't he?" I replied and Scott looked at Stiles.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

"How did Stiles said wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack?" I asked.

Scott smiled and turned. His eyes glowed red.

"They howl." He answered.

He let out a loud roar that echoed throughout the room. Stiles turned around and saw us. I smiled.

Stiles looked at the nogitsune and knocked all the pieces off the board. We did it.

I smiled and suddenly everything went black.

[...]

I opened my eyes and quickly stood up. We were back.

"Did it work?" Scott asked.

I cleaned the blood from my nose with my hand.

"Did it work?" I repeated the question.

Scott walked towards Stiles who was unconscious.

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

"Because it's not science, Lia. It's supernatural. Lydia, I did my part. Now give me the name." Peter spoke and I frowned.

"What name?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" Scott asked.

Peter grabbed Lydia's arm and took her to another place to talk. Scott and I looked at each other.

Stiles started moving. He was muttering something but the tape wouldn't let him speak. We all look at him.

He peeled off the tape and started pulling something out of his mouth. They were bandages. Meters and meters of it came out of his mouth. We all lookEd terrified.

Stiles coughed and gasped for air.

Suddenly, a hand came out of the bandages. It was taking shape. Stiles backed off. A figure came out.

We backed off a bit. When it came out completely it looked around disoriented and Peter and Scott grabbed it.

"Hold him!" Peter yelled.

"I'm trying." Scott replied.

They were both holding the nogitsune down. I frowned noticing something.

"Wait!" I yelled and ran towards them.

I grabbed the edge of the bandage and began to remove it. It was Stiles. I took them off desperately and he looked at me.

We all look at him confused.

"Lia? Scott?" He spoke.

"Stiles." I put my hand on his face.

He grabbed my hand.

"Scott." Deaton called him.

I looked around and saw the door open. Lydia was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Lydia? Where is she?" I yelled desperately.

"Lydia!" Scott yelled and ran out of the house to look for her.

I breathed heavily. He had her, the nogitsune had Lydia.

[...]