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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑
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Stiles guided Meredith down on Scott's bed, the three of them staring down at the short haired girl. "So, where's Lydia."

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, before she nodded, "Lydia! You mean the red-haired girl." Stiles nodded, slapping his hands together, "Yes, yes, good! Progress! Now all you gotta do is tell us where she is." Lyla bit the inside of her cheek, crossing her arm across her chest as she watched the nervous girl. "Okay."

"Okay."

Meredith looked between the three, "If she tells me." Isaac stuttered, "I-If she tells you? Can you ask her?" Meredith nodded with a small smile, "I already did." Lyla smiled, clasping her hands together out in front of her, "Awesome! What did she say?" Meredith shook her head and shrugged, "She said...she doesn't want to be found." Lyla's smile fell, dropping her arms to her sides, "That's...perfect. Okay."

"Okay, come here." Stiles muttered, pulling her and Isaac to the bathroom. Isaac leaned against the sink, Lyla and Stiles facing each other as they brainstormed ideas. "Let's torture it out of her." Isaac whispered, Lyla's mouth dropping as she glared at him, "Absolutely not."

"I'm just saying-"

"Isaac, we're not going to torture her." Stiles spoke, hand tucked under his arm and other hand out to emphasize his words. "I meant scare her." He whispered, Stiles dropped his hands and glaring at him, "We're not going to psychologically torture her either."

"Fine." Isaac huffed, Lyla perking her head up at an idea, "You said she hears things, right?" Stiles nodded, "Does that mean she's a Banshee, like Lydia?" Stiles paused, looking over at the girl muttering under her breath. He stepped out of the bathroom, Lyla and Isaac following as Stiles bent down in front of Meredith, "Okay, just try to focus on the sounds around you. On what you're hearing. Just focus on the silence."

"Listen to the silence." Isaac interrupted, Lyla rolling her eyes as she peered down at the girl. "Focusing on the silence." Stiles muttered, irritation lacing his words. "Listening, to the-"

"Okay, will you just let me handle this, Isaac? Please? I just, I have more experience with Banshees." Lyla stifled her laugh and rolled her eyes at their bickering, sticking her thumbnail between her teeth anxiously. "Yeah, and mental patients." Isaac whispered, causing Lyla's lips to quirk at the corners.

"Isn't anyone going to get that?" Meredith inquired, staring up at them with furrowed brows. Lyla squinted in confusion, glancing over at Stiles. "Get what?"

"The phone."

"The phone?" Stiles mumbled, "What phone?" Lyla nodded, face falling in recognition and patting Stiles' arm, "The phone, Stiles." He looked over at her, glancing between the blonde and his pocket before nodding, "Oh! The phone...my-my phone." He yanked his phone from his pocket, "Yes." He chuckled, unlocking the device and bringing it to his ear, "Hello?"

Meredith watched Stiles curiosity, "Yes, yes. She is, actually, she's sitting right here." Stiles pointed at Meredith, handing the phone out to her, "It's for you."

She took the phone, bringing it to her ear." The three of them leaned in curiously, watching as Meredith nodded and passed the phone back to Stiles. "They say, Coup de foudre."

"Coud de...what? Is-is that Spanish?" Stiles stuttered, Lyla shaking her head, "It's French."

She heard steps behind them, looking back at Scott as he entered the room, before glancing back at Stiles. "It basically means lightning."

Scott's face fell, "Noshiko."

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Lyla looked up nervously through her lashes at Stiles, who was driving his Jeep. The vehicle was quiet, Scott in the passenger and Isaac in the seat beside her in the back. It was tense. Stiles looked like death with sunken eyes and heavy dark circles, paler skin than usual. They knew what was happening, he was dying. But none of them wanted to say anything.

"Hey, you okay?" Stiles asked Scott, the Alpha nodding his head weakly and turning to his best friend, "Yeah. Yeah, you don't have to worry about me."

"All right, I'm going to say it." Isaac spoke up, leaning forward, "You look like you're dying." Scott spun around to look at the beta, "You're pale, you're thin, and you look like you're getting worse. And we're all sitting here thinking it. When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he's getting better?"

Scott inhaled deeply, Lyla reaching out to place her shaky hand in Isaacs. "What happens if he gets hurt?" Scott worried, Stiles sighing in response, "You mean like if he dies, do I die? I don't care. Just so long as no one else dies because of me. I remember everything I did, Scott. I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember twisting it."

"It wasn't you."

"Yeah, but I remember it." Lyla frowned at her friend, shoulders slumping. "You guys gotta promise me. You can't let anyone else get hurt because of me." Scott turned his head to look back at Lyla and Isaac, before turning to Stiles and nodding.

The rest of the drive to the Oak Creek camp was short, Stiles' jeep coming to a halt in front of the gates within minutes. Allison and Kira exited her car as Stiles turned the car off and jumped out. Scott pushed the passenger seat forward, allowing Isaac and Lyla to hop out.

The teens filed into a circle around each other, silence taking over as they looked at each other nervously. Lyla could feel the lump in her throat and the heaviness in her stomach, the impending doom of this plan flooding her mind. Each of the teens masked the feelings of worry and fear they all felt, putting up a brave front.

"We've done this before, guys." Scott broke the silence, Lyla turning her attention away from the broken-down building and over to the Alpha. "A couple of weeks ago, we were standing around just like this...and we saved Malia, remember?" Lyla inhaled through her nose, looking up at Isaac as he pressed his side against hers. "That was a total stranger." Scott paused, looking around at his friends, his pack. "This is Lydia."

"I'm here to save my best friend." Allison piped up with determination, pressing her lips together and looking around at them. "And I came to save mine." Scott nodded at Stiles, Lyla clenching her hands into fists at her side.

"I just didn't feel like doing any homework."

Lyla glared up at her boyfriend, raising a brow as he shrugged and stuck his hands in his jacket pocket, before spinning on his heel and stepping through the gates. She looked back at her friends, turning around to follow Isaac into the camp, the others close behind her.

The courtyard was destroyed, overgrown grass and plants, abandoned boxes and metal machines leftover from the internment camps. Stiles and Scott nodded at Lyla, disappearing into the building to find Lydia while the rest of them turned a corner, where Noshiko was standing with her chin tilted at them, Oni appearing behind her. "Kira, turn around and go home." Allison loaded an arrow into her bow as they stopped in front of the woman, "And take your friends with you."

Kira shook her head, "I can't. When I looked at the game, I realized who I was actually playing. You." Allison raised the bow, pulling the arrow back and pointing it at Noshiko, "Call them off."

Noshiko smirked at her, "You think you could take him alive? You think you could save him?"

"What if we can?" Kira spoke, Lyla pulling her attention from the older woman to the Oni standing behind her. "I tried something like that 70 years ago. Your friend is gone."

Kira stepped closer to her mother, "Are you sure? Or if Stiles didn't have to die, maybe Rhys didn't have to die either?" The Oni fell into a combative stance behind Noshiko, the woman staring at the teens with an unreadable expression, "I see, I'm no longer the fox now, Kira. You are. But the nogitsune is still my demon to bury."

Lyla sucked in a breath as the two Oni disappeared into a puff of smoke, the group frowning in confusion. Noshiko gasped in pain, opening the palm of her hand to reveal a firefly slowly disappearing. "Mom?"

"What is that?" Isaac questioned under his breath, "What does that mean?"

"It means there's been a change in ownership." Stiles' voice came from behind them, the teens spinning on their heels to watch as the demon wearing Stiles' face stood with the Oni behind him. "Now they belong to me." Stiles smirked as the teens prepared for the fight, the Oni behind him drawing their swords and pointing it at them.

Metal against metal echoed around the courtyard, the teens fighting the Oni as best they could. Lyla growled loudly, eyes glowing blue and claws extracted as she grabbed one of the Oni by its back, picking it up into the air and throwing it into the ground. Kira's eyes glowed orange as she found the Oni, sword colliding with theirs as she expertly fought back, Isaac roaring at the Oni and taking it to the ground with him.

Lyla roared, spinning around on one foot and kicking an Oni in the chest, before slashing her claws against its neck. It recovered quickly, turning to Lyla quickly and raising its sword. She heard Allisons arrow before she saw it, watching at the arrow was slicing into two by the Oni's sword. Lyla stepped back at the swing of its sword, reaching out and grabbing the Oni by the arm and throwing it behind her.

Lyla looked to her right, where an Oni threw Isaac into a barrel and raised its sword. She flew forward, grabbing a discarded metal pole off the ground and swinging it at the Oni, knocking its sword out of its hand before kicking it backwards, sending it hurdling into the wall.

Lyla's lips turned downward, the blonde impressed by the pole and understanding why Kira liked her katana so much. Isaac flung back into action as two Oni surrounded the couple, both of them going back to back to look at their own respective Oni. Lyla swung the pole out at the Oni, watching it dodge the metal before she spun around to dodge its sword and slammed the pole into its stomach.

"How do we stop them?" Isaac shouted, looking back at Noshiko. The woman swallowed thickly, "You can't!" She screamed, Lyla huffing in frustration as she continued to fight the Oni.

Lyla kicked the Oni to the ground, turning around as the smell of blood filled her nose. Here eyes widened as Isaac fell to the floor, the Oni hovering above him sliding its sword against his stomach repeatedly. Allisons arrows fell short against the Oni, whizzing past them or getting sliced in two by their swords.

She cried out in pain as metal sliced her side, turning around with a grunt at the Oni behind her. She dropped the pole, swinging her claws at the Oni, hits falling short as he stepped back and dodged her. She ran at it, legs pumping as she slid her leg under its feet, dropping it to the floor with a thump, its sword clattering to the side. "Isaac!" She shouted in fear, watching as his blood splattered against the Oni's swords.

Lyla's eyes widened as Allison drew her bow, releasing an arrow at one of the Oni attacking Isaac. The Oni stopped in place, his sword falling to the ground with a clatter. A yellow glow emitted from its chest as he desperately clawed at the arrow, attempting to remove it. The ground rumbled for a moment, the fighting in the courtyard ceasing as the demon disappeared into a large puff of black smoke.

Lyla's lip twitched, looking over at a smiling Allison. She did it. She killed an Oni. Before they could resume fighting, or process what had happened, Lyla's face fell when an Oni lurched forward, planting its sword into her abdomen. "Allison!" Lyla's mouth fell slack, tears forming as the Oni pulled its sword from her stomach.

Allison began to fall back, Scott rushing from the building and catching her at the last second, just as the Oni disappeared into smoke. Lyla stumbled forward, dropping to her knees in front of Isaac, the boy watching Scott hold a wounded Allison. Tears fell from Lylas eyes as she watched, grasping Isaac as he recovered from the swords slices.

"Did you find her?" Allison gasped out breathlessly, everyone's eyes watching the two intently. "She's okay." Scott muttered, moving the hair from the huntress's face. Lyla shook her head, tightly clamping her eyes shut as to erase the sight of her friend dying. She couldn't take it. No, Allison couldn't die. They never got to do anything. Her, Lydia and Allison wanted to go to the beach over the summer, they spoke of going to college together, being seniors together, getting married, having a family. Her friend. Allison.

"I can't take your pain." Scotts choked words only confirmed Lyla's worst thoughts, the blonde girl shaking her head as she leaned her forehead against Isaacs shoulder. A weak hand placed itself on her back, Isaac watching with tears in his eyes. "It's because it doesn't hurt." Guilt filled Lyla, moving from her stomach, to her chest, to her throat. She felt like she was going to throw up. She told herself there was nothing she could've done to help the huntress, or save her, but the guilt of thinking it should've been her that was dying was overwhelming.

"It's okay. It's okay, it's okay." Lyla looked up from Isaacs shoulder, tear flooded eyes locked on the crying Alpha clinging to his first love. Allisons words were choked, the girl stuttered as she looked up at Scott, "It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love." Lylas throat closed as sobs threatened to escape, gripping Isaacs jacket tighter.

"The first person I ever love. The person I'll always love. I love-I love you." Allison reached up to cup Scotts cheek, "Scott-" She choked back a sob, "Scott McCall."

"Allison, please don't." Scott sobbed, shaking his head in denial as she began to slip away, "Please, don't. Don't." Lyla listened closely to Allisons slowing heartbeat, tightly closing her eyes again.

"You have to tell my dad." She cried, "You have to tell my dad. Tell him." Allison stuttered some more, her eyes closing slowly and hand falling lifelessly to the side. Scott broke down in tears, begging Allison to open her eyes and kissing her forehead.

Lyla looked back with tears in her eyes at the sound of running shoes approached, Chris Argent rounding the corner and sliding to a stop. He looked past them at his daughters lifeless body, leaning breathlessly against the fence. Lyla's eyes locked with his, causing a burst of tears and sobs to escape from her, the blonde clutching her stomach tightly at the pain of her sobs. She couldn't imagine, she couldn't imagine what he was feeling. It was too late for Allison Argent, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Isaac pulled her into him, the two teens crying against each other, Lyla looking past Isaac to Scotts sobbing body, cradling Allisons body to his chest.