𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"You at least going to tell me where we're going?" Aiden asks from the backseat.

"I need to check on something" Lydia answers him vaguely.

"Who is MAA-lee-uh Tate?" Aiden then asks and I turn my head to see him holding a piece of paper.

"It's Mah-LEE-ah" I correct him, snatching the paper from his hand.

"And you don't need to worry about it" Lydia adds sassily.

"Well, I'm actually a little worried we're totally lost" Aiden counters.

"Why do you think that?" Lydia scoffs, glancing back at him in annoyance.

"Cause you just made your fourth right. And four rights make a circle" Aiden says matter of factly.

"I did not" She argues before looking at me "Did I?"

I nod with a sheepish smile and her face pales slightly, but she shakes her head as if she's ridding thoughts from her mind.

"It's a brand-new car. The GPS was fine before" She reasons.

"Maybe the GPS would work better if it was on" Aiden replies.

"What?" Lydia frowns, her eyes darting down to the small screen to see that the radio is on instead of the GPS.

"Are you feeling okay, Lyds?" I question in concern.

"I need to stop. I need to pull over right now" She snaps, frantically swerving around the corner.

"Lydia. Lydia!" Aiden starts to panic as Lydia manically races through a nearly empty parking lot "Lydia, stop!"

Lydia slams on the breaks and I lurch forward in my seat, squealing in fright when Aiden jumps forward and grabs me before I can hit the dashboard.

"That's why I told you to buckle up" Aiden scolds me with a glare.

"Shut up" I grumble in annoyance.

My gaze turns to my strawberry blonde haired friend to see that she's looking out the windshield as if she's seen a ghost, so I follow her line of sight and my heart drops to my stomach.

"Oh, God" I breathe out, immediately scrambling to get out of the car.

Aiden and Lydia follow me as I sprint towards the body laying unconscious on the concrete in front of us.

My arm is grabbed before I can reach the boy and I turn to see Lydia holding me tightly with a worried expression on her face.

"What if it's not him?" She questions.

"What if it is?" I retort.

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"The couch. Put him on the couch" Scott demands.

Aiden and Scott place Stiles down on the couch as Lydia clings onto my arm tightly, something she's been doing since we found his body.

I think she's scared of me getting too close in case he is still Void.

"Guys, this is crazy. He needs to be in the hospital!" Mom declares in worry while Deaton looks over the large gash on Stiles' stomach.

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

"It doesn't look like he's bleeding" Deaton states.

"He was" I counter in confusion, showing the man my bloody palms from trying to heal his wound myself "But I couldn't fix it"

"Well, he's not now" Deaton assures me before frowning deeply "I think he might even be healing"

"You mean, healing like we heal?" Aiden questions.

"That's good, right?" Scott adds optimistically.

"For him, yes. Us? I'm not so sure" Deaton answers, looking back at us in concern.

My eyes fall on the unconscious boy and my stomach turns in fear at the state he's in.

"He looks dead" I murmur hopelessly.

I jump in fright as a hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn my head to see my twin looking down at me with a deep frown.

"Go wash your hands" He tells me.

He squeezes my shoulder sympathetically and I simply nod in response, letting Lydia tug me towards the kitchen.

The Martin girl turns on the tap and grabs my wrists, pumping some soap into my upturned palms.

"Lydia, I can wash my own hands" I speak up in amusement.

She shrugs nonchalantly and I start rubbing my hands together, watching as the white bubbles turn red. I scrub my hands a little harder than necessary until I'm forced to stop as Lydia intervenes again, grabbing my wrist.

"No more, or you'll hurt yourself" She warns me before pulling up the sleeves of my green striped cardigan "And you're going to soak your sleeves"

"Sorry, mom" I quip sarcastically and she pinches my cheek with a playful smile.

I smile to myself in amusement and rinse the soap off my hands before drying them off. Lydia links her arm with mine once more and we head back into the living room.

"Well, if we're not going to kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?" Aiden questions.

"I might have something more effective" Deaton answers, holding a black leather satchel.

The man pulls out a bottle of what looks like kanima venom before gesturing for the boys to hold Stiles down. Scott turns the unconscious boy's head and Aiden open his mouth as Deaton pours the venom into his mouth.

The boy abruptly wakes up and by the angry look on his face, it's clear that the nogitsune is still in control. Void grab's Aiden's wrist in one hand before thrusting his other hand up and grasping the werewolf's throat.

"Get him off me! Get him off me!" Aiden chokes out in anger.

Scott desperately tries to pry Stiles' hand from Aiden's throat but the nogitsune is far more powerful than my brother. That is, until the venom kicks in and Void shakes, slumping back onto the couch.

"Kanima venom. Nice touch" Void grits out before Aiden roars in his face angrily.

"You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that power too, did you?" Void taunts maliciously "Oh, I hope not! You're going to need it"

I turn to Aiden with a worry in my gut and he looks paler than he did a minute ago, his eyes meeting mine in concern for his twin.

"What did you do?" I snap, my eyes meeting the dull pair that stare right back at me.

"Okay, I'll give a little hint" He smirks "Ethan's at the school"

"Go!" Scott orders Aiden who immediately bolts towards the door as Void starts laughing.

"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins- short tempers, homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you bakemono, trying to save the world every day" Void chuckles out.

"Bakemono?" I mumble under my breath in confusion.

"It's monsters in Japanese" Lydia mumbles back and I frown.

"Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. You got anything for his mouth?" Mom asks the man next to her.

"Yes, I do" Deaton answers.

The man pulls out a roll of duct tape and rips off a piece, taping it over Void's mouth. Void lets out a muffled scream of rage that sends shiver's down my spine before he starts laughing manically.