Chapter nine: Dinner with the Stilinski's

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Sam/Newt's POV
I hope I can convince Mr Stilinski that his son is fine other wise I'll have to control his mind as well, "aaah you must be Samuel" Mr Stilinski said putting his hand out for a handshake "you can just call me Sam Mr Stilinski " I said "ok Sam you can just call me John" he spoke ok so this is going great so far.

Few minutes into the dinner

"So Sam were are you from?" John asked still looking at the dinner plate "London Britain" I answered looking at the floor "then what are you doing here then?" He said looking straight at me "family issues nothing to worry about" I said and he just looked at me "family issues? Like what" he said looking right into my eyes "just parents fighting about money and stuff" I spoke now looking  at the floor  "so who are you staying with then?" He questioned "at a orphanage on the out skirts of Beacon hills" and we just left it at that. I think I need to go to the bathroom because I think I might cough up the horrible black goo from the flare, "hey I need to go to the bathroom real quick" I say and run out of the dining room.

In the bathroom

*cough* fucking shit god dammit *cough* fuck fuck .... shit this is fucking bullshit I can't do this any longer the plan is held off I don't think I'll be dead or passed the gone, *cough cough* *spit* after I spit out in the sink  it was the thick black goo from the flare fuck fuck no no no dammit this is not good "Newt you ok you have been in there for a while?" Stiles asked "yeah I am fine just give me a few minutes" I answered "ok well don't take to long all right" and he walked away dam I need to go back to the void for a while other wise I'll lose myself much more then being passed the gone.

Stiles's POV
Why can't I remember the passed few days what the hell I know I haven't been in a coma or anything god I hope I am not possessed again, "hey Tommy I need you to look at me for a few minute" and I did then everything went black.

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