dylan o'brien | imagines

memory lost [ stiles-enemies ]

Stiles Stilinski ran the dark hallways of Beacon Hills high school, his feet tapping against the flooring and the sound echoing off the walls. The school seemingly looked empty, no one at sight but if so, why was the dark haired boy running?

You see, well- you don't, and this is going to sound absolutely crazy but the school was indeed not empty. He had to be running from someone—right?

Wrong.

He was running from something—multiple things actually, yes plural. They weren't human, but appeared to be humanoid, dressing in cowboy hats and other things part of the "old west" apparel.

He reached the doors finally going outside as the wild hunt followed not far behind.

You remember how I said Stiles was alone—you know except for the cowboy lookin' creepy dudes, well little did he know, he wasn't alone.

A y/h/c haired girl was also completing the task of hiding from these creatures—I guess—I mean what am I supposed to call them?

Y/n Lahey was behind a blue jeep she knew all too well, it was infamous to her.

Yes Lahey—as in Isaac, Lahey. Someone Stiles wasn't very fond of. She was his sister, though she hadn't seen him in a while since their parents had kinda split their kids in half- Isaac was their father's and Y/n was their mother's custody.

Y/n helped the pack out occasionally and needless to say she was an amazing asset but the Lahey-Stilinski rivalry didn't exactly help.

So there she was, trying to conceal herself in the shadows—exactly where Stiles lead the Wild Hunt.

And seeing that one pair of brown eyes made the girls blood boil but it really wasn't the time for them to fight was it?. She stayed behind the jeep until the footsteps got closer, and closer, and closer...

Stiles ran over to his jeep only to find the one person he wouldn't have wanted to find near it.

Instead of opening his door and driving away he knelt to the ground next to Y/n.

"What the hell are you doing?" He whisper-shouted.

"Can you see them?" She said, her voice trembling. Fear was obvious in her tone.

This caught the boy by surprise as he had never—once in his life had seen Y/n Lahey scared. Sure, not only her presence but her very existence angered him and every little insult or sarcastic comment hit a nerve so damn deep but the unwanted time he had spent with the girl made him realize—she was quite fearless after all, and she had been through a lot.

"Stiles can you see them" she then added with a sharper tone, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.

"W-wait you remember—" he started, shocked. Almost everyone he saw had completely forgotten him, how didn't Y/n?

"Yes I remember you dummy now what are we going to do where are they?"

There she is.

"Dummy? Really—"

"It's truly not the time for this Stilinski" she exclaimed, smacking his arm.

And with that, a blink of an eye they were taken away—to god knows where. They hadn't even sensed the presence of the two beings behind them as they talked and they were dragged to a train station looking building where they found themselves sitting on benches.

Opening their eyes—they were surrounded by people in the exact same positions, only they looked almost, lifeless. They didn't move, hell maybe they weren't even blinking.