CHAPTER SEVEN * THE WENDIGO, BAKU AND THE WITCH

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     The moon was full, but for the first time in Derek's life he wasn't able to feel the effects that the moon usually had on him, he hated it, he didn't feel like himself, he felt wear and human. He turned around from looking at the moon and saw the five young people from the Prison House standing in a semi circle, looking down at something. He pushed his way through the group, Derek kneeled down, he was holding one single white rose in his left hand as his right hand was digging a hand full of dirt. Derek held his hand up to his face, one solitary tear rolled down his cheek, as he turned his hand over he let the dirt fall onto the larger pile in front of him. He slowly looked up to the end of the pile, he almost lost his breath as the words came into focus... "Mieczyslaw Stilinski". The stone was of white and a touch of blue sparkle. He wasn't sure how he had gotten to this point. His mind was racing, it was as if he needed to get everything off of his mind before he forgot. 

     "Stiles;  I tried, I tried so hard but I couldn't protect you. How could I have ever told you without breaking? How could I have said it without feeling lonely, how can I put it all into words? This will be too much for my soul to be alone. I secretly loved and I loved and I lost you and it hurts like hell."

     A hand had touched his shoulder, the hand was slowly giving him strength or pulling his fear he couldn't tell, he wanted look up to see the face of who was touching him. He turned to face the others who were standing behind him, all he could think was, who are these people?

     "Don't give up Sour Wolf, find away to hold on, tell me this in the real world." Stiles voice started to fade, "Remember tell me in the real world." the voice was gone, he quickly looked up, 

     "Stiles, Where are you? " 

     The face startled him as he jumped. He looked around searching for the younger man, at this point he was feeling that maybe his caring for Stiles was even more real than he ever thought.

     "Derek, what's wrong with you, he is gone, he is right there." the words were Kendall's but this time the face was Stiles,

     "Sorry Derek, I'm gone, and you lost your chance for happiness, Hurts like hell doesn't it?" He looked up Kendall just stared at him as if neither were even there. As he turned away to close his eyes hoping this nightmare would just end, a shrill scream of one of the girls brought him back to his present. 

     There were hands with extremely long arms starting to reach out of the ground, grabbing anything and everything that was close to them. Derek was reeling in fear, he never had felt fear in this way before. He looked at the five people in front of him and he only knew one of them, but not really, Kendall was his constant reminder of Stiles, he grabbed a large branch of the ground, and was racing to Kendall's side. One of the girls had been knocked down, he had to chose who he needed to protect, then he kneeled down,

     "Kendall get on my back," the boy looked at him confused, "Just do it dammit!" Kendall jumped on as Derek searched to gain balance as he stood then started towards the girl. Breaking the long branch, and handing the two pieces to the closest of the group,

      "Here, hit everything moving." He grabbed one of the hands, and pulled it out of the ground. It wasn't even connected to any thing. He just stood there and looked at it then he threw it aside. Then the other girl with the brown hair started to scream, the three of them turned to see her being pulled down into the ground, Derek jumped over several of the arms, one managed to grab his foot and he tumbled to the ground right next to the girl. He tried to hold her, but she was being pulled down to quickly and the rest watched with Derek as the girls hand disappeared into the ground. Then without warning the hands were coming faster and closer together. One had reached through his shirt and had a grip on it. The hand was pulling him to the ground, but he tore the shirt off as the hand pulled the shirt down. I knew this was it another one of the younger people was now missing. Derek was now covered in hands and he was giving in. Out of no where a hand appeared in front of him,

     "Your not real, I can't take this anymore, let me die in peace." But the person in front of him stood their ground and said one solemnly word,

     "Derek." A hand reached out towards Derek's lowered head, and Derek looked up. This time it was Stiles, he looked him in the eye and knew it was real so he reached towards the hand , and as they touched. 

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      Stiles was watched Derek's body twitching,

      "They have started another dream."  Scott looked at his mother,

      "Their heart rates are rising again." Malia shook her head concurring. At this point Stiles placed his hand on Derek's shoulder to hold him still. Derek's heart rate had spiked higher than before. Stiles leaned into Derek's personal space.

     "Don't give up Sour Wolf, find a way to hold on, I have an idea!" Stiles held onto him and he felt as if he was pulling Derek's fear away, but he wasn't a wolf. As he was starting to let go, one of the monitors went to flat line, it was Travis's monitor. Melissa ran to his side and closed her eyes with guilt. She pulled sheet up over his face. At that moment Malia's girl's monitor went flat line as well. Stiles stood up,

     "I'll be right back." He ran into the hall way where Peter was trying to flirt with a young orderly. Stiles walked up to him and grabbed his hand. 

     "Come on sweetie lets go make out some more." Peter tried to yank his arm free.

      "Stiles what the hell is your problem?" Stiles used strength he didn't know he had, and spun Peter around and up against the wall.

     "Your nephew is stuck in limbo, and could die at any moment and you are out here flirting with an orderly who could be your grand child." Peter looked at him with disgust.

     "I beg your pardon I am...." Stiles turned him and pushed him into the room. Melissa giggled a bit but covered her mouth to hide it.

     "Look I can't enter the dream world through my own mind, but what if I entered through Derek?" Peter looked at him, as Scot and Malia walked over to the group.

      "And how prey tell are you going to achieve that Stiles, hmmmm?" Stiles looked at Peter, then Scott.

     "No Stiles, I can't control the link like Derek or Peter can." Stiles looked at Peter, 

      "Peter is going to be talking me through it while holding Derek still, and Malia could you please hold me still?" Malia Jumped over and basically threw Stiles into his chair. Melissa walked around and held Derek as Peter moved him to a chair next to Stiles.

     "Thank you Scott, we owe you." Scott looked at him,

     "Hey, your my brother, and if you care about what happens to Derek, then I do too." Stiles sat up straight, and Scott looked at Peter and Malia. "Okay, here it goes." And with that Scott alpha out and looked at his claws and aimed them at Stiles and Derek's necks. With a growl he pushed the hands into both necks and both Stiles and Derek reacted in pain.

     Stiles blinked his eyes and grabbed his neck, he looked down and he realized he was in front of Derek. He leaned forward and extended his hand out towards Derek, 

     "Your not real, I can't take this anymore, let me die in peace." But the person in front of him stood their ground and said one solemnly word,

      "Derek."

      It was a few seconds before Derek reacted, and as he reached and grabbed the hand in front of him, the scene around him turned into a whirl wind. The dream itself was not going to let Derek away easily, Stiles watched Derek start to falter,

"No Derek don't give in, I'm not going to let some ancient spirit take someone I care about." Derek opened his eye's and started to stand, Kendall was barely hanging on, but wasn't giving up. Stiles had managed to pull both men off the ground, and into a bear hug. "Hold on fellas it's almost over, the whole area filled with a blinding white light, and one last explosive wind hit the three men, and 

.... Both men were seated with their free hand covering their eyes from the light, their other hand was clenching the other man's hand. 

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