oblivion || stilinski

SPECIAL 19.K

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Laughter escaped his lips as he looked at the body of Donovan, it was a full on hearty laughter that shook his body. He couldn't help it. Murdering this boy brought him such joy and a feeling of being alive, almost as if this was his calling. The teenager held his hands to his stomach as he let the feeling subside, he wished for more. There was crimson that covered his hands and bits of his clothing, yet he wished to be bathed in the glorious hue.

Once his body grew still, he tilted his head and pondered of what to do with the body. Oh, how he wished to have a lioness to bring his dead prey to. Smirking to himself, he turned to leave, the corpse still there impaled by a silver pole. Before he left the room, he pulled out a small pocket knife and carved into the body.

Chaos has come again.

Stiles made his leave, the laughter of insanity escaping his lips. His so-called friends had assumed that the teen was all better since his possession, but it would soon come to light that he wasn't the same person anymore.

"Is everything okay?" the once calming voice of Lydia Martin echoed in his skull, it had been a whole day since he murdered.

"Everything is perfect," he said with a beaming smile, there was an unknown glint in his eyes as he looked at the blonde.

"Are you sure?" she pondered.

"I just said it was perfect, no need to question me." Stiles snapped as he slammed his locker shut and walked to his first class. His eyes held an emotion that was chilling to the bone, any student that had caught his eye instantly froze and looked away.

Sitting through the monotone voice of the teacher caused him to fall into his thoughts, boredom laced his face as he watched the teacher speak directly to him. His lack of response caused him to be scolded, rolling his eyes he rested a hand under his chin and looked out the window. The already finished coursework sitting on his desk proving his capability to finish the necessary work for the semester, a few students had spotted the large pile of work and their own souls told them that the teenager was a monster.

There was the gentle vibrate of his phone that came from his pocket, he could feel the anger start to rush through him again as he already knew that it was Scott. A cloud of darkness hovered over the teenager, almost like he was the never ending storm.

Meeting at Deaton's. Try not to be late.

Stiles couldn't help but roll his eyes as he scanned over the text, he was tired of everything. Truly, he wished for everything to stop.

What for?

He replied back as he looked at the wall in utter boredom, using his imagination he pictured himself stabbing all his friends. An evil smile formed on his face, his hands trembling in malice. Stiles' fingers slowly ran against the rough fabric of his jeans, he wished the red ichor cover would cover his hands and face.

"Mr. Stilinski-" he heard called out.

"Yeah?" he answered with a spaced out tone, yet there was a somewhat accusing tremor to his voice.

"Mr. Stilinski, are you with us?" the teacher spoke out, there was worry laced in his voice as the gaze was set on the teenager.

"Yeah. All here . . ." the boy said with a forced smile, one that caused his eyes to crinkle. almost as if it were real.

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NOTE:
Thank you all for the 19.7k reads! I'm so shocked that this story has come that far, since it started as a collection of stories I had written in high school. That seems like a lifetime ago!! My writing has changed since then, so this chapter might seem a bit different compared to the previous. Once again, thank you all for reading this story. I will be checking this more frequently to interact with you lovely readers.
- Ina