Scream (Nogitsune)

Chapter 8

Everyone was shocked by what have just happened. They were all pretty much convinced that it wasn't the Nogitsune stabbing himself and helping them capture himself, so they started operating with the thought already mentioned before, that it really was Stiles, who was talking to the sheriff and who stormed into the room just moments ago.

Isaac picked him up from the floor and put him into a chair. They decided it would be better to tie him up. Scott didn't want them to make it too tight, because it could have been his best friend right there. Dr. Deaton wanted to be cautious, but agreed and made the rope loose enough so it wouldn't hurt and then put a tape over his mouth.

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Few minutes passed and Stiles woke up, tied to a chair.

Scott felt good enough to get off the table and stand on his own already. He took a chair and sat opposite to Stiles. Even though they weren't completely sure it really was him, he decided to take the tape off of his mouth. As he pulled Stiles made a painful sound. He was trying to focus on his surroundings and not what is happening inside.

"Stiles?" Scott asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't want this. Why is this happening again? I'm so sorry." By now everyone believed it really is Stiles sitting in the room with them.

"It's okay. It's not your fault." Scott tried to calm him down.

Dr. Deaton jumped in with some safety precautions he just thought of.

"Stiles. We don't know for how long the poison will be effective. If you feel weak, like he is coming back, tell us, please. It will not be pleasant, but we will give you more and it should give us a little bit more time." Stiles just nodded.

He would love to pretend the fight inside his head doesn't exist, but he had to be realistic, took a few deep breaths and got himself to talk. "I think he is weakened and that's why I get to be myself sometimes." He tried to stay calm. It was hard, but he managed.

Lydia wasn't able to do anything, just stood there, looked at Stiles and tried not to start crying.

"I can't remember where he was hiding until now. We. We were hiding." He corrected himself with heavy heart.

"Stiles, what happened there in the parking lot? Did you do something?" Isaac asked a bit too directly again.

"Oh my god. Dad." Stiles let out hurtfully.

No one really wanted to talk about it. They didn't want him to feel miserable the time he gets to feel without someone else controlling his every move.

Lydia decided to change the subject. "Stiles." She spoke for the first time.

He looked at her and he didn't want that moment to ever stop. He felt safe with her there, looking into his eyes. Hers were watering, which reminded him of all the bad stuff. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

"Do you know why he did this? Or what he is planning?" Lydia asked.

"I don't think there is a plan. He just wants to bring chaos." Stiles answered. "Guys," he continued, getting nauseous, "I don't feel very good. I think he is coming back."

Dr. Deaton didn't take any chances and injected Stiles with another Letharia Vulpina and he passed out. They didn't really know what to ask him or tell him or even what to do. They also knew they gained some extra time but they couldn't keep doing this forever.

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Stiles woke up again. His mind was a little foggy, but he was ready to tell them whatever he could. He remembered what he was asked the last time. "There is no plan. I'm sorry."