Lose Your Mind | Stiles Stilinksi DISCONTINUED

Chapter Ten

|Hunter's POV|

"Hunter, come on," Stiles burts into my room, interrupting the usual voices in my head. He was frantic. In a hurry for some unkown reason.

"Why? What's wrong?" I stammer, oblivious to whatever situation was at hand.

"We have to hurry!" he yells, grabbing my hand and yanking me off my bed into a standing position. Once he releases me, we run side by side through the halls of the facility. Trying our best to be quiet, I wondered where all if the workers were. Usually they have guards roaming the halls at night in case of any incidents with the patients, but they must've had off or something.

"Stiles what are we-" I stop myself, midsentence, when I turn my head to look at him. He was gone from my presence, and I was alone in the dark hallways of the institution with only a light flickering overhead. Spinning in circles, I look down every corridor and crack searching for any signs of Stiles. Nothing.

I walk down the long hallway, not knowing exactly where I was supposed to be going. My own curiosities getting the best of me. I almost trip over the jagged lump in the ugly red carpet. Bending down to fix it, my hand brushes over something cold and metal. I lift up the carpet, and come up with what seemed to be a rusty, cold metal key. I stick it in my pocket and continue to move on. Taking in my surroundings. Memorizing the place.

Alone. Scared. And trembling in my own fear. I stop in my tracks when I hear some sniffling from somewhere near me. It wasn't just a crying sniffle, it was a sound someone might make as if they were in pain. A heartbreaking sound that made you feel whatever the other person was feeling.

Turning down the last corridor of the floor I was currently on that I hadn't looked down yet, there was Stiles. Sitting, crouched in an erotic position that made me question him. Was he the source of the sniffling? "Stiles? Is that you?" I whisper stupidly. I'm such a loud mouth.

Thankfully, the person in the turned turned his head slowly, and it was Stiles. But at the same time, it wasn't. He looked like a different person. It was scary, actually. Almost inhuman.

His face was flushed. Completely pale as if he'd just seen a ghost. Or maybe even if he was a ghost himself. What frightened me the most was his eyes. The were bloodshot. Not as bad as my injured eye, but bad enough. And his under-eyes were baggy. As if he hadn't had a single day of sleep in hus entire life. Not only that, but his under-eyes were frightenly red. The were red and splotchy and that chilled me to the bone in such an eery way I almost screamed. He looked like a broken toy.

"Stay away," he growled at me. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion as I heard the pain in his voice.

I risk taking a step forward. "Stiles, it's-"

"I said stay away from me, Hunter!" he yelped in pain, scrunching his head to the side. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. What's wrong?" I dare to say. There was no sign of any sort or wound or major injury.

"It's him. He's getting in. I-I can't fight it." Stiles struggles to get the words out. Each word sounding strained, like something was trying to hold him back.

I'm about to risk taking yet another step forward, when I hear a sharp noise from behind me, like nails on a chalk board. I covered my ears, and Stiles did the same, only seeming to be in even more pain as he dropped to the ground and curled himself into a tight ball.

The noise. I stopped in my tracks. Turning around ever so carefully, my heart rate rising with every second. And what did I expect to see? Well, let's just say that I saw exactly what I was hoping not to see above all things. Him. The Nogitsune. And I still had no idea why the name Nogitsune always appeared in my mind. A crazy name for something in which I had no idea what it was.