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Chapter 1

Stiles had gotten over the Nogitsune after a couple weeks, the feeling of going back to sleep though consumed him with worry. Usually now if he placed his head on the pillow he would stare at the ceiling before going into a nightmare mostly the same one. Hurting his friends and laughing as they scream, the first one to die is always Allison. Nobody except his father knew of these vivid dreams continuing but he never really took the time to worry much about them. Afterall he had plenty work of his own with these recent cases to take care of.

Stiles felt more powerful but still much more weak ever since they got the nogitsune out of his body but he just couldn't explain the feeling. It was as if he had took the power from the fox before it had escaped. Stiles didn't want to assume things to be like this, as if he did decide to tell Scott he would say he's over reacting and most likely won't even believe him. Or send him to Deaton... but now that Stiles thought about it, it's for the best if he kept this to himself for now. He can always tell them later right?

He still misses Allison, so does everyone but it's like they just forgot they don't talk about her. And they all act as if it wasn't Stiles fault which in his opinion it totally was. It was his fault.

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He liked to go on trips when he was younger with his mother. He had always dreamt of Mexico but afterall this supernatural fiasco it took a turn for the worse. It even made him worry about travelling to far from home. Lydia was sweet, Stiles use to also like her for some time but he decided that it wasn't going to happen any time soon.

'This doesn't seem so bad' Stiles clasped his hands together, he wanted to see the good in everything but maybe the voice in his right now telling him to go and steal a car and drive away could afterall be right. And leave Lydia? He has to be going mental for his mind to think of that.

'It's not the town, it's the plan.' Lydia seemed kinda annoyed and low down when it came to being optimistic about these plans the pack had made up.

'What's wrong with the plan?'

'Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with'
'You're aware of that, right?' Classic Lydia.

'I'm aware it's not our best' Stiles had to agree with Lydia on that one though. This plan to go and storm into someone home with somehow a large amount of money and hope they give them Derek in return, it would be something Stiles would joke about when he's being a sarcastic idiot.

'We are going to die' Well, she's not wrong if Scott, Kira and Melia don't stay out of the way of the guards inside of the party then they are totally screwedddd over.

'Are you saying that as a Banshee or you're just being pessimistic?' Of course this was the perfect time to try and mess with Lydia a bit, he was now a fox in a way so he might as well keep up the mischievous role.

'I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die' Lydia was little on edge you could say maybe because they were in the middle of Mexico with a shit plan and barely enough directions on where or what to do but sure they will be fine.

'Okay. Would you just mind restricting any talk of death yo actual Banshee predictions? Or maybe you are saving it for when someone like Allison is going to die next?' Stiles was done with ignoring the subject of Allison. This comment had gave him a glare off of Lydia which is a improvement from the usual shove or shoulder barge.

'This plan is stupid and we're going to DIE.' Stiles thought it was just lovely that Lydia had completely just ignored the Allison comment and continued talking as if they were going to die within the next milisecond which is impossible by the way.

'Oh, thank you.' One day Lydia was going to get sick of Stiles overwhelming amount of sarcasism. A smirk placed on his lips when he heard the overly pissed 'Mmm' from Lydia. With that death smile of hers.