A Chance

Gift of a banshee

Malia POV
I was woken up by the birds outside chirping and the occasional snore from Stiles. I turned to look at the spazzy boy next to me; his head was slightly tilted back and his mouth was wide open.
I rolled my eyes.
Even though he looked completely ridiculous, he still looked so peaceful; I had to ruin it.
"Wake up Stiles! Quick!" I shook him
"What?!" He shot up
"Good morning" I smiled
"Oh god! Really Malia?"
Stiles looked different. He had complained about feeling under the weather last night but I could see it now. He was a sickly pale colour, his eyes were sunken and had purple bags under them.
"How are you feeling today?" I couldn't hide my concern
"I'm fine, just tired. Let me sleep." He pulled the covers over himself and turned around
I searched around for one of Stiles' hoodies and went outside to see if anyone was awake.
I saw lydia sitting by our once radiant fire poking at the ashes. I snuck up behind her covering her eyes.
"Malia, I'd know those cold hands anywhere" she laughed
"Did you sleep okay?" I asked sitting down next to her
"Yeah I did, did you 'sleep' okay?" She mocked
"Oh god" I put my head in my hands "you didn't, did you?"
"Oh sweetie, we all did!" She emphasized
I felt so embarrassed, I had gotten completely lost in the moment I forgot about everyone else and also that tents weren't sound proof. I had to quickly change the subject.
"Stiles isn't looking too good today, he said he feels fine but you'll see when he comes out. Something's definitely wrong."
Just as I had said that, Stiles had emerged from the tent and came over to us; not saying a word.
"You alright Stiles?" Lydia spoke up
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Stiles continued bluntly
I watched as Lydia touched Stiles' arm and as she did, she gasped closing her eyes and her body seemed to freeze in shock.
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Lydia opened her eyes and she was stood next to the burning fire and she was alone. None of her friends were in sight and she couldn't hear anything except for the fire popping. She couldn't move, she didn't have control over what she thought was her body.
Lydia started walking and as hard as she tried she couldn't stop herself so she stopped trying.
She was walking towards the back of Stiles' jeep and when she looked into the window she could see her reflection...or in fact, Stiles' reflection.
She was experiencing what seemed to be a memory as Stiles experienced it.

She was soon surrounded but dark figures that came out of the shadows, her and her friends had encountered the oni before but this was slightly different, they weren't the oni. They were nagoni and she had only read about them.

Different from the oni who go around in search of individuals possessed by dark spirits, nagoni are the ones who pass the dark spirit on.

Lydia could only watch as they started getting closer to her, she was the restrained by the ones on her left and right. Stiles didn't struggle because he probably knew it would be no use. Suddenly the one stood directly infront of Lydia reached for his sword and in one clean swipe it had sliced Stiles' stomach and his body fell to the floor.
As his eyes slowly closed he watched as the nagoni, one by one snuck back into the shadows.