❝ play nice. ❞
❝ i'm done playing nice. ❞
･.｡.:*･ she wondered if there was anyone
who was willing to accept her despite the
power she was cursed with. while he had
the fangs and the claws and everything he
asked for, he fig...
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ACT THREE, CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO The Line Between Life and Death
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IS THIS HOW IT ENDS? Bleeding out in the courtyard of an old interment camp, stabbed by a demon? What about Allison? Is she okay? And Lydia? Stiles?
It was cold and there was nothing but complete darkness. No matter where she looked, there was nothing and nobody but herself.
Where am I? Where is everybody else? When she looked down, there was blood all over her clothes. She touched the skin of her head and when she pulled her hand away, blood coated her fingertips. This is so strange. She knew she was injured and yet, she felt no pain. In fact, she felt nothing at all.
She looked up and suddenly she was in a cemetery and the sun was setting. She walked over to one of the headstones and felt a wave of sorrow wash over her when she saw the name.
Matt Daehler. She looked at the other headstones and for every additional name, the more she felt like she was drowning. Erica Reyes. Vernon Boyd. Her throat constricted when she saw the name on the last headstone.
Allison Argent.
She sunk to her knees in front on the headstone and ran her fingers over the carving of her name. Allison can't be dead. Andi was the one who took the most damage when they were both stabbed. It was her to made the choice to give up her life. She should be the one buried in the ground.
It happened so fast and so suddenly. A rotting hand shot out of the ground and grabbed Andi's wrist tightly and she screamed as she pulled her hand away and shuffled away. More hands reached out of the earth and when their heads appeared, there was nothing but decayed flesh and dirt covered bones. Andi got up and ran as fast as she could but when she looked back, they were gone and she wasn't in the cemetery anymore and was surrounded by darkness once again. Was this her eternal hell after everything she did?
When she looked forward, the Nogitsune was standing right in front of her but he didn't appear in Stiles' body. Instead, his entire head was wrapped in gauze except for his mouth that was bloody and filled with sharp teeth. Her scream was silenced when he grabbed her throat and growled in her face.
"You belong to me," he said in that deep raspy voice she knew too well, the voice that would forever haunt her.
"Clear!"
A sharp shock spread through her chest and she gasped and tried to look around. She could feel a mask over her face while blinded by a light as she could hear multiple voices talking but it was as if she was underwater. Her fingers reached for the closest person to her and brushed against someone's hand.
