𝟏𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬
Riley Winters and Stiles Stilinski had been living happily ever since they departed Beacon Hills to create a life together. Everything is going amazing for them until they...
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"Stiles, please," Riley pleaded, trying to get past the wall that was the Nogitsune to reach her husband.
The Nogitunse laughed in her face, "It's pointless, little Sylph. He's weak. He's gone."
"Stiles, I need you," she said, ignoring the Nogitsune.
With a sigh, the Noitsune twisted the blade, "Enough of this charade. It was cute but I'm tired. It is time for the game to end."
The Nogistune ripped the blade free of Riley's abdomen and the woman screamed. As she dropped to her knees her hands went to her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. The woman looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"Not healing as fast as you thought?" he chuckled. "Iron doesn't just take longer to heal, little Sylph. Iron makes you human. You have to heal like a human," he told her as he held the iron blade to the side of her face.
Her skin split open and she began to bleed as he dragged the blade downwards. Riley tried not to react, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming again. She couldn't, however, stop the tears in her eyes brought on by the pain.
"And if it's severe," the Nogitsune continued. "Then you'll die like a human, too. This is the sacrifice that it takes to win the game."
The Nogistune lowered the blade, holding it to her throat. Scott and the others tried to move forward but the Oni stood in their way. Scott called his friend's name several times but she ignored him, not looking away from her husband's eyes.
"I thought that it had to be one of us who sacrificed the other for this to work?" she asked, trying not to show any fear, even though she was terrified.
The deity sneered, "You already did the work for me, gorgeous. I'm just going to wait for you to bleed out."
Riley could feel the blood soaking the shirt, her body growing weaker by the second. She decided that it was time for one last ditch effort. She pulled one hand away, resting the bloody palm on his face, speaking directly to him. "You are the love of my life, Stiles."
She wasn't sure whether it was a figure of her imagination but Riley could have sown she saw a flicker in his eyes in that moment. Suddenly, the Nogitsune pressed the blade harshly against the skin of her neck. "Don't even try it," he growled.
It was the way he spoke - his tone - that gave him away. He wasn't talking to her. "Stiles?" Riley said hopefully, noticing the internal struggle that seemed to be going on in front of her. "I know you're there. Come back to me."
At her words, she could feel the knife shaking against her throat. Maybe Stiles wasn't gone after all.
She stroked her thumb against his cheek, "Come back to Aayla. To your family."
