NIGHTMARE | Scott/Stiles

Back In The Fire

There was a sharp pain in Marisa's right arm, but that was the only thing reminding her she was, in fact, still alive. Other than that, it was nothing but complete and total darkness and numbness.

Something happened to her. She felt different in a way she couldn't describe even when she tried, and boy, did she try. She tried to search for a feeling inside of her that she recognized, but there was nothing there. No pain, no fever, no heat, no cool, no ear piercing voices in her head. Nothing.

Just a stabbing pain in her right arm, and the sound of her own thoughts.

She thought about a lot of things. One thing being how terrible she felt for acting all crazy. But she mostly thought about bringing one of her favorite people back to life.

She knew she was crazy. She knew the whole thing was insane, but she didn't care. She didn't care what the others thought of her, or if they disagreed. She just wanted one of them back.

And she was gonna do it.

No matter what it took.

"There's no scent. No tracks." Scott gasped as Malia and Cora hurried to his side. "No way to find them."

"But they can howl back, right?" Malia asked them.

"Only if they heard him." Cora answered for Scott, looking out over at the town, eyes scouring over every single little light shining.

When Marisa breathed, it was heavy, like a weight was pressing down on her lungs. She felt she breathing tubes resting on her face before her eyes even opened, and all she could think about was what a shit job it was doing at helping her breathe.

"What the hell?" She forced out, her voice groggy and musty, the dryness she immediately felt making her cough. "You sons of bitches."

She lifted her head up as much as possible, looking down at the tube sticking out of her arm, sucking her blood out and into a large capsule filled with a foggy green liquid and god knows what else. "Hey! I told you not to hurt him! Where is he!?" Marisa coughed, scrounging up as much energy as she had to look around the room. "Liam!" Her head fell back, clanking against the metal table she laid on. "I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill you all!"

"What do you think they're doing to them?" Malia muttered out to Theo and Cora as the three stood in Scott's living room.

Cora snapped her head to glare at Malia.
"I don't really wanna think about what those things could be doing to our sister, do you?" She snapped, making Malia's eyes widen.

"Just filling awkward silence." Malia shrugged when the door bursted open, Scott rushing past them

"Scott?" Theo called out, the three following him as he hurried up the steps toward his bedroom.

"Sorry. Im only on chapter two. I'm a slow reader." Cory spoke up, looking over at Lydia and Mason at his side.

"It's okay, Cory." Mason smiled down at him when Scott rushed in.

"He's right. We don't have time for that anyway."

"No, Scott! Don't!" Lydia called out just as Scott stabbed his claws into the back of Cory's neck.

Marisa's eyes opened widely, glowing bright purple.
"Liam." She gasped, cringing at her sudden, quick movements. "Liam!" She yelled, hearing him scream off in the distance.

She turned to her side, staring down at the tube in her arm. Her left arm slowly dragged over to her other side, her hand finding the tube. "Oh. That's deep." She gasped before beginning to pull on it.

Marisa groaned loudly as she pulled harder and harder on the tube, watching as two feet of tubing came out of the large hole in her arm until the hose finally came out, black blood pooling from the spout as she dropped it into the floor, falling back onto the table. "Okay. Come on, sort-of alpha. You're the sort-of alpha. You can do this." She whispered to herself, cringing from the deep pain in her arm as it slowly heeled. "Ok. Time to get up." She planted her left arm onto the table, using it to push herself up just before it gave out, sending her crashing back down to the table with a gasp. "Son of a—ow" she cringed, opening her eyes and staring up at the metal pipe, concrete ceiling over her. She was underground.