(stalia) the night that changed everything

Is That You?

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Third Person's PoV
"I-i... I want him back." Malia said, and Peters hand fell from her arm. "Okay, then we will begin" Aisha said pulling out herbs and candles from her bag. "Malia, peter, start digging please. We don't want him to suffocate." She said and they started digging as fast as they could. After 20 minutes his casket was completely cleared of the cold dirt. "Henry, light  these candles and line them around the circle of his grave." Aisha said and Henry started work on lighting the candles. Peter just watched Henry light and put down each candle until he put the last one down at Stiles' head stone.

Aisha chanted words they didn't understand as she danced around Stiles' grave while sprinkling herbs and salts from a brown sack. The air filled with the sound of drums and tambourines, malia, and Henry looked around the eerie Cemetery for the source of the haunting music. When she completed the circle she stood in front of malia and held her hand out for malia "Malia, give me your hand." Aisha said in a voice that was empty of emotion. Malia gave Peter and Henry a nervous glance and placed her hand in Aisha's. Her chanting in her native language  Amplified and her voice distorted. Malia's hand stained red as Aisha slashed across the Palm of her hand. Aisha let Malia's blood drip down on to Stiles' coffin.
Stiles stood abruptly from the bench him and his mother was sitting on and started walking towards a little light in the distance. He ran towards the light when he saw the shadow moving to his light.
"Who are you!?" Stiles asked the shadow as he ran full speed to the nearing light. "Iiiiiimm ttthe darknesssss. Iiivve been waiiiting for you, sssstiless. Iiim going to make them hate you. And you're going to watch." The faceless evil shadow hissed at Stiles. Stiles ran faster and faster, and with the sound of glass breaking, he bursted through the light.
Aisha's eyes went completely white and she inhaled deeply as she seemed to scream in reverse.

When she stopped screaming Peter ran to her side before she could fall to the ground.
"He's... he's waking up." Aisha said through gasps. Henry and malia shared a hopeful look and they hurriedly opened Stiles' coffin. He laid there in his black suit. His skin turned a bruised blue under his eyes and at the corners of his lips.

Malia's PoV.
I jumped down into his coffin making sure to step on the pine sides.
"Stiles?" I asked as I tentatively brushed a hand against his hollowing cheek. My ear automatically twitched at the sudden sickening plopping, cracking sound coming from Stiles' body. The plopping increased speed until it was a steady heart beat.

His flatten chest expanded and deflated.
"What's happening to him?" Henry asked looking from the coffin to Aisha.
"Give him time." She said feverishly wiping a hand across her forehead, from Peters arms. Stiles eyes flew open as he took an unbelievably long intake of air. His back lifted from the coffin as his chest rose high into the air. his back smacked against the coffin as he exhaled.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO HIM!?" I said starting to panic.

Stiles PoV.
"IM NOT GOING TO LET YOU KEEP ME CAPTIVE IN MY OWN BODY" I yelled at the thing fighting to take over my body.
"You havvve nooo chhhoiccce. Ssstop fffighting meee!" The thing hissed back. The fight was finished, but I wasn't in control of the now foreign body. I could feel, hear and see everything though. I saw malia above me, her eyes tear stained. As much as I wanted to reach out and touch her, the decision was not mine. So my body stayed still, my mind formed words but my lips did not allow me to speak.
"Stiles? Can you hear me?" Malia asked leaning closer to me.
"Yesss" the thing said and clearing my body's throat. "Yes, malia i... I can hear you..." the thing said sitting up slowly and pretending to cry. "You brought me back!" Malia pulled 'us' into her arms as she cried and trembled blissfully. The thing laughed inside our conjoined mind.
"Don't hurt her!"

"Whatttt arrre you goinnng to do? You'rrre trapped heeere, wittth me, thhhere's abbbssoluttely nothing you cccan dooo." It laughed low and  sadistically.

"What will we tell Melissa and john?" Malia asked her fathers.
"We'll figure that out later. Right now let's move him back to our house. He can sleep in the basement." Peter said helping the woman in his arms, up to her feet and walked over to the edge of the hole I was buried in.
"Peter, we're not putting him in the basement." Malia said glaring up at peter.

"Okay you're right. Lets um, get him home, make some hot tea, get all cozy and watch frozen, eh?" Peter said exaggerating a smile. Malia rolled her eyes and offered a hand to help 'us' up.

"Thisss is goooing to beee fffun" the thing thought as it took Malia's hand.
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On the home malia talked to me. She told me how much she missed me, I wanted to tell her the same, but the thing focused our attention on the woman sitting in the  passenger seat. She glanced over her shoulder at 'us' from time to time.
"shhhe ssusspeccts" it thought.
"What does that mean?"
"Shhee sensesss sommethinnng's wrrrong."
"Why doesn't she say something if she's suspicious?" I thought Confused.
"Iii doont know." It snapped. "SsShe's a commplicccationn"
It said still staring at her.

A/N oh my god, what have I done? Thanks for reading Comment your thoughts, and vote. <3