Monster » (Stiles Stilinski)[Book 3]

Ready, Aim, Fire

"...With our backs to the wall, the darkness will fall

We never quite thought we could lose it all
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire
An empire's fall in just one day
You close your eyes and the glory fades
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire away..."  

It was weird, nothing seemed real. It was like everything suddenly stopped and was moving in slow motion yet, everything was moving way to fast for us to even stop and think for a second. Allison died, it still didn't seem real. We were all hoping this was some horrible, horrible dream and Allison would wake us all up. She would be here when we waked up but she wasn't, because she died. 

We were sitting in the police station, them asking us questions as the thought of Mr. Argent coaching us on what to say to cover up Allison's death echoing through my mind. He had told us to say two people in mask tried stealing the car before they killed Allison. The ache in my chest told me what I already knew. 

I don't know how we were supposed to go on; Allison was dead and now the Nogitsune had control of the Oni..I don't know how on earth we're going to go on but we needed to. Allison would want us to. She died saving us, she would want us to go on. I could hear her voice in my head, I think we all could hear her telling us we needed to stand up and keep fighting, we needed to find another way.

"It all happened so fast.." I gasped, wiping my tears away as the police questioned me next. Allison's dad told us that if we didn't remember anything just to say that line. It was all so much though, it did all happen so fast. I couldn't think right now, but just like Allison would have wanted, we needed to keep fighting. 

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Right now; I was standing around in Derek's loft, trying to comprehend everything that had happened. I know Allison would have wanted us to go on, to keep fighting but how do we keep fighting when the worst possible thing has happened? Allison is dead, Stiles looks like he's dying and we're all slowly being torn apart from the inside. If there was a plan, anything, we needed to think of one quick before the Nogitsune took someone else from us we loved. 

Once I finished changing clothes, I walked back to my room to see how Isaac was doing and if his wounds were healing yet. But when I pushed open my door, I didn't expect to find what was right in front of me. 

"Isaac? Isaac, what are you doing?" I asked him, confused as to why he was shoving some of my clothes in a bag. Isaac didn't say anything at first, he just kept putting random things into a duffle bag until finally I managed to yell at him to stop for a split second to explain what he was doing. 

"Packing." He answered simply, completely frantic. 

I looked at him confused, walking up to him and grabbing his hand to force him to look at me. "Why? Why are you packing at a time like this?" I asked. 

"We're leaving, I'm getting you the hell out of here." Isaac warned me.