Lone Ranger (Teen Wolf)

8 - Out of Body

The basement is quiet, except noises are coming from the other room. I take in my surroundings, noticing that I'm laying back on the yellow couch. How did I get over here?  Where did Stiles even go? Wait- Where's Oliver? I push myself up from the couch, listening closely to the noises in the other part of the basement. 

I was knocked out with Haldol, which means, this is either a dream...or a vision. I round the corner, curiously. Stiles is held down in a chair by restraints with Oliver standing nearby with a drill in hand. My hand flies to my mouth. The sight of me sitting down in another chair with restraints answers my question. I'm in a vision. Although, I'd bet anything to say that all of this is happening right now. 

"I borrowed a few pointers from the five point restraint." Oliver tells Stiles. 

I move closer to the whole scene. I'm invisible to all of them. I'm actually still in my body, but I'm experiencing all of this, like an out of body experience. This usually happens when I have a vision. This is so strange that it's happening exactly as it happens in real life. Am I getting stronger?

"Oliver, stop this." Stiles desperately pleads, shifting in the restraints. The restraints are tight against his body. There's no way he would be able to escape. 

Oliver bends over, coughing. Red blood coats the inside of his hand. He wipes away an excess blood with the back of his arm.

"Oliver, listen to me. Stop." Stiles attempts to calm the other boy. 

The drill turns on by a switch and Oliver moves it closer to Stiles. I watch, fearfully. There's nothing I can do to save him. 

"Oliver! Oliver, stop!" Stiles shouts, trying to shrink away from the drill. 

"Start with her." A low, raspy voice comes from behind me.

The drill shuts off as Oliver turns around to face the voice. I follow his motions and turn to see where the voice came from. The bandaged man that was inside of the other room is currently standing behind me a few feet away. I nervously swallow. Oliver listens to the Nogistune and moves over to my chair. 

"Oh, god." I breathe, terrified. "No, no, no! Oliver!" I screech at the boy. My yells are nothing. None of them can hear me. I'm still stuck in my body- stuck in my head. 

"You did this. You got into his head." Stiles gawks at the bandaged man.

"Every Dracula needs a Renfield." The Nogistune says.

Oliver checks the restraints on my wrists, making sure that I'm unable to move. I grab onto my hair, freaking out. He's going to drill a hole in my head. There's nothing I can do to save myself. 

Stiles worriedly gazes over at me, tears in his eyes. "Just let her go."

"Let me in." The Nogistune responds. 

Stiles jerks around in his restraints to try to break free. He yells out in frustration.

The Nogistune moves around the room. "Stiles, do you want her to leave here alive? Do you want us to leave? We can walk out of this place." 

"Just let her go, please." Stiles keeps his eyes on me. Silent sobs escape from his body. 

I bite down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood if this wasn't all in my head. The Nogistune peers in the hole in the wall, where the other body lies within. How is all of this possible? Is this really all in our heads? In all of our heads? 

Stiles yanks his arms around in his restraints. 

The Nogistune crouches beside Stiles' chair. "Let me in." 

Stiles screams out loud. 

Oliver presses his hand against my head, preparing to drill a hole in my head. This can't actually be happening. This can't be real. I press my hands against my head, watching Oliver hold the drill close to my real head. This out of body experience is too much. I can't handle it. 

"Let me in, Stiles! Let me in!" The Nogistune yells over Stiles' shouting.

"Just let her go, please!" Stiles screams, silently crying. He continues to jerk around in his chair, doing anything he can to break free. 

Oliver turns on the drill. I have no control over this situation. I can only sit here and watch as Oliver drills a hole in my head. The drill slowly moves closer to the side of my head. It's only a matter of time before he reaches my skull. 

"Let me in, Stiles! Let me in! Let me in and I'll let her live." The Nogistune says from behind me. "Let me in!"

My attention is too focused on Oliver and my actual body to pay attention to what's going on behind me. This trepanation is going to kill me. Is it selfish of me to not want to die? Stiles letting the Nogistune in, means he will try to kill others. I scream out in frustration. I can't focus on the future when there's a drill coming at my head. Everything is too cloudy.

The sound of restraints breaking comes from behind us, followed by a dark voice, "Oliver."

The drill immediatley shuts off, centimeters from piercing my skull. All the blood drains from my face. Oh, no. Oliver pulls away, suddenly very fearful. A stream of tears flood down my cheeks. I hadn't even realized I had been crying. More restraints break from behind me. 

I relucantly turn around to see Stiles standing up, rubbing his wrists from where the restraints had been. "Stiles?" I whisper, scared. 

A dark look rests on his face when he peers up at Oliver. He let the Nogistune in. He did it to save me. Stiles casually strolls over to Oliver, glancing over the shaking boy. The drill held tightly to his chest. In a quick motion, Stiles grabs the drill out of Oliver's hand and slams the butt of the drill into his face. Oliver drops to the ground, like a lump of logs. 

I gasp, stumbling backwards. The feeling of a vaccum has my second form being dragged back towards my body, as if invisible hands were pulling me back to my real body. I suck in a deep breath when I feel shoved back into my body. 

My heads rolls from side to side, slowly. My eyelids feel, like, they weight a hundred pounds. Despite my whole body feeling like lead, I'm completely aware of the situation at hand. I will myself to crack open my eyes. "Stiles?" I choke out. 

The Nogistune in Stiles' body sets the drill down on the table and glances back at me. He smirks. Nothing is said as he walks off without saying a word. There's nothing I can do to stop him or to warn others of what is going on. I struggle for a breath. 

Stiles said something about Scott before all of this happened. I need to find Scott. He'd know what to do. 

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Look at that. Another update. I'm getting good at this. Let's see how many times I can update this story before the end of the day.

Stiles let the Nogistune in to save Corie. How sweet. Also, how dumb. Their friendship...I guess you could call it that...is interesting to say the least. I enjoy writing about it. 

With Stiles out of Eichen House, how is Corie supposed to get out of Eichen House? 

Question: Do you think Corie will get out of Eichen? And how?

So, yeah!