Sleepwalking

Faltering Control

His head pounded with every step he took, but it wasn't really him controlling his body. It was something foreign and unnatural. God, how did he become like this?

He tried to turn his head to look around, but found that he didn't have any control over that. At the feeling of having no control over his own motor skills, Stiles began to feel panic set in.

Nothing happen.

His body continued to move on its own, each step painfully slow. His vision was blurred, as if he was looking through a dirty window, squinting to try and catch a glance outside.

His body hurt all over, as if he hadn't stretched out his muscles before jogging; or if he hadn't moved in hours. Both of those could be very much true, seeing he didn't remember what he had been doing last. Stiles couldn't even remember what month it was, or even what day it was. Monday? Tuesday? Sunday? He didn't have a clue.

"Stop!" He tried to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, whatever was controlling him let out a dark chuckle, and holy fuck that wasn't his own voice. That was someone completely different. It wasn't human. It surely scared the living shit out of him, but he didn't have time to panic. He needed to focus, get control over his own body again and to stop this.

"Please," it spoke, it's voice having a deep, low, growl to it. "You wouldn't be able to stop me even if you tried with all your might. You're weak, you're just human, Stiles." It scoffed, a smirk spreading over Stiles' face. This remark only fueled Stiles' determination to take control over his own body.

There was a problem, though; he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to do something like that. It was obvious whatever was possessing him was pretty powerful. So powerful that it had managed to possess Stiles completely, taking over his body and almost everything. The only thing it couldn't control was the way that he thought. He would have felt relief at knowing he was in control of his own mind if he wasn't currently possessed.

"Who are you?" He decided to ask, deciding that he had to start something. That maybe if he got to know the creature, he could find a weakness. It was a good plan in his head.

The creature hummed softly, as if to debate what exactly it should tell Stiles. "I don't have a specific name. Some people call me a Nogitsune, or a fox... Some even call me Void." He stated, walking out of whatever building it had been in and started onto the street. "You can just call me Void, seeing it'll probably be easier for you to remember." He said in almost a whisper to keep attention away from himself.

Stiles noted the information in his mind, deciding that it would be better to maybe lay low for now. It wasn't like Void was doing anything horrible at the moment. As far as Stiles knew, he was just taking a walk. At night.

They continued to walk for a while, walking a straight path down the sidewalk until they reached the Beacon Hills hospital. Judging by how empty the building seemed to be, Stiles guessed it was maybe somewhere around midnight, or even later than that. Totally nothing odd about this Void guy going to the hospital this late.

Void walked up to the front desk where some nurse was sitting. He was relieved to see it wasn't Melissa. "Did you get a patient by the name of Lydia Martin tonight, by any chance?" It asked calmly, ignoring how alarmed the woman at the front desk seemed to be by his appearance.

Is there something wrong with my face? Stiles thought curiously, instantly worried about what the woman was obviously startled by.

"U-um, yes." She stuttered slightly before leaning forwards and pointed down the hall towards the elevator. "Second floor, room 234..." She said a bit nervously. Of course, this only made Stiles even more anxious. He didn't have any trust in Void as it was.