transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

32| His Choice

I find myself back at the school. I'm not sure why. It's probably best that I don't runaway like I did earlier. I was trying to go home but I ended up here. Once again. wander the hall looking for Lydia. My necklace began to glow so I thought it best that I stay out here and look for her. But the school is dark and old. There's creaking everywhere. Water dripping from the bathroom sink, the putrid smell of the boys locker room, the constant banging of the pipes. The music from the auditorium. Something's wrong. I know something is definitely wrong.

I listen for Lydia but I can only focus on the sound of my own footsteps. I try to make my them as quite as possible. Then I hear the clicking of heels against the floor. I listen to what direction it's coming from and I rush towards it. A chanting fills my ears and my heart pounds in my chest. I've heard it somewhere. The heels are no longer audible. I have to find Lydia. I sniff in the air trying to find her scent. Her perfume is the only thing I have to go on right now. I take off running in the same direction stopping to make sure I'm staying on track.

"You recognize it, don't you?" I hear Ms. Blake ask Lydia before she hits her. Lydia falls to the ground.

I press my body against the wall to make sure she doesn't see me. I knew it. Stiles is gonna owe me big. A bug flies in front of my face and I swat at it. It continues to buzz around. A bug. It's not just any bug. It's a firefly. A glowing firefly. Something Chris once said. Fireflies are not luminescent in California. It always goes back to the fireflies. The darach walks out of the classroom and looks at me. I snarl at her as I bare my fangs. She smirks.

"How nice does it feel staring at the same person who killed your mother and your best friend?" She agitates.

"Just fine because I'll kill you."

"Au contraire, my dear. I'll be the one killing you."

She kicks me and I go flying back into the wall hitting my head. I rub my head struggling to stand up as my vision becomes double. The pain comes flooding back. All the images going through my head at once. Then a bleeding woman falling. Blake laughs maniacally.

"It was an illusion. The pain never really left. I made you think it did but it was always there."

The woman's body crashes to the ground. My breathing becomes austere and my chest tightens. My throat feels like it's closing up. I feel myself wanting to scream. My arms go limp and my legs become shaky. My vision goes black but I am determined to stay on my feet. My vision returns and Blake smiles. My vision darkens again and my knees buckle. I fall and my head hits the ground.

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"What are you doing?"

The voice echoes in my head. The voice belongs to Lydia. I try to open my eyes but my head seems to be worse than before. The images running wild in my head. Images of people, of creatures I have never seen before. Of faces I've known. There's one specific recurring image in my head. A coyote with glowing blue eyes. Helping me into their den. The nights I was in the wood. I was there. I noticed something. A coat, a doll, and the coyote resting by me.

An undeniable bond that was there but neither of us could explain what the bond mean. Everything seems so enigmatic. Every event, every-

Stiles.

His skin is pale, his lips curled into a cruel smile. His eyes are black and empty. Like a void. It's not Stiles. It can't be.

I see Jay.

"Wake up. You have to wake up." But everything is like a dream state. The colors around me are faded. "Wake up!"

I wake from the current state with a start from a scream. Almost instinctively my voice harmonizes making her scream ten times louder. I stop, weak from all the power it takes from me. I notice a rope around Lydia's neck. I struggle to get my feet and stagger a little. I move forward. I stumble and grab the desk. Jennifer moves around Lydia bring her eyes from me to Lydia every second.