The FIRE That Came After The WAR

An Unexpected Development

Chapter 2

"BEEP"

"BEEP"

"BEEP"

"BEEP"

I groaned and pulled my quilt above my head. I felt terrible, my whole body is aching and my head spun. i'm not even standing yet. GREAT, time to get ready for school it's not like i can skip any more time what with the whole "incident". God i hate life.

I slowly but surely removed the quilt from my tortured body and attempted to get up though having to use the night stand for balance as well as the walls to remain steady. Fortunately by the time i was ready for school my balance seemed to be some what back to it normal range though my head still killed as did the rest of my body. I walked past Dad without a word, the usual routine as of late. The sheriff looked at his son as he walked by sluggishly hunched in on himself, his face was pale and he had clear evidence of bags under his eyes. He inwardly shuddered, he looked just like when he was-

"Stiles u feeling okay" the sheriff cringed at the slight sound of fear on his otherwise concerned voice.

Stiles looked over to his dad and frowned. Since when was Dad worried about weather or not i was feeling okay. Normally he just let it slip off his shoulder when Stiles looked a little sick or tired.

" yeah i'm fine, why d'you ask" Stiles spoke, his voice was a little scratchy and tired sounding but he ignored that and hoped his Dad would too.

"you just... don't look yourself today thats all"

Oh Stiles knows why his Dad spoke. I know what i look like, i saw it in the mirror this morning. Almost had a heart attack himself when the thought of the pale faced and evil smirking demon came into his mind.

"well i'm absolutely fine Dad so you don't have to worry about me trying to kill anyone, no no because if i was intending to do that you'd know it by the look in my eyes."

I glared at my father my voice turning eerie as he changed from being hunched over and tired to looking amused and sure of himself. The Sheriff blanched at his son.

"I'd be planning something, or have i already thought of the plan. how i'm going to slowly kill all of his friends while he watches helplessly screaming for me to kill him rather than let him watch"

John Stilinski jumped out of his place on the living room table and walked back away fro his son with a stranger eyes that should not have been so familiar to him. This wasn't Stiles.

"You'd like that John wouldn't you, seeing your son, your only family beg for mercy"

John stared blankly at the figure that stood before him.

"Are you going to answer me John or are you going Ignore your son when hes talking to you" Stiles cooed with his head tilted to the side as he smiled widely.

John shook his head shakily not even wondering why he hadn't tried to help his supposed son to snap out of this and come back to him.

"It seems to me that youve been ignoring Stiles, watching as the guilt and pain ate away at the poor thing, why push him away while he needed you the most. you wanted him to suffer"

"NO" john said in a firm voice.

"You allowed him to tear away at the seems"

"NO" he shouted a little louder in disbelief of what he had allowed to happen.

"And why is it that you did this"

"shut up you crazy bastard" John shouted once again angry at the voice using his son

"Because you were scared"

John lost all anger and looked up at the thing in an emotionless shock

"Oh yes, Stiles isn't a stupid boy John surely you know this by now. he sees the way you look at him, or well looked at him seings as you never give him the time of day" The Nogitsune let out a humorless laugh.

"Maybe i'm not who you think i am maybe i'm Stiles but he's finally decided to tell you exactly how he feels" The thing sneered and walked towards John.

"And maybe just maybe Stiles wants to cause pain to the people who dished it out to him"

The Nogitsune leaned onto the kitchen counter and picked up a Knife.

"Stiles what are you doing, put the knife down Stiles this isn't you"

"Sorry but stiles isn't here to listen to your pitiful pleas" The Nogitsune laughed once again and shuffled towards the Sheriff knife raised.

"Stiles...please" John whispered in a helpless voice as that thing came towards him.

Clarity spilled into those lost eyes and a horrified expression crashed onto Stiles face. The knife dropped the tension never left the Sheriff even as stiles fell to the floor staring at the hands that almost caused him to lose his mind.

So you actually read to the second chapter congratulations if you managed to sit through the boring story of which i have created. Once again i would like to say that I fully appreciate constructive criticism and comments on what to change and mistakes that i have obviously made.

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