DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)

XIII ϟ G U I L T

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C H A P T E R S  T H I R T E E N : G U I L T

B E F O R E - "You know, if all of this is true, people are dead because of Stiles." 

"But is it really Stiles? Remember, we've had this problem before." Jackson.

"But we got lucky with Jackson."

"What happens when you don't get lucky?" Death.

"I guess it depends on how much or how little of Stiles is left."

"Would you feel any remorse putting Stiles down?"

"Stiles? Yes. But not a Nogitsune."

N O W -

"I want to go back to the topic of guilt today." Ms. Morrell says- "It might surprise you to hear me say that guilt is a good thing. It's a rather mature emotion." Her attention turns to Malia- who is absentmindedly picking at her nails. "Malia, you said something about guilt the other day. You said it came with a visceral reaction."

"I said it made me feel sick to my stomach," Malia grunts with a dark look- "Guilt often becomes physical. You feel it in your gut. It's not just psychological. How does guilt make you feel, Stiles?"

I look up, blinking vigorously- "I'm sorry, what?"

"Guilt. What does it make you feel?" She repeated calmly as my eyes flickered around the group that provided me their attention- "Nervous."

I breathe- "Like a sense of urgency?"

"You feel an urgent need to make up for something you've done. To apologize. These are healthy responses. Does anyone know what we call someone who doesn't experience guilt?" She asks as Oliver raises his hand- " A Sociopath."

"That's right, Oliver." I stare blankly at the wall, my shoulders tense with an emotion that almost doesn't belong to me.

"I'm sorry, everyone, but we need to take a break. Come with me, Stiles. I'd like to talk to you for a minute." I look up with hollow eyes, before standing and following her into her office.

"It's called a Lichtenberg figure. They appear on lightning strike victims. The fact that they're appearing on you after a shot of Wolf Lichen is both significant and strange." I nod as I gingerly touch the black veins that branch up my arm.

"By significant and strange do you mean hopeful and optimistic?" I ask, as she just stares at me with a blank look- "When the marks fade, the Nogitsune's grip over you will return."

"How is this happening?" I whisper as she stares down at me, "What do you mean, Stiles?"

"How can I be both a fox and a- a Vampire?" Morrell's lips twitch, "How can your brother be both a Vampire and a Werewolf?" I frown- "He was born a werewolf, and turned a vampire," she nods absentmindedly before placing a bottle into my palm.

"What are these?" I question cautiously. "Sleeping pills? Amphetamines."

"Sleeping is exactly what you don't want to do. You're vulnerable when you're asleep." She responds, moving to her desk as I stare at the pills blankly.

"So all I have to do is stay awake?"

"For now. If your friends haven't figured out something by the time those marks are gone, I'll come find you." She responds moving to make ends meet.

"To tell me what to do?" I ask as the silence consumes the both of us. Eventually, she shakes her head- "No, to give you an injection. Pancuronium Bromide. It causes respiratory paralysis."