The Sharpness of Death

Aftermath

The sirenning sound of Lydia's scream echoed and ricochet off the bleeding walls. Air rushed to fill her expelled lungs as she fell frail to the ground. Her hands and arms shaking from adrenaline and shear shock. Her eyes squeezed shut hoping this was all a dream, tears flooding down her face and onto stiles' lifeless body.

What had just happened?

Lydia quickly opened her eyes at the sound of a weak and painful gasp "Lydia". It was stiles, his body so limp it barely held itself up, skin so white it seemed almost blue, his eyes quivering as he urged to find the energy to stay awake. "Stiles, no no no, Stiles stay with me!" Lydia mumbled as the tears filled her mouth, placing her soft and warm hands across his cheeks.
Stiles could feel her heart beating so fast it sounded like she was running.
Her breathing deep and even, a gentle snuffling of air through her nose. Gradually Stiles opened his eyes to see darkness surrounding Lydia, awareness grabbed hold of the consciousness, it became a wheezing and whining sound interspersed with violent trembling of the body. Stiles felt like he was having a panic attack as he reached out to grab Lydia's waiting hand. The worry on her face and departed feeling of his body grew stronger. They stumbled down the Soul free tunnel. Stiles barely standing, holding on with every ounce of energy he could muster.
Lydia looked ahead towards the light, she could here fighting, grunting with shouts of vigorous pain and swords clashing with an eery sound. "Stiles, come on you can do this, we are nearly there" Lydia said in a soft and optimistic voice trying to stay positive and block out the memory of what had just happened.
Suddenly silence feel all around. The sound of a body hitting the tired concrete shuddered down the tunnel as Lydia dragged stiles out. It was Scott on his hands and knees, clenching his stomach. The oni had gone, all that was left was Alison's corpse and their tortured, yet alive bodies. The shock and heartache was too much, tears started bursting from her eyes, raw from inside.
Stiles struggled to get his feet to hold him, leaning all his weight on Lydia.
"What happened Lydia, is it over?" Each word shaking between a breath as he looked at the love of his life, her heart shattered to pieces. She lifted her free hand and wiped away all the tears she could, with a loud exhale and looked into his eyes, once full of life and curiosity, now dark and bloodshot.
Scott gasping for breath, his chest pumping and body shaking stood to look at them, mouth wide open and pointed to them about to shout...

Stiles loosened his grip and fell face down onto the ground with a thud. Lydia looked behind her in response, to find the nogitsine standing over his body with a sword drenched in warm blood. A proud and powerful look across his face. Scott came running and instead of seeing to stiles grabbed the nogitsune by the neck and started fighting.
"Lydia, i need you" a faint, whinning sound came from the floor. Afraid to look down she whispered " im here, im here stiles, its ok, your, your going to be ok" She knelt down in a pool of warm blood pouring from his fresh open wound and turned him to face her. His eyes were wide open from shock and pain as he grabbed his stomach. Lydia looked down at stiles, he was like a corpse.
His floppy hair was sticking up in every which way, his normal pale skin looking translucent and eerily unhealthily, those limbs that never stopped moving, were still. The whole image just looked... unnatural. Lydia quickly put pressure on his wound saying "its ok stiles, its not that bad don't worry, just stay with me" his body telling her otherwise.
Scott fell to his knees beside her over his body, hands shaking as he tried to get some much needed air into his lungs. Was that blood surrounding his best friend? The thick congealment of red pooled around Stiles' torso, slowly inching its way forward towards Scott, as if it was mocking him. He let out a choked sob looking at Lydia already all cried out , feeling the familiar burning behind his eyes as the tears threatened to burst through.
He grabbed his hand, the salty liquid making his vision blurry and looked into his lifeless eyes. " stiles please, hold on, they are on there way". Scott knew differently tho, he knew his friend was dying, slowing slipping through his finger tips and there was nothing he could do.
Why stiles? Why, he didn't deserve this.
"I'm sorry, this is, this is all my fault" Scott hunched over his head on stiles' chest moving with ever slowing breath. Stiles gasped to whisper "Scott, take care of my dad and Lydia. Tell them i love them" the last word almost silent with a large exhale as his body fell numb.
And then nothing.
Scott could not believe it, he put his hands on stiles' face shouting " no, no, no Stiles i need you, open your eyes , open your eyes, just hold on, please, STILES". Scott let out a grumbled howl or pain and sorrow as Lydia placed her arms around him. "He's gone"

Scott felt his best friend slipping through his fingers, it felt like his soul had been emptied from his body. They both sat back again the tunnel walls holding back the tears trying to process the events. They sat for minutes in silence, the frequent sob or sniffle that came from the heart.
Scott looked at Lydia, red faced, beaten, bruised and covered in blood and said "this is all my fault"