Derek's P.O.V.
"So your saying Stiles isn't in Eichen?" My voice evident of blunt frustration. "Not to my knowledge, I got a call this morning saying that he's missing." His father explains standing at the entrance of my appartment in his usual Sheriff's uniform. How the hell does a kid go "missing" in a mental instatution? Pacing back and forth I can only think about where my sister could be and in what condition. It's clear the Nogitsune has taken over Stiles because without that kind of power there is no way he would be able to escape a place that took Cassidy eight years. "Alright, thanks for telling me." I say looking up from my pacing as he just simply nods seeing how he in more ways then one understands the state I'm in at this point.
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Deaton, Peter and I enter the psych ward to sign out my sister... If she's even still here. Deaton has to come as her primary doctor seeing he's going to use the excuse that her health is at risk in this eviroment. Passing the dusty dim lit entrance we make our way up to the front desk with stearn faces... As usual.
The bald, monotone, sickly pale looking man "greets" us in the most stomach turning robotic voice. As if his personality has been sucked into a vaccum. "Welcome to Eichen House Mental Health Institution. How can I pleasure you today?" Looking between eachother with the same uuntrusting thoughts, Peter speaks up. "I'm here to sign out Cassidy Hale." He says demanding as the man seems to type something into the computer before looking back up at us. "I'm sorry but it seems as if that's request is not accomidable at this time." Glaring at the man now I can feel my body begin to shake with anger. "As her legal guardian I believe I have the say in what is and isn't accomidable." Peter smirks as the man's straight face makes no change in appearance. "It seems the patient your hoping to release is in a state of lock in." He says as if that's the most casual information to share to a family. "What the hell does that mean?" I somewhat shout to the man, which would usually cause someone to jump, but he just slowly tilts his head towards me. "Due to a recent change of health in the patient, we find it best to keep her within the medical unit until her health returns." He says as I can feel my jaw cleanch and claws retract into my fist.
As Peter begins to grow irritated Deaton interrupts. Pulling out his medical and licence and showing the man he speaks up. "As her primary health professional I have all rights to sign her out with the sentencing that her health is at danger in this facility." He commands while also showing him a copy of the contract I had signed with admitting her into the institution with certain things highlighted to back up his rights. As the bald mans jaw clenches in aggrivation he takes a breath in before picking up the phone and paging a few random numbers before repeating my sisters name over the intercom.
It's been about five- six miutes with no sign of her as we sit in the dirty makeshift waiting room. No wonder the people here never get out... Going into a place this unsanitary is bound to only make them go crazier. My hearing catches the sound of... Wheels?
Doors opening reveals my sister's body reclined onto a hospital bed type cart unconcious. Immediatly surrounding the cart I see Peter push the away the male nurse a bit- unnaturally hard. "What the hell did you people do to her?" I ask immediatly pinning another male nurse against the wall by the collar of his shirt. "Mr. Hale we found your sister inconcious in the lowest, restricted, level of the building three nights ago." The doctor looking man says as he comes out of the same doors my sister was just pushed through. "Some tests were to be done, but it seems you've decided to take the matters into your own hands..." He explains in an accusing type tone as I drop the nurse back onto the floor then picking up my sister's limp body into my arms. Her lips are chapped and cracked as her face has lost much color, along with the rest of her body.
"We'll take it from here." I hear Deaton explain signing off on the last of her release papers as I'm already half way out the door inraged.
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Five days since Stiles escaped. The Nogitsune lured us to my loft yesterday only to found out that yet again it's only for his own selfish reasoning. I'll admit seeing Stiles that powerful is quite unnerving. My back hasn't healed seeing I was cut with one of the Oni's swords.
I'm staring at the chess the board not making any sense of the situation. It's obvious he has some sort of contact with Cassidy as he was no surprised by her absence to the scene like he was Scott's.
"What the hell are you doing?" I hear Peter ask as he enters watching me stare down at the board. Shaking my head slightly I try to draw away from my stressful previous thoughts. "Trying to figure out this game Stiles' seems to be playing." Hearing a muffled laugh I look over to him ad he shakes his head at me. Something he used to do when were kids and I had said something stupid or ridiculous. "This is he kind of spirit that's lived too long to play by human rules. It's a fox spirit that chose to become human and supposedly that's something they can do only after about a hundred years." He informs me as I lean back away from the game seeing no point in it anymore. Grabbing his keys he speaks again before leaving the loft. "By the way Derek... Chess is Stiles' game- Not the game of a Japanese fox.
It's getting late and I can only think of another day passing without answers.
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Cassidy's P.O.V.
It's like I can see everything going on. Flashes of my sisters claws being shown to Chris by my brother pass by. Other scenes of Stiles tied up with duct tape over his mouth show themselves with sights mixed in with Allison and Kira fighting off Issac and the twins.
I know I'm unconcious. But there's no way for me to escape it... Or "wakeup" in that sense. Thoughts thrash around my mind as different scenes and images of current situations show themselves. How the hell do I know all of this? What is going on with me right now?
...Am I dead?
"You're certainly not dead little Hale." A chilling voice says to me as if whispering into my ear. Everything is black in my mind however, so I can't exactly make out any faces or objects. "You're well on your way down that road, however." He speaks again, this time I can practically feel the lops touching my ear causing a bad sense of urgency to fill me.
As if having an out of body experiance I can see my body lying on a metal table in Deaton's veterinary office with IV's attached to my arms. Then looking closer in the dark room I can see the form of a body leaning into my ear whispering to me. Not any body, Stiles' body... But surely not Stiles'. Seeing him lean in again to whisper to me I hear the chilling voice directly in my ear. "You are quite beautiful young Hale... Much like your mother." He days as I try my hardest to do anything to move my body away from him, yet nothing seems to make a difference.
"Sweet dreams my Cassidy Hale, for I have quite the day planned for you."
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sicker then your average | s.s.
Werewolf"Like Derek and Paige all over again..." ----------- If I told you Peter Hale actually did something selfless for once... Would you believe me for even a second? Well, Derek didn't either. That is until Cassidy shows up at his doorstep eight years...
