The Past Saving.

*Chapter 15*

Stiles P.O.V

My breath hitched. The oni was closing in on Allison, I barely had a few seconds to move or else I won't make it. I felt it, I needed to be there.

I lightly brushed Lydia. Grabbing her face I looked into her worried eyes. "It's okay." I said standing up shaking. "It's okay."

Her face held confusion but I could tell She knew what was gonna happen. "Stiles. No. Please." Lydia begged. I smiled slightly. My body felt so tired, I felt like throwing up but yet I was starving.

I know it wasn't for food. But for darkness, strife, revenge, trickery. I was starving to be the nogitsune. I was starving to be done.

My other hand slid down to hers and held onto it tightly. I smiled slightly. "It's okay."

"S-Stiles?" Lydia cried grabbing onto me. I hugged back and kissed the top of her head.

I let go and stumbled with her, my feet refusing to move by themselves.

We ran until I could barely feel my feet. That was when Allison shot a Oni that was behind us. She gave a smile before shooting another getting ready to attack Isaac.

Suddenly it went to hell. Isaac was dying, Ethan and Aiden was too. Scott was struggling and Kira was fighting. We was all going to die soon.

Stumbling to Roscoe I grabbed a spare crossbow of Alli's and loaded it. Grabbing one arrow I looked at it squinting, it only stuns them and makes them either pissed off or poof away for a few moments.

"Stiles?" Lydia asked. She was terrified, she could feel the death all around us.

But so could I, staring at me was the lovely demon creature I've been seeing a lot lately. The skeleton almost reaper that I have been testing, taunting because I can save them.

But they aren't suppose to be saved. But neither was me and Scott. And yet we survived drowning, yet we survived so much.

Grabbing the silver tinted arrows I told Allison to make, I nocked one in and shot one in the head. The mask was broken and shattered into light.

"Lydia go find Scott." I hissed out leaning against the Roscoe. "I'm not leaving you!" Lydia said.
I looked at her and then at the crossbow. "I'll be okay. Go."

Lydia hesitated before nodding and running off. I bit my lip, right then and there I should have kissed her. I should have, why hadn't I when I was dying in her arms? When I felt myself losing consciousness, why hadn't I told her then?

It was different this time, I hadn't done that yet. I won't let myself do that. I won't let her go through that.

I swung my bat at the Oni them screeching unearthly noises from the silver. Grinning I turned towards my left and almost passed out.

"Allison!" I screamed as I saw her shoot Issac, and the Oni had lifted the god forsaken sword. Throwing the crossbow onto the ground I ran and pushed her out of the way, I wasn't gonna let her die tonight.

The reaper screamed and ran after me, the thing trying to grab the Oni's sword before it was too late. Turning I gave Allison a smile and a small wink before I felt a horrifying pain in my stomach.

Gasping I winced and looked down at my stomach, the sword had went straight through. Allison screamed and I saw Cora and Derek freeze as the Oni disappeared.

Letting out a ragged breath I felt my feet crumple and someone's soft hands hold onto me. Looking up I saw the face of Quil, her eyes was bloodshot and looked wild.

Behind her was Derek, he leaned down and took me out of her arms. "D-Derek." I gurgled.

"I can't take away your pain.." Derek said angrily flashing his yellow eyes.

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt." I gasped out looking at Allison who stood sobbing into Isaac's arms.

"Scarf boy and my huntress d-d-don't need to be so sad.. Izzy don't be so sad..." I said my head becoming fuzzy.

Allison suddenly went over and kissed my forehead. "You can't do this to me." Allison sobbed as Derek held onto me tighter.

"Go-go. Find Scott." I begged. I needed to see him one more time.

"I love you." Allison said and her voice sounded so soft, that maybe there so more meaning behind those three words. My smile never left my face as Allison ran off to find Lydia and Scott.

"I love you too.." I whispered into the dark night. Glancing at Derek I frowned.

I looked down and saw the pool of blood slowly seeping through his hands.

"They're not gonna come back and find me alive."

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Derek sobbed into Stiles chest, gripping onto him tighter. Allison and Chris ran into view, Chris with a first aid kit in hand.

Stiles face was peaceful and white as a dove, the only thing colored was his freckles and lightly red tinted lips from blood.

He looked happy. He looked too happy. Too happy for the world currently.

Scott stood staring at Stiles. Not a single word he spoke as Lydia broke down beside Quil sobbing.

Cora was shaking angrily and punching a wall, her phone now a shattered piece of glass. Scott was pale, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Chris was trying to get him to speak, to snap him out of it. But the only thing he could do was blink, mutter some incoherent words.

"Scott!" Chris yelled again shaking the young boys shoulder.

Scott looked at Chris. "He's gone. He's dead." He gasped out and he started to walk towards Stiles. Derek looked up at him and almost growled at him. How could he not of been there for him? In his last moments?

Scott suddenly broke down, screaming and crying and lashing out at anything possible. His claws had came out and his eyes had flashed as he sank to his knees in despair. Howling he sobbed as it suddenly started to rain. All the wolves let out a howl.

A howl back, a howl back too late for the lost pack member.

Derek slowly but surely put him in Scotts arms, letting him hold their Stiles. His Stiles. Scott held onto him, Stiles blood getting all over their shirts.

But they didn't care. They wanted him back. They would do anything for him to be back. They would fix this, fix this somehow.

But can we fix the mistakes we already made?