Chaos • TW [2]

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Rose lie unconscious on the hospital bed, her ears still ringing from the previous events.

Everything that took place was a complete blur to her. It was all fuzzy- like static. But she remembered Derek's pleading and worried eyes looking down at her as they rolled her through the hospital hallways on a gurney. His hand firmly held hers as he took her pain as they rushed down the hallways.

He was begging her to keep her eyes open but she was becoming so tired, so weak that she finally submerged into the darkness.

She'd been asleep for hours in the dimly lit room. Her body was fighting to heal, while she tried to rest.

He looked down at her, holding onto her hand gently as she slept. He wondered what was going through her mind, but more importantly how to get into it. He wanted to get in under her skin and use her for his own sadistic ways.

Rose slowly began to open her eyes, the room becoming clearer as she blinked a few times. She looked to her right, immediately noticing Stiles sitting beside her.

"Hey," he whispered as she sat up slowly.

She winced at the pain.

"Woah, careful Rosie." He told her, noticing that she was moving way too fast for someone that almost died from electric shock.

"Stiles," she spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, "Wh-What are you doing here? Everybody has been looking for you. Does Scott know where you are?"

"Yeah, yeah...everything's fine."

Rose looked at Stiles skeptically. There was something off with him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something felt wrong.

Stiles noticed the girl eyeing him suspiciously, but tried to ignore it.

"Except for one thing." She stated.

"And what's that?" Stiles asked innocently, still playing this act.

Rose shook her head and pulled her hand out of his grasp as she looked at this stranger in front of her, "You're not Stiles."

The nogistune sighed, dropping his head slightly.

"You're a clever one...reading people comes easily to you doesn't it?" He let out another deep sigh and continued, "Now Rose, I knew you were powerful, but I didn't know how powerful you were. I can feel it radiating off of you."

"Bring Stiles back." She demanded, ignoring everything that he was saying to her.

"No can do, little dove." He gave her a sinister smirk.

"Get out." She told him darkly. "Before I kill you."

The nogistune made a tsk noise with his tongue clicking the roof of his mouth and shook his head. "I would be careful what you say or do, dear Rosie." He then leaned in closer to her, "You kill me, you kill Stiles."

Rose stiffened and then asked, "Why are you here? What do you want?"

"What do I want?" He repeated, "I want power. And you, my dear Rosie, possess a lot of it."

"Get out." Rose said again, this time more firmly.

He let out a disappointed sigh and stood from the chair. He walked toward that door as he said condescendingly, "Think about it, Rose. We would make a great team."

He then turned back around one last time, looking her dead in the eye and said in a threatening tone, "And if you tell anyone that I was here, I will kill you."