In This Together ▷ Stilinski

Chapter 41. Using the Word Werewolf in Public

My world was crashing down around me. I had no idea what I was going to do with trying to save Stiles. It’s pretty much out of my control at this point. There is a barrier in my mind— a barrier that Noshiko put there, and until that barrier is broken the Nogitsune isn’t going to leave Stiles alone. 

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I struggled in the restraints on the wheelchair. Malia still hasn’t woken up, and Stiles has been gone for God knows how long. The basement was still dark, so I assumed the sun wasn’t out— thanks to the holes in the ceiling from the outside.

I figured that she would be strong enough to break the restraints when she came to and the Haldol wore off. I let my head fall back against the wheelchair, I was exhausted. Physically and mentally. 

This whole situation is just a big mess. Stiles was never the one that the Nogitsune wanted. He just took him because he was the closest thing to me— it was either him or Scott, and I guess Stiles was easier to control. With Scott being a werewolf I don’t see how a fox could take control of him. 

Oh, how the hell should I know? None of this makes a damn bit of sense to me at all.

I just want to get out of here so I could find Stiles, so I can help him— save him, even. I know that the only way I will be able to save him is if I give myself up, and that the moment I do… the Nogitsune is going to use me to cause more chaos. 

But this is Stiles. 

He’s not just some guy. He’s not a silly high school boyfriend who isn’t going to mean a damn thing in four years. I love him. I love him with every fiber of my being and it’s because of that love, that I am not going to let him be consumed by this darkness. I’m not going to let him die because of me. 

“Oh, my head,” Malia groaned from beside me. 

I glanced over at her quickly, her eyes were squinted as she realized that her limbs were strapped down. The Haldol still had a grip on her because she was barely moving, “What happened?” 

“A very, very long story. Can you break through the straps? We’ve kind of been down here for a few hours and they’re probably looking for us.” I stressed. I doubt they would check for us in the basement but who knows. 

Malia winced as she attempted to lift her arm, “What did Oliver give me?” 

“Haldol,” I sighed, “the same shit that Brunski gave Stiles and I earlier. It’s a bitch to wake up from.”

She chuckled dryly, “I’ve noticed.” 

Her eyes roamed around the room. Oliver was still passed out on the floor by the chair that Stiles had been in, the drill a few feet from his hands. I could see the pharmaceutical haze in her vision from over here, and I knew it was going to take her a while to recover.

I let out another sigh and let my eyelids close. It was a relief to not have to look at anything in this god awful basement. If I wasn’t so afraid of what I would dream about, I would take a nap and try to rid myself of this exhaustion.

Everything is falling apart. I thought that maybe, just once, if I did something— if I tried to help and not tell anyone about it, then maybe it would work. Maybe I could save everyone and not lose anything in the process. 

I had been so wrong. 

Stiles is gone, and who knows for how long. And when he gets back, I’m going to be gone. The Nogitsune is going to take me and more than likely run very far away from Beacon Hills. To a place where not a single person knows who I am, so he can use me to start his never-ending conquest of destroying everything that’s good in the world.