Here Comes Goodbye.

Part 2, Stiles.

Stiles' hands clenched the bedsheet, his head turning back and forth against his pillow. Eyes closed tight, panic washed over his face. "Leave us alone." He mumbled repeatedly along with "no, no, no." He tossed and turned as he fought the nightmare playing as he tried to sleep. The Nogitsune is still alive in his body and thrashing around Beacon Hills with the Oni as his minions. Allison is dead, and the guilt is eating Stiles alive.

"We're going to kill them all," Void Stiles spoke devilishly. "And then we're going to kill you." They're in the white warehouse. The same place he, Scott and Allison woke up in when they sacrificed themselves to find the Nematon and save their parents.

Sweat beaded at the nape of Stiles' neck as his evil doppelganger approached him with a malicious grin. "We're winning, Stiles, and no one can stop it from happening."

"My friends. My friends will stop you." Stiles tried to argue, trying to convince himself of that statement as well.

Void Stiles laughed wickedly, "your friends? Like Allison? Oh, but wait."

Stiles drew in a shaky breath as he blinked away the tears brimming his eyes. He had no argument to that. Allison was dead. She died trying to save him and Lydia. He couldn't change that. Now, he worried the rest of his friends would die trying to save him as well.

"What do you want? Why can't you just leave us alone?"

"You already know the answer to that, Stiles." Void Stiles got right up in Stiles' face. "Chaos, strife and pain. That is what I live for. I eat what you all feel." That evil grin appeared on his face again, "and I'm insatiable," he growled.

"You might want to get that checked out at some point." Stiles retorted, mustering up all the sarcasm he could.

The mockery only seemed to piss the Nogitsune off even more. He grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and glared into his eyes. "You think you're funny, huh?"

"Yeah, I like to think so sometimes." Stiles was still trying not to let the Nogitsune get to him anymore.

"Well, how funny do you think your friends will find it when your body and the Oni start killing everyone in their path?" The Nogitsune taunted Stiles as he walked circles around him. "One. By. One." Stiles' breathing was heavy and shaken. Silent tears spilled from his eyes and mixed with the sweat. "We've already taken Allison. Who should be next?" The Nogitsune pretended to think, "The twins? Although, I do like them. Maybe Isaac and Kira. Or Argent? He has no one left, might as well kill him next."

Stiles tried to calm himself. "Derek and Peter? Let them fight to the death." The Nogitsune continued as if he was seriously considering which one to kill next. "We'll kill them first, then get to the important people. Like your best friend, Scott."

"Scott can kill you." Stiles responded through gritted teeth.

"But without killing his best friend? I don't think so." Void Stiles argued with an evil laugh. "Actually, we should probably start with the banshee who predicts death." He got right up in Stiles' ear and whispered, "Lydia."

Stiles' whole body started to shake in anger. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at Lydia's name coming out of the Nogitsune's mouth. "Shut up." This wasn't a game to him. This was his life. His family.

"Let's not forget our dear ole dad. How will it feel, Stiles? To watch both your parents die in front of you?" Void Stiles goaded. He looked Stiles dead in the eye again. "And it's all. Your. Fault."

"SHUT UP!" Stiles yelled, angry tears spilling out of his eyes as he closed them tight. "This is just a nightmare, Stiles. It's just a nightmare. Wake up. WAKE UP, STILES!"