Stiles' POV
I stare at my crime board. Pictures of a bloody crime scene are pinned with red strings connected to them. I sigh, tears running down my cheeks.
"Stiles?" I hear a sweet voice call out. I look over my shoulder. Lydia stands there. Her eyes are red and puffy. I wipe my eyes and greet her.
"Hey Lyds."
"It's ironic," she says. I give her a confused look. "You said that red means unsolved." I nod. "All the red strings are connected to a picture of Y/N," she says, her voice breaking. My eyes glass over again.
"I'm trying not to think about it like that," I tell her and she nods. She takes my hand and squeezes it in comfort. We stand like this for a moment.
"Stiles..." I turn to see Lydia. Her irises turn to an electric white.
"Lydia?"
"It hurts, Stiles..." she whispers. I look down to her abdomen, blood seeping through her shirt. She groans and falls to the floor. I stare at her in terror. What the hell? I bend down to check her pulse. None. Dead. I feel tears fall down my cheeks.
"How?" I whisper. I lift her shirt a bit to see the wound. Deep. Blood continuing to exit her body. I touch the blood with my pinkie finger. It's warm.
I stand up and suddenly I'm the middle of the forest. I gasp softly and pant a little. The moon shines brightly. I look at my finger. The blood still there, but it feels different. I see it moving... What the fuck is going on? It wraps itself around my finger and ties itself into a bow. I blink quickly. I look at it again. It's now string. My eyes follow the string to the floor. It continues down a trail. I start panting. I follow the string.
I walk for what it seems like hours. Following the red string. The scent of blood lingers in the air. Every step, pain radiates through my body. A type of stinging that's indescribable. My feet suddenly glue themselves to the earth. I grunt as I try to move. No luck. I pant more. The stinging somehow gets worse. I scream of the pain. Panting very heavily, I look up. A figure with its back facing me. I look at the figure's hair. I know that hair...
"Y/N!" I call out. Suddenly the pain strengthens, causing to scream even louder. I look down to see a bear trap attached to my foot, digging through muscle and possibly bone. I cry out. I look up to see the figure standing. I look the string continues and ends at their pinkie finger. The string seems to be a darker shade of red.
The figure slowly turns around to reveal themselves. I feel myself fall to the ground.
"Y/N..." barely leaves my lips. The pain is too much.
"Stiles!" I hear someone scream before passing out.
"Stiles!"
I wake up screaming, covered in sweat. I feel small arms wrapped around my waist. I grab onto whoever's holding me and turn to see Y/N.
"Stiles! It's ok!" she yells. I pant heavily as I hold onto her. I whimper.
"Y/N... you were... on my board... Lydia died... I was in the forest... It hurt so much... You... had a string tied to..." I grabbed her pinky and squeezed to reassure myself that she was there. "I did too... I couldn't reach you Y/N... touch you... even say your name without pain..." I break down into tears.
"Baby, it was all a dream. I'm here. I'm here," she whispers as she too silently cries. "There's a saying that soulmates have a string tied to their pinkie fingers to connect them. It could get knotted or stretched but never breaks. It is stained red with the blood of both beings and is cleaned to be pure white when they are together..." My heart begins to slow down as I hear my angel's voice. The string in my dream... She's my soulmate. I grab her pinkie with mine and kiss it.
"I like that you're my soulmate..."
