The Past Saving.

Chapter 23

Packing up, including my pillow, I had decided to go to Eichen house to make sure I still talk to Malia, still get with Malia.

Obviously I still loved her and everything had to be similar, I was seventeen, my priority was to marry Lydia someday not now as horrible as it sounds.

Talking to Scott before I went into Eichen house was a struggle.

"Deaton's got some ideas and Argent is calling people." Scott said.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I bit my lip. "Its only 72 hours."

"You don't know everything yet." Dad said looking at Scott.

"Scott I saw a MRI that looked exactly like my wife's.
It terrifies me."

"This was my decision Scott."

"If you guys don't find something, If I don't, make sure I don't get out."

Changing my words again aren't I?

"Scott I have a plan."
"Doing this isn't a plan Stiles. Its a suicide mission."
"I can't hurt you while I am in here." looking at Scott I felt his eyes hold understanding for a moment.
"But I can't help you!" Scott said grabbing my hand as I turned away from him.
Slowly I put a crumbled piece of paper in his hand. It explained everything, including how I wanted him to turn me before I let him in.
Walking away with my dad I began to wonder how well I will work with the situations I went through at seventeen. I have already changed words and who has died, what else will I change?

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It's the day I talked to Malia. I have avoided everyone, not talking to anyone also, observing everything. Something I chose not to do as much when I first came here.

I sit silently as I decided to get up and talk to Malia, which still resulted in getting punched in the face, dragged and given a syringe.
But this time it wasn't nightmares.

The suicide, the screams, nothing ever felt as if it was just a repeat, it all felt as terrifying as it once was before. Oliver, the b***÷ of the night. Meredith I didn't even dare glance at after the phone call, but yet she seemed to know my every move as she would mumble things as I walked by her.

Allison, help, dead, kitsune, nogitsune.  Those were the words she seemed to love.

I kept seeing the nogitsune in the corner of my eye, taunting me. I secretly was injecting myself more with Wolf Linchen, sneaking into Mrs Morrell's office. After telling her in group therapy quilt makes me nervous, she seems ten times more fascinated by me.

After the showering incident with Malia, which seemed less awkward than it use to be, I hadn't talked to her much but she seemed to follow me around more oddly.

I was in my room again and passed out as soon as I hit my hard, cold bed, exhausted for whats to come tomorrow night. But my eyes slipped shut.

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"Allison?
She stood there, wearily staring at me. "Stiles?" I turned and saw everyone.

Scott, Lydia, Aiden, Ethan, Derek, Laura, Quil, Cora.
Scott pointed at me, blood around his lips.
I looked down and saw blood on my hands, a puddle was in front of me. A puddle of blood, and the reflection of blue eyes.
-

"Rise and shine psycho. Breakfast." a guy yelled opening up my room.
Moaning I got up from the bed aching. My body ached for more sleep, but I knew I would not dare get anymore.

"Not too hungry from those drugs still in my system." I muttered getting up and passing by him, Malia walking immediately by my side. "Hey. Tough night?"
"Yeah. Tough night." First night of sleep in awhile. But the most unnerving motion in the dream.

Getting our breakfast and sitting down I was curious as to why Malia decided to sit with me now. What had I changed?

Messing with the eggs on my plate I thought about my dream. Will my plan work? Tonight was the night.
Malia was attacked by Oliver, his screaming where abouts, which led her to get the keys from Brunski.

Getting into the basement was graceful or going to be at least.

Malia and Oliver's fight still happened, so after getting drugged up from Brunski once again, isn't graceful. He hated my guts from the very beginning.

Falling asleep was never easy when you have the nogitsune in your head. Nightmares engulfed my mind in annoyance. The locker nightmare I remembered horribly, I wanted to be 10ft away from him. I never wanted to let him in.

Waking up, Malia found me.
"Hey..I broke the lock. I guess when I concentrate I can be pretty strong.." she said her cheeks a bit flustered.
I laughed a bit.
"There is another way into the basement. It's through the closed unit where-"
"Where they keep the real psychos." I finished for her.
She looked at me her eyebrows furrowed.
"Well yeah." she mumbled a bit confused that I knew what she was going to say.

Slowly but surely we made it to the basement. I saw and pointed out the symbol for self in Japanese. Shivers rained down my spine seeing it once again. 

Malia looked impressed almost. "Tell me more Stiles, please."
I looked at her taking her hand in my hands. "If you knew more. About me." flashbacks to the past few years of killings, of hunting, running. "You would never want to truly know me."

"I murdered my whole family. I promise not to judge."

I snorted. This is why I fell in love with her.

Fumbling around old documents with Malia, we discovered trephination  Oliver talked about earlier. Curling my lip slightly I put that away. Checking the time I began to pray silently that Scott would get here in time.

No he won't.

I shivered again, thinking how would they treat depression now if Eichen House still existed.  Thankfully at my age of 23, Eichen house is nonexistent now.

"Hey can you check the uh, lines on my back? See if they are fading?"
Malia grabbed onto my shirt peeling it upwards. "They're fading..fast actually."

I cursed silently scratching my neck. I was shivering, so cold. Grabbing Malia's hands I tried to warm my own. My lips brushed against hers and I crashed against her lips. She quickly pulled back after a minute and grinned. "I want to try something else."
She removes her shirt revealing a lace bra. My mouth gapes as I nod slowly taking my shirt off. Gripping her waist I tug against her bra, unclasping the thing. Grinning, I tugged on her lips and flipped her over on the couch smirking.

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Cuddling together on the couch Malia gets up going towards the wall. I grab her arm, "Don't" I begged as she shook her head laughing. "I'm just gonna see something. Relax."

She rapped her fist against the kanji self symbol, it echoing. Slowly I grabbed a pipe busting the wall open, the nogitsune in there.

"Thats him. The nogitsune." I grabbed a pipe and slammed it into the body. "I hope you know you are gonna die."
Grabbing a picture out of the pocket, Malia asked if I knew anyone in it. I shook my head. "One maybe."
I turned grabbing the pipe out of its chest, going to hit Oliver against the head. Knocking the syringe out of his hand I grabbed the pipe hitting his head again, him going completely unconscious. I glanced at my shoulder seeing the markings still there.

A howl echoed in the night, Scott's howl.

72 hours are up.