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Control

I have just noticed, doesn't (Void) Stiles' evil laugh when he's paralyzed, sounds like Jerome Valeski's ( Is that how you spell it? ) laugh in the interrogation room? ._. I don't know, many people have said he would be a GREAT joker. And i agree ^^

Stiles tip-toed into Derek and Peter's loft, carefully closing the door behind him. Peter's voice pretty much gave him a heart attack, " Possessed again are we? Void Stiles. " he smirked as he leaned against a pillar- arms crossed.
" Don't call me that. " Stiles snapped back.
" Oh sorry. Hey, bit too feisty, kid. " Stiles huffed and flung himself down on the sofa, the sunset blinding him.
" You came. Bit too early. " Derek said, his gaze drifting to the new antique clock on the pillar.
" Eh, I don't care. "
" Hm, Peter? "
" Yup, Derek? "
" Mind punching him? " Derek tilted his head to the skinny, defenceless looking Stiles.
" Pleasure. "
Before Stiles could react, he felt the cold bony punch land on his face- temporarily breaking his nose.
" What. The hell. Is wrong. With you?! " Stiles held his nose and rose to his feet.
" Again. " Derek ordered.
This time, Stiles caught the werewolf's fist and twisted it. Screaming in pain, Peter's sapphire-blue wolf eyes shone. Before he knew it, Stiles was thrown at the pillar. Yelling in agony, the teenager's eyes went ' fox '.  They glowed a flaming orange. Peter, who was examining his hand, then turned to Stiles. A smirk answered Peter's gaze. " Derek, he's gonna be a tough one. That's for sure. "
" Mhm. " Derek answered and sat down, watching the battle closely.
" Stiles! Use your anchor! " The werewolf demanded. But Stiles was too into the fight to listen. Peter unsheathed his claws and slashed at the teenager. He just dodged. Deep inside, he knew he had to fight the urge to battle but, he just couldn't fight the unknown anger deep within. Not giving one, Stiles snarled animalistically and let his long canines form. Peter bared his fangs and leaped at Stiles, attempting to dig his claws into his shoulders. Stiles simply grabbed him and flung him at the pillar behind him. Grinning, the possessed teenager pinned the werewolf with his foot. His long black claws unsheating. He slashed Peter's face then let his grip loosen. Stiles then turned to Derek, his face splattered with blood. " What now? " He said evilly. Peter snarled beneath Stiles, and then grabbed his leg- digging his teeth and claws in his calf in the process. The teenager fell to the floor and shrieked in pain. " Break it up! Stiles! I see you have no chance of controlling this darkness! " Derek yelled, his eyes now glowing the same sapphire-blue.
" What are you gonna do? Kill me? " Stiles laughed in insanity. " No chance, I see now you've changed. You just a big fluffy puppy. " The last sentence was full of mocking.
" Stiles! Think of your mum! "
The teenager looked down. His claws and fangs retracting. He then looked up, his eyes fading to brown. A tear rolled down his cheek. Peter let his teeth and claws sheathe then he sat up, his face already healed. Stiles looked down at his hands, his fingers especially coated in werewolf blood. Without thinking, Stiles unsheated his claws. " Stiles? " Derek leaned closer to the 17 year old. " What are you doing? "
" Something I should have done ages ago... "

Stiles slashed at his face, then his claws runned down to his throat.

He fell to the floor. Unconcious