To Dwell In Nightmares and Dreams

The Wiltered Flower

As his anger died down and the past flames that had been lit settled. He slowly resumed his regular giant form. The more monster like features disappearing.

So this is what I become when something threatens or feels like it's threatening my realm? Stiles thought, he wasn't scared or weirded out, mainly curious.

He let his thoughts linger on this, blocking his thoughts on the council until he was back in the Mind District.

Only then he allow himself to think about the council.

He gritted his teeth as he thought about them.

He couldn't stop the fury building again as he thought about them.

Wolves...

Why was it when he wanted nothing more to do with them anymore that they kept on popping up in his life.

Why?

They reminded him of how he ended up here. How they just left him here.

Stiles scowled even more.

I though I'd gotten over their betrayal but whenever I see wolves, the pure anger and hatred it brings out in me, clearly not.

The fire of hate roared back into life as he thought about them.

He wondered what they would think of him if they saw him now.

I suppose Stiles thought darkly, I should give them a special thanks, without them abandoning me I never would have received this much power.

His hands clenched into fists, the anger running hot through his body.

That torture was all because of them.

After everything I did for them, after all the hard work I had to put in, trying to be accepted by them.

He still remembered their expressions.

Dam them.

Dam them all to hell.

Why do they still haunt him?

Why can't they just leave him alone?

Why is the rage he thought he'd managed to calm, so easily awakened?

Stiles barely registered what was going on around him. The rush of rage streaming through his body deafened him and blinded him.

Suddenly the only thing that he felt could calm his rage was seeing the pack on the floor, grovelling to his feet.

Darker images spurred his thoughts on.

Scott, lying on the ground, dead.

Derek, having his alpha power taken, Stiles was sure he could rip that power away with ease.

His hands closing around Derek's throat and squeezing.

Watching the wolves life slowly leave his eyes, slipping away.

The look of fear and shock in his eyes.

And Stiles would feel nothing but satisfaction.

He knew he would make them regret that day if they ever saw him again.

Half of him hoped he'd never lay eyes on them again.

Another darker part of him wanted to completely crush them and show of his power. Watch their expression twist with pain, shock and regret.

"Mieczyslaw!"

A voice got through his dark thoughts and silent rage.

He blinked a little as he recognised who was in front of him.

Madam Rucia?

"Mieczyslaw!" She shouted.

Reality hit him so hard he almost stumbled in shock.

The building was shaking, he was creaking loudly and he was sure the only reason it hadn't tumbled down was the magic holding it together. He could hear shouts from outside. He also noticed as he glanced at the window at how dark the sky had gotten, thunder clouds rolling above.

The wind had picked up so much outside that it was close to the strength of a hurricane.

He knew right away that he was responsible.

He'd gotten to lost in his rage and as he was the ruler of the realm, the realm had reacted to his anger.

Stiles let out a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

It didn't work at first.

The huge storm carried on outside and the ground shook beneath him.

Despite the damage, the power was addictive and heady, making him close his eyes for a couple of seconds.

He could feel it all, the storm raging outside, letting his roaring anger lose on the realm.

The ground shaking in frustration and pent up aggression he wanted to unleash upon the pack. 

But no, it wasn't the right time.

The people that this could be effecting didn't deserve this.

He needed to save it all, then unleash it when the time was right.

These thoughts and Madam Rucia's calm presence from right next to him, aloud him to shove the anger back deep down inside him.

Madam Rucia watched him closely, looking incredibly worried and troubled.

The ground was still trembling but the real earthquake had subsided...for now.

"Don't lose yourself to nightmares, before you can even dream Mieczyslaw"

"That doesn't even make any sense!"

"It does, in many different ways. You will learn that."

She then walked over to something, and picked it up. Showing it to Stiles.

He stared at it, unsure what he was meant to make out of it.

"Minutes ago, this flower was blooming. It was healthy but now, can you see?"

It was...dead. It had wilted, almost like the life had been sucked out of it.

He stared at it, now a flicker of unease spread through his body.

"Be careful Mieczyslaw, or your nightmares will already start to take root"

Hi! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm now going on a family holiday to Singapore, which I'm excited about :D I'll try and do one more today but I should be back on my regular schedule on the 2nd Dec. One every other day or one every day. Anyway way let me know what you think and I hope you had a great week!