The Past Saving.

Chapter 27

"Stiles?"

"Stiles?"

My eyes opened to a women who oddly looked like me. 

The brown eyes, freckles and tiny moles. Her eyes shined almost gold with this beauty of, content and almost sadness.

She looked so familiar, her body language leaning towards me as if we were close.

Suddenly it hit me with a correlation of memories, she was my mother.

"Mom?" I whispered, squinting my eyes from the sun.

I sat up to see her the same age she was when she died. But she looked healthy, and alive.

She embraced me tightly as I slowly hugged back, she wore a white sundress. As I looked around more we seemed to be on a beach, and I was wearing a white button up and black jeans.

"Mom? Am I dead?" I questioned holding onto her tightly as she did the same. God. I failed.

She looked at me without a trace of words.

"I failed mom...
I didn't save Allison."

"Shhhhh.." she rubbed my back as I rambled in anger.

"You have to believe in yourself more Mischief."

"How can you say that?" I looked at her, softly stroking her face. She looked, so peaceful. And not angry like I last remembered her to be as she gor sicker.

"I failed you. I failed Allison." 

"You didn't achieve fully, Mischief. That's all. You never let me down." 

Lights fluttered around us, the sun flickering on and off.

Suddenly black fog started to come from the ocean.

"I'm running out of time Stiles." She looked worried, nervous now.

"What's going on?" I sparked my hands surrounding us in mountain ash with what was on the ground.

"Death is after us. He is horrid. He wants chaos, death. He wants the Nogitsune. He wants your past. Because you saved many, he is pissed." 

I blanched at her, I felt a cool sweat trickle down my neck hearing the Nogitsune practically laugh in the back of my mind. 

In the black fog was a hooded person, black cloak that was swishing in the fog like it was a part of it.  Hissing hell hounds followed the hooded person, thousands following the person.

It was as if suddenly they came straight from Hell, ready to attack like a army in the night.

"But you must let go. And start a new. You can start at the same moment. But you will be highly injured. "

I didn't understand what she meant.  I didn't understand any of this.

"Mom? Slow down, please!" I grabbed her arm as she began to frantically build up walls of mountain ash around us.

 The army was getting closer, fire now falling from the sky.

A crack was in the sky as well, the fire leaking from it.

  "You died Stiles, you are edging into Purgatory. I came here to help you. To bring you back because you are still fighting. You can wake up. You haven't been lifted yet to heaven."

I'm not fully dead yet?

"I am a Spark Stiles, I gave you this power through my blood. I will help you when I can, Stiles we can connect with the Nemeton. But I can't promise I will always be there. When I rift like this, it really does start a rift. Hell wants you, so does Heaven. And I was sent to get you away from both, to get you back on earth. " 

"You have another chance. Deaton did this for a reason Stiles. He gave you two chances. And you have only a few minutes left before you lose one. You will be hunted by many."

She lifted a hand up, white light in her palm.

"There will be a army coming to Beacon Hills, to take you back and the rest of the town. Worst than anything you have ever seen. It will come as soon as the Nogitsune is trapped. Use it to your advantage, love." 

I felt tears sting my eyes. This felt impossible, this seemed impossible.

She grabbed me and hugged me tight lifting me up in her arms slightly from the ground.

"I give you my power, the unearthly kind will stay with me but earthly will go with you." Her hand wrapped around my arm as sizzling pain seized my body. 

Screaming I thrashed around as the black fog surrounded the mountain ash walls banging hard on them as if it was alive.

Fists curved with faces screaming, their mouths opening with red fire inside.

The shield started to break, cracks as smoke started to surround us both. I started screaming louder trying to breathe as my body was on fire and now I felt my lungs burning breathing in the smoke.

"Sleep tight Mischief. For you will rise again."

Suddenly it all went black.