Ghost

17|| Stiles

With a severed connection to Stiles, Jersey decided to find Lydia. Jersey was hoping she could get Lydia's help on the matter of Stiles. She didn't want to believe that it was some disease that was making Stiles go crazy, it had to be something else, something darker.

Jersey appeared in a very pink bedroom, everything seemed to have a shade of pink or purple. Lydia laid motionless on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as music played through her headphones. 

"Lydia." Jersey made an attempt to get Lydia's attention. "Lydia!" Jersey called as she waved her hands around. Lydia didn't react in the slightest, almost like Jersey wasn't even there. 

Jersey mumbled to herself as she walked over to Lydia. She tried to focus her energy to her hands before attempting to grab Lydia's headphones cord. Jersey wrapped her ghastly hand around the white cord and yanked, the headphone were pulled from Lydia's ears and Jersey dropped them.

Lydia jolt up right, looking around the room, shocked. Jersey was oddly proud of herself, she only had to try once to do something so simple. 

"Lydia?" Jersey asked. Lydia's brow furrowed as she shifted forwards, so her legs were hanging off the side of the bed.

"Jersey?" Lydia's voice was barely above a whisper as she looked around the room.

Jersey sighed happily. "Thank god, i guess. Lydia i need your help to find Stiles." Jersey began.

Lydia's eyes widened. "Wait, Stiles is gone?"

Jersey nodded. "The lights went out in the hospital and when they came back on Stiles was gone. Scott and the others are looking for him but i don't know how well that's going." Jersey tried to explain.

"How long has he been missing? Does his dad know? Why can't you find him?" Lydia began to ask to many questions all at once.

"He's only been gone an hour and yeah his dad knows." Jersey said before flopping down beside Lydia. 

Lydia tensed slightly, she slowly looked towards her left arm, which was facing Jersey. The hairs on her pale arm stood up well goose bumps rose on her skin. Jersey scooted slightly away from Lydia, she had forgotten how cold she could be to people.

"Jersey, why can't you find Stiles? I thought you were always around him because he was your anchor." Lydia stated.  

"He is in a way, i guess. It's more like a connection between our minds or souls maybe. That's why i appear at his side when i come back from the Rift, and why i can find him anywhere, or at least that's what i think. There's no 'how to be a ghost' handbook." Jersey put together what she thought was what was happening between her and Stiles.

Lydia was silent for a moment as she processed everything. "I think i have an idea." Lydia muttered. Jersey watched as the redhead got up and walked over to her vanity. Lydia rummaged around in the drawers before pulling out a small framed drawing of a tree. It was something Stiles had had in his room. 

"What are you thinking?" Jersey asked as Lydia walked back over to the bed and placed the photo down. 

"You know how Scott and Isaac can find people through scent, well what if you can do something similar. Maybe if you're touching something of Stiles' it'll help you find his location." Lydia explained.

"It's a good idea but even if i could do that i doubt i'm strong enough to." Jersey sighed. Still she placed her hand on the framed photo. "I'll still give it a shot." 

Jersey closed her eyes concentrating on Stiles. Moments passed and nothing seemed to happen, which only made Jersey more frustrated. She was about to give up when the world faded away.

Jersey opened her eyes, almost expecting to be in the Rift but she wasn't. She stood in the track field at the school. Just down the track, standing under moonlight and shadows, was Stiles.

Something about him didn't seem right, his shoulders were tense and an almost arrogant feeling rolled off of him. Jersey slowly approached, she was glad that she made no sound as she walked.

Stiles was bent over something that looked almost like a blue duffel bag. He stopped what he was doing and slowly began to straighten up. Jersey stopped walking, she was only a few feet away from Stiles but that was fine by her.

"Jersey?" Stiles turned to face her. Though Stiles still looked like Stiles, he seemed different like an almost perfect recreation of himself. 

"Stiles, everyone's worried about you." Jersey spoke clearly but her voice still wavered with nerves. 

Stiles smiled slightly. "I don't know whats going on, i just woke up here with that." Stiles pointed towards the mystery bag. Jersey wanted to believe Stiles but she couldn't, it just didn't feel right.

"You need to get back to the hospital." Jersey stated. 

"I can't. I remember what i did there." Stiles looked down at the ground in shame. 

Jersey remembered seeing sparks outside the hospital before she had left to find Lydia, he must have been talking about that. "Then call Scott or your dad, hell just call everyone." Jersey offered. 

"I don't have my phone, it must still be at the hospital." Stiles began to walk closer to Jersey. She reluctantly stood still, unsure of how to react. Stiles stopped inches away from her, staring deep into her blue eyes.

"Stiles, something's wrong with you, more then just some illness." Jersey's voice became quieter. 

Stiles nodded. "I know and i think the others are catching on as well." His voice sounded like his own, yet sounded like someone else as well. 

"What do you mean?" Jersey asked. Stiles smirked, tilting his head slightly.

"No one told you about the Nogitsune?" Stiles shook his head with an amused smile. "A dark fox spirit that is possessing one of your dear friends." 

Jersey staggered away from Stiles. "You aren't Stiles." 

"Clever one aren't you? No Jersey I'm not Stiles." The Nogitsune closed the space in between Jersey and him. "But the others can't know that quite yet." The Nogitsune grabbed Jersey's arm with an iron fist.

Jersey gasped as sudden pain shot through her veins. She could feel Stiles hand on her arm, she could feel his figures pressing into the leather of her jacket, she could feel everything. 

The Nogitsune smiled as Jersey's figure began to fade. "I won't kill you just yet but i can't have you running around telling Lydia what you know."

Jersey's last sight before everything went black was Stiles' twisted, evil, smile.