It's All In Your Mind

14

The jar felt cool in his hands, when he lifted it up.

Last time he had seen it, he had happily given it over to Deaton and let him hide it far from his sight. Right now, he was holding the same wooden container and could only laugh at the irony of Deaton hiding it beside a jar of dead flies.

Some part of him screamed at him to let it be, to put it back and ran as far away as possible. The rest didn't really want to do that.

So here he was. God, something must have been really wrong with him.

In the end, it was the loneliness that got him. He told himself he'll ride to some nearby city. But after few kilometers, he realized he couldn't do it. He missed his companion too much.

So he came back. He couldn't stand losing the demon, so he had to get him back, at least in some way.

So here he was. Standing in Deaton's lab, holding the same jar he swore to never open.

The firefly inside was buzzing with curiosity, restlessly flying around.

This would either turn out to be the worst or the best decision of his life. Stiles knew that it certainly wasn't smart.

But God... he was just so tired. So tired of everyone looked down on him. So tired of their falseness, the loneliness, the hurt. He was just tired. Of basically everything around him. And with his demon leaving him... he really had no one.

But Nogitsune, even if he was a tremendous bastard, remembered him. There was a lot of terrible things the fox had done to him. But Stiles could also clearly remember how Nogitsune tried to convince him to join him.

The fox tried to get him on his side. At the start. But then Stiles said no and that bastard just possessed him.

Yeah.

The point of all of this? Well... as absurd as it sounded, maybe Nogitsune actually wanted him (And wasn't it sad, that he'd be the first?).

And his Nogitsune had been right. Again. Because even if it was hard to admit to himself, he did want revenge. The Pack had treated him horribly. Well, maybe except for Liam. Liam was a cool kid; they just weren't that close...

Was he wrong for wanting that? For wanting to open that jar, to let the thousand-year-old demon free? Was it wrong, that he wanted to join him?

Probably.

But Stiles had literally no one to stop him.

He grabbed the lid. And before he could second-guess his decision any longer, he opened the jar.

The little firefly flied out and above the container. It flashed a few times. And Stiles watched as it slowly dissolved into black smoke.

The atmosphere in the room changed. Almost as if someone prolonged the shadows, bringing even more darkness into the moon lighted room. Cold breeze swept over him and Stiles shivered.

Someone was standing behind him. He didn't dare turn around. Or even move.

"Well aren't you something?"

His voice was smoother than anything Stiles could ever produce. It sounded like him, but also not.

The demon walked closer to him. "What would your friends think if they knew what you're doing? Oh wait..." Nogitsune trailed off.

Stiles gritted his teeth. He turned around.

Nogitsune was different than the one that had followed him around the past year. He looked like Stiles. But his eyes were a lot more bloodshot. His skin was white as snow. And he certainly looked a lot more menacing that anything his mind could have ever come up with.

He expected the Kitsune to start mocking him. But Nogitsune was looking at him with calculation in his eyes, not amusement.

"So much had happened since we last saw each other." He commented.

It felt like if he was reading Stiles like an open book. Which he probably was, since he could read minds. Well...

"It seem so." Stiles' voice sounded rough. Speaking was harder than before.

Nogitsune tilted his head to one side. Then a slow smile spread across his lips.

"Oh Stiles... we're going to have so much fun."