Wavelength

Pretty Girl

I open my eyes slowly, my head pounding like someone had previously dropped 19 bricks on my head. The air is damp and the room is dark. I can barely see anything, but I can see the same dark figure from earlier sitting in a chair about 7 feet away from me. I try to move my hands but they are tied with a weird scratchy cloth. My mouth is also tied with the strange cloth. I struggle to rip out of it, but it feels like is is held together by some sort of supernatural force. The tall figure stands up from his chair and moves to A metal table that u can only see because of my wolf eyes. A small but bright light flicks on and shines into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. My wolf-like instincts grow stronger the more I struggle to escape the cloth.
     "You won't be able to escape, so do yourself a favor and save all that energy for later." The dark figure moves away from the table and steps into the light, much like he did when we were in Stiles' room. "You are so pretty, I'm shocked Stiles didn't make the move on you sooner. Oh wait, you never knew him." That's a lie because I was invited to one of Lydia's birthday parties and bumped into Stiles there. We talked for a while until his brother had pulled him aside and he told me that Stiles would talk to me later. That's the first official time Mitch ever talked to me. But we count out anniversary on the day of our sophomore year in university.
     I shake my head so violently l, that the cloth finally slips down my face and I take a deep breath, gasping for air.
     "I know that Stiles is dead. I know that you can't hurt him anymore." The Nogitsune smiles at me and laughs at my comment. Something is off.
     "My pretty girl, you're so hilarious. I love it when you make me laugh." He steps closer to me, putting his face inches from mine. His breath smells like death and sweat covers his body from head to toe. The bags around his eyes are still a strange shade of red and purple. I look into his eyes closely, and carefully for I don't want him to sense my fear. His eyes are the same shade of chocolate brown that Mitch's are. I let out a small, quiet sob. "What, do I remind you of someone?" He laughs a deep laugh. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. I growl at him, and he takes a few steps back. "You think you can scare me?" He says it quietly at first but then he starts to raise his voice. "YOU THINK YOU CAN SCARE ME!!! HAHAHAHAHA YOU THINK YOU'RE SO STRONG. YOU'RE NOTHING!!! NOTHING!!!" He leans in closer, our noses barely touching. "You're little boyfriend? Oh yeah, he's not coming to save you either." His breath is strong and thick against mine. He places one of his fingers on my chest. "You, oh you. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." He takes his finger off and backs up. A guttural laugh escapes his lips. The shadows engulf him as he walks away, leaving me in complete silence.