"Is everyone out?" Stiles coughed as he dragged Derek out of the room into the hallway.
"I've got one more!" Kira called as she dragged Ethan out of the room. Stiles scrambled as he quickly shut the door, preventing the wolfsbane from infecting the hallway. He leaned against the door, tired, confused and hurt. He coughed, clearing his lungs of the gas. He looked down at his pack. Lydia kneeled, trying to help the twins who were coughing up black blood. Allison stood over Scott, making sure he was able to breathe. Kira was checking Derek over who was close to being unconscious. Stiles's eyes drifted to Isaac who was curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth. Stiles walked over to him, sitting down. He pulled him into a hug, trying to calm him down. Isaac shook in his arms, trembling.
"Why would she do that?" Isaac asked, his voice shaking. Stiles pressed his lips in a straight line, his heart dark and heavy. Isaac sniffled, nuzzling his face into Stiles's shirt.
"Because its not her. Thats not Emma. It looks like her and talks like her but it is not her. Don't forget that" Stiles told him. He looked around as his were wolves began to recover. Derek was up, fully awake, discussing something with Kira. Lydia was helping the twins stand. Allison hugged Scott, and Isaac's nose stopped bleeding. Stiles realized as sudden shooting pain that was his hand. He looked down to realize it had been burnt when the wolfs bane bomb went off. Derek noticed quickly moving towards him to examen the injuries extent.
"Derek, what are we going to do now?" Scott asked, shaken by the whole situation. Derek thought for a moment before responding.
"Well first we are going to get Stiles to the hospital to get his hand checked" Derek said, helping Stiles to his feet. "And then we are going to find Emma and figure out a way to cure her"
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Emma sat up breathing heavily. She got up off the bed quickly, alarmed. As she looked around she realized where she was. She was in a hospital room. She vaguely remembered checking herself in, as herself, and then taking a nap. She blinked her eyes furiously, trying to get the slight glow that surrounded her to disappear. She heard a shuffling noise from behind her. She turned around quickly, catching sight of Void. As he crept around, she shuddered at the sight of his bandaged face and silver teeth. "You" she growled. He stopped when she spoke.
"Don't you mean us?" he asked, his voice difficult to understand. Emma's hands clenched into fists as she began to shake with rage.
"No I mean you" she replied, taking a brave step forward. He cocked his head at her, realizing that he had to conquer her mind now, while she was tired from the wolfsbane bomb he had forced her to set off earlier.
"Us" he repeated. "You remember giving Stiles that bomb don't you? You placed it right in his hand. You watched as it blew up your precious pack. We both did" he taunted. Emma clenched her eyes shut, again hoping this was all some kind of sick dream and soon she would wake up to be comforted by Stiles. "How about a deal? If you figure out my riddle, I won't kill them" he grumbled. Emma opened her eyes.
"Kill who?" her voice trembled. He took a shaky step forward.
"Your pack. Your friends. Anyone that ever meant something to you" he spat. She whimpered, tears slipping down her cheek.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" she pleaded. He began to pace around the room.
"What does everyone have, but no one can lose?" he asked. Emma wracked her mind but couldn't come up with anything.
"I don't know" she sniffled.
"What does everyone have, but no one can lose?" he repeated the question. Emma shook, tears streaming down her face, dripping onto her shirt.
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Just Breathe
FanficWhen the new girl arrives in Beacon Hills, she catches the pack's, more specifically Stiles', attention. As she builds relationships with the pack, enemies that she is oblivious to are building relationships too, which leaves Stiles with a tough cho...