𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔰

Chapter 39

"How could you be so reckless?" Dr. S asked me. "You weren't getting anywhere." I told him. "And so you took it upon yourself. And how did that go?" He asked. "Not well." I answered. "Yeah? Well, I have it under control, Stiles." He shouted. "Oh really?" I asked him walking to his desk and pulling out bottles of alcohol. "Then you want to explain this? Or this? Or anything else that would explain your utter lack of progress?!" I shouted back. "I am grieving, Stiles. And maybe you and your sister should try that sometime instead of pushing everyone away." He argued. I scoffed. "Look, I am trying to protect you. That thing is a master manipulator. It resurrected my fiancée, your dead mother, it raised a cemetery of zombies and it brought back Rafael's dead girlfriend, and your murderous 1,000-year-old father, so let's just talk about the ways in which it could torment you, starting with your dead mother, ending with your father, and how about all the ghosts of all the people that you killed in between, huh? the demons that haunt your soul and mind. Wanting to take control of you and when you die, they will turn you into a heartless bloodthirsty Ripper that will stop at nothing to quench your insatiable thirst for human blood. I can't believe you'd do this." He raged. Tears streamed down my face. "Don't do that. You don't like that I broke your rules as a headmaster? Fine, punish me. But don't you dare play disappointed dad, because you are not my father." I snarled getting in his face. "Oh, I know that." He said as I walked away. "And where are you going?" He asked. "To finish what I started." I answered opening the door. "Like hell you are." He stated. I turned around. "Watch me. Cloditay." I snapped waving my hands. The doors slammed shut between us, locking immediately. "Stiles!" He yelled from behind the door. He jiggled the door knob. "Stiles!" He shouted again. I stormed down the hall oblivious to the glowing orange eyes, flames sparking off my shoulders, smoky tendrils emanating off my arms, and the multiple flaming tails that flicked and swished behind me. I received stares from everyone. "Either you stop staring or...I'm gonna lose it. And you won't like how it ends." I threatened pausing in the middle of the den. Everyone scurried away from me as quickly as possible. 

I entered the cell room to find Necromancer rubbing the back of his neck. "Your father sure is creative when it comes to murder, isn't he? Back for more?" He asked looking up at me. "I'm in no mood for your games. How long do I have?" I snarled. "Well...what do we have here? Are the beasts inside on edge? Hmm? Wanting control?" He asked with a smirk. I slammed a hand onto the metal cage. "Answer...the question." I said when I heard a sizzling sound. I looked at my left hand to see it enveloped in flames and starting to melt the bars of the cage. "Ooh. You're gaining more and more powers every day and you don't know how to contain them. Or control them without becoming tired. Be honest with yourself. It's exhausting trying to control your unstable powers. It must be..since you're possessed by two immensely powerful demon foxes. Not to mention the raging fiery powerhouse from Hell." Necromancer rambled. "You get tired just trying to control just your emotions. After all, you are also a Hybrid of a werewolf and vampire. Two creatures that have amplified emotions from the get-go. Add a bit of Mikaelson witch, a vengeful and rage-inducing Hellhound, a manipulative demon fox that gets a kick out of feeding off of pain and chaos. Add the other fox into the equation, mix it all up and you get a walking ticking time bomb waiting to explode like a nuclear reactor." Necromancer explained. "Nevertheless, I can help you with that. You want to know how to control it all?" He asked me. "Stop fighting it. When has fighting something ever gone the way you wanted it to? Huh? It didn't work out for your family, your sister, or you. What makes you think that you could control what's inside you? Hope? Faith? Because believe me, Mikaelson...those won't get you very far." He said with a snarl walking to me in the cell. "Want to control the beasts? You have to give it what it wants." He stated vaguely. "And what do they want?" I asked. "Isn't it obvious? They want to control you. You are their vessel. If you keep fighting them...they'll make your already miserable little life...more miserable." He said. I squinted my eyes. "Kitsunes happen to be one of the most intelligent supernatural creatures in existence...I happen to have two in me. So...I'm sure I can find a way to kill you...permanently." I stated. His smirk disappeared. "Yeah...So keep talking to me like that smartass. See where that gets you." I said my vision flashing a brief purple and orange. "Malivore...isn't that what you wanted to talk about?" He asked. "What do you know about it?" I asked. "Well. When I was killed...I awoke in blackness with that knife in my chest." He explained. "The knife?" I asked widening my eyes. "Exactly. Ironic how the thing that felled me is the very thing that I'm searching for. Well...not anymore. I was stalling you when you were trapped inside my mind. I know that the knife is with Dorian. I was stalling you then just as I am stalling you now. The knife is a lock that unlocks Malivore to release a scourge of all supernaturals. Including you and your beloved sister. Now amount of power inside you can keep you from being sucked into Malivore. Your father himself wouldn't be able to prevent it." He said. "What? Oh god!" I exclaimed getting to a conclusion becoming wide-eyed. He chuckled as the room rumbled around us. "The knife is destroyed. Meaning one lock is gone. And I...am set free." He said before disappearing in a blink of an eye. I leaned against the cage grabbing the bars before releasing them and backing away in tears. I messed up. "Damn it!" I shouted overcome with rage slamming a foot into the cage door. The door flew inside before I headed upstairs.