The Darkness: 4

Part 22

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Oliver

Oliver had paced himself around the centerpiece that Felicity rebuilt with the lair while still being able to balance out her time in the company. The elevator doors opened and Lance angrily walked in.

"My daughter's alive?" He asked with an exhale. "Look," Felicity said, showing him the lair's footage. "She alive," she repeated. "But that's not Laurel," Derek said. "That's Laurel," he pointed at the screen and he shook his head. "Did she come back possessed?" "No dad, she's Oni," Sara told him. "The Japanese ninja that marked you." "She's a ghost," he understood. "She's a ghost."

"My daughter too," Argent said. "She's back." "But on their way out, they took Kira," Scott pointed out. "For what?" Malia asked. "To get the foxtails," Derek thought. "She already has Oni, why would she need more?" Stiles asked. "Question," Peter began, "how did she resurrect the two?" "Lydia sees dead people, she probably made them real using the firefly of the Oni," Theo answered which slightly made sense.

"Let's just focus on finding Kira," Scott told them. "What about my son," Oliver pitched, "William." "Do you have any clothes to catch a scent?" Malia asked him. "I can get one. His mother is probably freaking out."

He turned, glancing at Felicity, "Get her number and give the location of the lair and to come." The elevator doors opened and Kira limped in.

"Kira," Malia rushed over, catching her. Scott grabbed a chair and Malia set her down to let her heal. "What happened?" Peter asked and Scott eyed him to quiet. "A bolt of lightning," she whispered frantically as her body crackled electricity. "Lightning." Her body fell out the chair and Malia caught her again, carrying her to the couch.

"What does that mean?" Oliver asked. "French Noshiko taught Rhys," Scott said. "But what does it have to do with us?" "Taunting," Stiles spoke up, "taunting of the love life." "I have no idea," Argent mumbled. "Me neither," Derek agreed.

The elevator opened and Oliver glanced to see the old but familiar face walk in. "Who's she?" Peter asked bluntly. "Where's William?" Samantha snapped. "Oh, the mother," Peter snickered. "Samantha it's going to be okay," he told her. "It's not good to lie to a mother who has a missing child," Peter pointed out. "Missing?!" She exclaimed. "Where is he?"

"I don't know, ask the so-called Claudia Stilinski," Stiles spread his lips. "You should probably background check your nannies." "What's her name?" She asked confusedly. "Lydia Martin. Short, strawberry blonde, who's possessed by a nogitsune," Malia listed and Samantha nodded. "She used my mother's name to spite me," Stiles told her.

"What do you mean she's possessed?" She asked. "A thousand-year-old evil fox spirit," Stiles said. "And she kidnapped William to spite me," Oliver told her. Samantha glanced at him and he nodded. "Just find him," she demanded.

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Lydia

Lydia slipped into William's room with fresh clothes and hung them in the wardrobe. "Good morning," she smiled, opening the curtains and her eyes narrowed from the bright sun.

"Hi Lydia," his tired voice said. "What are we doing today?" "We're visiting some special places and you can go horse riding at night," she told him and he excitedly got of bed, quickly changed his clothes. Lydia grabbed his jacket and he followed her out of the room.

When they reached downstairs, the scent of fresh food was cooking. They saw Laurel and Allison making breakfast with Parrish and Douglas was stuffing his face with food. "Us Ghost Riders don't eat food," he told her, "we feast on souls." "And we're just eating for fun," Laurel winked, setting down a plate for the two.