The Darkness: 4

Part 24

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Oliver

Oliver had woken up slowly. The night before was depressing as no one was in the mood to celebrate Thanksgiving besides Felicity and Stiles who had gone on a date. He took a stretch before putting on his regular clothes and headed downstairs.

"Still nothing?" He asked and Derek shook his head. "Kira, what move would you make next?" Derek asked, staring at the chessboard they had tagged with names. Her hand touched a bishop with Allison's name on it but then set it down. "I don't know," she sighed. Her hand trailed to the pieces of Meredith and Lenore but she exhaled.

"What about Goh," Stiles pitched. "I played that game against it." "But she's not playing against the nogitsune," Theo pointed out. "She's playing us." "I can try," Kira said. "I'll go buy the game." Oliver watched as she, Malia, and Felicity left the loft.

"I'm still thinking she's creating a Thunder Kitsune with that bolt of lightning idea," Peter said, leaning back in his chair and everyone glared at him. "I don't think she'll mess with the laws of the supernatural, she's not like a Dread Doctor," Theo told him. "A Void Banshee is breaking the law of the supernatural," Derek said. "You saw what Meredith created the Deadpool. now that influenced by a trickster, a nogitsune."

Oliver wandered over to the kitchen, pouring himself a coffee, and took a sip. He turned around, leaning on the counter, watching the rest brainstorm ideas.

"Well I'm out of it," Stiles said, throwing his hands up. He turned around, walking towards the kitchen and Oliver wanted to run. He didn't want to speak with him but he couldn't move, watching Stiles pour coffee and lean on the counter across him.

There was complete silence between the two and Stiles' slurps annoyed him. It had been a long time since everything had happened but now, their feud was rekindling. To get over it, Oliver let out his hand and Stiles stared at it before shaking it.

"How was your date with Felicity?" He asked. Stiles set down his mug with a straight face, staring at him. His hand moved on his waist into his stance and he broke a smile, winking at him. "That's good."

The front door opened and Kira and the rest came back and she started setting the game up with small chips. Stiles had played the game before so he went against her. She moved her black pieces easily as Stiles stressed to move his white ones.

"Well this isn't working out," Peter commented and Stiles glared at him. Oliver sighed and went over to the door leading out to the balcony, and stared at the city that the sun shined on.

He pressed most of his weight on his arms against the ledge and inhaled the fresh air. A small whoosh of wind passed and he exhaled, feeling a rush of loneliness that she couldn't be there to see what he was looking at.

Douglas

Douglas' eyes shot up with excitement he couldn't contain. The energy of a new day and he'd never anticipated it to be the night for a long time.

There was a knock on the door and he called out for them to enter. Parrish came in with a bag on a hanger and hung on the rack. "The Hellhound is always helping the Rider," Douglas said, getting up.

"Anyways, I checked with Allison that she'll keep Laurel away," Parrish told him and he nodded. "Where are taking her?" "I spent all night looking at restaurants," he began, rummaging through papers on his dresser, "I found three right outside the town. Pick one." Parrish hovered over his shoulder, looking at each one, "Gusteau's."

Laurel

"Are you nervous?" Allison asked as she and Laurel stepped over a fallen branch in the middle of the woods. "Should I be?" Laurel asked as Allison stopped, setting up her archery. "No. He should be," she said firmly, drawing her arrow. She steadied the string across her cheek, taking a deep breath and released it.