One for the Devin Inside of Me

Chapter One ~ The Scorpion meets the Snake

 It was strange being trapped in your own head. The one place that you could never truly escape. The place where your most wonderful memories and the darkest of nightmares coincide, melding together unconsciously to form horrifically, fantastic amalgamations of memory and emotion. The dichotomy of the subconscious was astounding, but for people like Stiles Stilinski it was only a hellish prison of torture.

The Nogitsune had invaded his mind months ago, slowly warping his perception until the human could no longer tell the difference between reality and a dream. Though he would call them nightmares. Stiles was trapped in his mind, forced to endure the vicious mind games of the demon while trying his hardest to force it to leave his body. The trickster had taken a liking to forcing the human to remember terrible incidents, delving into the deepest parts of the boy's subconscious. Trying to blend the two minds and spirits together.

However, the Nogitsune did not imagine what he would find after only two months of actually being able to control the human's body.

*

Stiles had just pulled Scott inside of the building when Kira, moved him out of the way. She was a sweet girl, but even as the token human he could say that the young woman was far too naive to survive in this part of their world. However he couldn't stop himself from wanting to see what her reaction would be if someone turned on her in a dire moment it was with this small that he grabbed the young kitsune by the wrist. It was a simple move that his father had taught him years ago, though he never really had a chance to use it. As he tightened his grip, he pulled her towards him before using his free hand to slam her head into the table.

He thought it was pathetic, how fast she fell unconscious after something that had practically become a love tap to the young man.

As he walked over her prone body, as if it was nothing, Stiles gazed at the blade that was still lodged inside of Scott's stomach. He was curious as to what the other man had to have been thinking about the situation, though his priorities remained with the blade. He made with thoughts clear as he almost playfully tapped his fingers on the hilt of the Katana. He could see the apprehension in the wolf's eyes as he feigned sarcastic concern.

“Okay?” Stiles said softly as he began curling his fingers around the hilt.

“Please don't...stop!” Scott all but whispered.

“It's okay.” The human whispered just as softly before firmly grasping the handle, forcing the blade to slide out slightly. The motion forcing the young Were to gasp lightly.

If you had asked Stiles in one of his few moments of clarity, such as now, why he was doing such a thing to a man that he openly considered his brother in all but blood, he would probably answer with something along the lines of; “The Nogitsune made me do it.” However to those whom would notice the slight variations in the way the two entities carried themselves, they would have realized that this. The monster that was slowly turning and twisting the sword in his friend's abdomen, forcing to wound to stay open and the wolf to deal with the agonizing pain, was the real Stiles. The young man that was using the Nogitsune's ability to feed off of chaos and pain to sate his own sadistic desires was the same boy that had grown up in the rural town, dealt with ignorant people and had introduced Scott into the world of the supernatural.

*

By the time that Stiles had been released from the memory, he had already been 'expelled' from the fox. It was obvious that whatever the trickster had done had changed the human. You could see it in his eyes, the slightly darker amber colour that spoke of a darkness that clouded his soul. The almost sickly paleness of his skin along with the dark bags under his eyes caused by what ever trauma the creature had forced him through. Although the change was clear, no one came to realize it until much later. Long after the Oni's had killed Allison and Aidan, after their funerals, after Derek had been kidnapped yet again.

~Two Months After the Nogitsune~

Stiles was still getting used to being himself again, of being the 'normal' hyperactive, chatterbox who could not pay attention to anything unless his life was on the line. The one that still managed to make a sarcastic comment even in the face of death. It had been a liberating experience to allow his innermost desires to run rampant under the guise of the Nogitsune, however it also made his transition into the “defenseless human” much harder.

He still hadn't spoken to Scott since the funeral, which he had only attended due to his father's insistence that he grieve at the loss of a friend. He did not feel guilty for what had happened to Aidan and Allison, it was rather his indifference to it that made him unwilling. Almost every one who was their had shed a tear or two for the huntress, much fewer than the wolf. However, Stiles and Scott had stayed relatively stoic. One due to shock at having lost his first true love, and the other due to genuine apathy toward the situation.

The two had practically done everything in their power to be separated from each other during the month that school had canceled due to repairs being made along with higher security measures.

*

When Stiles pulled into the school parking lot, he was surprised to see a mint green 1972 Jeep Super Commando in his usual parking spot. It wasn't new but it also wasn't as much of a fixer-upper as his Jeep. It was fairly well maintained and the colour was nice. He could tell that whom ever the vehicle belonged to, they were proud of their baby. Sighing in reluctance of having to park somewhere else for the day, Stiles slowly slid into the space beside the Commando. He was still curious to see whom had taken his parking spot so of course he would have to be nearby.

As he stepped out of the Jeep he could feel something in the air, something that spoke of something old and dark. It almost reminded him of the feeling he had gotten whenever he was around Jennifer Blake when she was still the Durach. Shrugging off the sensation, he began to walk toward the front entrance just as the Commando beeped as it was locked.

He looked to see who had just locked the car only to be greeted by the sight of a tan young man with shoulder length, medium brown hair that framed his face and curled slightly at the ends, and amber eyes. He had a look that screamed that he was of mixed race, though Arabic seemed to shine through a lot. He was dressed in a tight 'Framing Hanley' T-shirt that was topped with a snug, dark and light gray stripped cardigan that stopped around the thighs of his black skinny jeans. All in all, the guy was fairly attractive if not just slightly familiar in a way that was strange.

What was weird though, was the fact that the guy seemed to be walking towards him.

“Hey, nice Jeep. Love the colour.” He said with a slow smirk.

“Thanks...Yours too.” Stiles replied awkwardly.

“Thanks so I guess I'll see you later, Stiles.” was the last thing the boy had said before heading toward his first class.

Stiles on the other hand had been so shocked at the interaction that he had barely registered that the other male knew his name. By the time the he had processed everything the warning bell had rung and he was forced to run to class.

*

Mrs. Horus had been hired not even a week after Mr. Harris had disappeared. She had been fairly nice in the beginning and was the exact opposite of the man except in one way. They both could not stand Stiles Stilinski. It was as if they could sense something in him that made them dislike him, so it came as no surprise to the boy when he received a detention for being barely a minute late to class. She had just announced it casually, as if he wasn't even worth her time.

Not too long after, there was a knock on the door before the same young man from earlier walked into the class. He was holding a schedule, which he showed to the teacher before she told him to introduce himself to the class.

“Hi...the name's Aric Letum. Nice to meet you.” He said, winking towards Stiles when he said the last name.

“ARIC!?”