Chapter 7
We got our parents back and Jennifer (the Darach) is dead. Finally. I'm glad everything was okay. Still kinda bummed about not helping though.
Something we did find out was that Derek was sleeping with Jennifer. What the hell?
I mean, he didn't know she was the Darach, but still. Geez. Derek needs to keep his thing in his pants and Jennifer needs to close her legs.
Anyways, there were strange things going on in beacon hills. More strange than anything we've ever dealt with before.
Let me sum it up for you;
It all starts with Stiles. Somehow, the boy that's called my brother has been possessed by a very old, very evil sprit.
Don't ask me how because if you did, I wouldn't know.
But Stiles is my brother, so I'm gonna do everything I possibly can to help him.
Also, there's these things called the Oni. They're these people with masks on and they carry swords, sorta like Kira does.
The Oni were once on our side, trying to get the demon inside of Stiles. (Well not so much trying to get the demon out, but mainly just trying to kill Stiles) We don't want to kill Stiles. We want to kill the ghost that's possessed him.
Anyways, like I said, the Oni are on our side, but they're trying to kill stiles and not just the spirit.
Now the problem is again—Stiles. All of us are gonna do our best to help him.
"Us" being me, Scott, Allison, Isaac, Kira and Malia.
It's been about a month and I'm doing my best to avoid all kinds of contact with Isaac. No eye contact. No physical contact. No verbal contact. None. None at all.
Scott and I are cool. We took a day to just talk to each other and understand how we felt. We didn't want to be together, what happened last month only happened because we were desperate (and horny). But we've made up.
I was laying down in my bed. It was about 12:25, And I still hadn't gone to sleep.
My door was halfway open, and in the corner of my eye, I saw a dark figure move outside. Then I heard Stiles' bedroom door open and close.
"Stiles?" I asked, slowly standing up.
No answer.
"Stiles, is that you?" I walked of my room and stood in front of Stiles door.
I knocked a couple of times before it opened. The person who opened it was no other but—my brother.
When he saw me, he pulled me in for a tight hug.
"Oh, Alex." He cried. "I missed you so much. I don't know how longer I can do this." He admits.
I hugged him back. "Stiles, it's okay. Just calm down. We're all gonna help you. It's gonna be fine. Just be strong." I tried to encourage him.
We stopped hugging and he looked at me. He looked normal. He looked like there was nothing wrong with him at all.
"You wanna go watch Star Wars on my laptop until we fall asleep?" I asked, knowing it was his favorite movie.
He looked at me confused. One eyebrow was raised and he was kid of squinting. "Star wars?" He asks.
"Yeah." I said in a "duh" tone.
"No. I think I'll pass." He answers.
My jaw dropped. Stiles doesn't want to watch Star Wars? Well, this is a first.
But Stiles would never pass up the opportunity to watch his favorite movie in the world. Something's wrong.
"You're not Stiles." I stated.
"You're wrong. I'm Stiles." He said. I knew he was lying.
"You're lying." I told him. "My brother" smirked at me. "I might not be Stiles, but I'm in his body so that counts for something right?" He asked.
"Yeah. You're right. It does count for something." I say.
"It counts for you being an idiot and using my brother."
He laughed. "Oh, Alex. There's so much you have to learn. I can hear your brothers thoughts. He's just like you. I wish he would just shut up."
"What is he thinking about?" I questioned.
"Um..." Void Stiles looked as though he was thinking. "He's hoping that I don't kill him. And that I wont hurt you."
"Why would you hurt me?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Touché."
"Stiles is also thinking of how I'm hurting him right now."
"How are you hurting him if you're not even doing anything?" I ask, honestly confused.
"It's up here." He pointed to his head. "I'm hurting him up here."
"I seriously don't get this possessive thing. Should I call an exorcist or something?" I question. "We could make a movie called the exorcism of Stiles Stilinski."
He chuckled. "Very Funny."
"But it won't be funny once your brother is dead."
"You're not gonna kill my brother. I won't let you." I told him. I couldn't let him do this. Stiles was an innocent boy who would never hurt anyone. And he never has hurt anyone. I wasn't gonna let this stuck-up, dirty, old, ugly, stubborn spirit with no sense of humor do anything to Stiles.
"We'll see about that." He chuckled. I closed Stiles' bedroom door and locked it. I cracked my knuckles and then looked at the person who wasn't my brother. "If you want him, you'll have to go through me." I told him.
He tilted his head to the side and looked at me sternly. "Are you sure about that Alex?" He asked, slightly laughing.
he thinks this is a joke? Well, he's got another thing coming. I'm about to open a big can of whoop-ass on him.
"I'm sure." I put my fists up. He straightened up and shook his head. He chuckled a little bit. "I don't fight girls." He told me. Is he serious?
"Are you serious?" I ask. He nods. What a wimp. "Just fight me." I tell him.
He shook his head again. You've got to be kidding me.
"So you're not gonna fight me?" I asked. "Not unless you're a threat."
"I'm not a threat already? I mean, my friends and I are literally planning to destroy you. That doesn't make me a threat?" I told him.
"Eh." He answered, shrugging his shoulder. I decided to make first move. He wouldn't fight me unless I did.
I threw my fist at his chest, but he caught my hand in his and stopped me. I tried to use my other hand to punch him, but he grabbed that one too.
"Stiles" let go of my hands, throwing them down.
"Oh, c'mon." I groaned. "It's not fun I you don't fight back."
Just then, I punched him in his chest. He stumbled back, laughing.
"What's funny?" I questioned.
"The fact that you're trying so hard." He laughed.
I rolled my eyes before trying to punch him again. He caught hand in his once again before smirking.
"You can't beat me, Alex."
"But I can try." I told him.
He laughed. This isn't funny. What is he laughing about?!
He let go of my hand and I lifted my leg up, kicking him in the stomach. He moved back before recollecting himself.
"Is it still funny?" I asked him.
"Very." He chuckled before pushed me back. We started fighting and it ended with him pinning me against the wall.
We were face to face.
"Stop trying, Alex. You'll never win." He tells me.
"Maybe I can't beat you alone. But if I bring all of my friends, there's no doubt that we'll take you down." I growled.
"Sure you will." He said sarcastically.
"We're gonna do whatever it takes to get Stiles back. You'll never win." I said.
"I love how you think you can defeat me." He smirked. "It won't happen."
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Can you let go of me?" "Why should I?" He asks.
"Just let me go!" I struggled to get out of his tight grasp on my arms.
"Stiles" let go of my hands before stepping back.
I stomped back to my room before slamming and locking the door.
He thinks he can beat us?
He thinks he's gonna win?
He honestly thinks we won't defeat him?
Well, he's wrong.
We will beat him.
He won't win.
He's going down.