Khadidja-boo

The hospital was a mess. People were scattered everywhere in lines, as if they were a painted portrait of group killing. They had pools of blood decorating the floor, their clothes, contrasting with the blue they wore, and their torn clothes showed off the scar they’d got. Most of them lay lifeless, and some struggling to stay on the thin thread of life. She wanted to help, but she was worried for Stiles. She rounded the hallway and there he was with the Oni. __ fell right into his trap. He turned to look at her, a smile gracing his lips. “Lookie here, boys, we got ourselves a little wolf,” said Void. “Where’s

Miss Yukimura apparently had something to do with all of this mess. She was a Kitsune like Kira, but not quite alike when it came to power. She was now telling them about her love life in the years before. It made all of them uncomfortable, especially Kira. Kira was adorable and awkward. Mostly, unskilled when it came to such things as monsters. When she was done talking about all of that, she told us that she had to kill the Nogitsune, no matter who was the host. “Oh, no. you don’t get to make the choices here. You already brought chaos just by yourself. We don’t need you tell us how to make our decisions when it comes to

Reader P.O.V I could just sit at my house and wait for Stiles to get out of that mental asylum. He wasn’t crazy to begin, so why would he make himself go through all of that crap just to save himself when he can be most vulnerable there with actually crazy people. I couldn’t just let him go through this by himself. I wanted to be with him, to support him, to let him know that I will always choose him over any one. I did tell him I’d go till the end of the line with him, even if it meant my own death. I’d do that for him. I sneaked past Isaac, who was trying to keep an eye on me apparently. I knew Scott wouldn’t

Song “So, they’re looking for a dark spirit?” __ asked. “Yes,” Allison answered. “A Nogitsune.” __ narrowed her eyes a bit. “Come again?” “A Nogitsune. It basically feeds on chaos, pain—” “I know what it is.” Now, everyone was looking at __ funny. Like she spoke out of her nose or something. They just gaped at her. “What? Why are you all looking at me like I grew a hole on my face?” “How do you know that?” Isaac asked. “I watch anime. And you all used to make fun of me, but, see? It’s useful,” __ spoke, crossing

“He was after Kira this whole time,” Stiles said as a matter of fact. “We need to save her,” Scott said, having this grave look on his face. He sure liked this girl, or just didn’t want anyone getting hurt. “Why don’t we just let her die?” __ offered, staring at Scott intensely. They all whipped their heads towards her, looking at her like she was crazy. “What?” Scott squinted. “We can’t just let an innocent person die.” He seemed to be boiling to the degree of anger. “__, how can you say such a thing?” exclaimed Stiles, tilting his head. “It&

[Song] Darach and the sacrifices were behind them now. They all forgot about it, but it left a dent in Stiles the most, or so __ thought. He seemed quite out of it sometimes. He'd occasionally space out in class, which he usually does by nature, but it seemed odd that it was more often. He'd usually not pay attention and talk to someone, or bother someone like Isaac said. Those people usually __ or Scott.   __ was spacing out, not realizing she was staring at Stiles until the teacher, who happened to be the new one snapped his fingers in her face. Her eyes zoomed out from Stiles and focused on the Japanese teacher Yukimura. He smiled at he

When __ went to sleep that night, she seemed to stop squirming, writhing in pain. She calmed down or the pain Cora was feeling was gone somehow. __ and Stiles only went to school that day, hoping that Lydia could find their parents somehow like she always did. While talking to her, Stiles got a text. He was visibly shaking and __ could sense the huge discomfort that was radiating from him. "Stiles, what's wrong?" __ asked, concern lacing her voice. "She has Allison's father now. Oh, dear god," he mumbled, still shaking. He turned around, hands gripping piles of his hair tightly.   "Stiles?" she asked. "Lydia, go get help." __ looked at Lydi

Darkness. Darkness was all there was. And then Nix, who happened to be her doppelganger's name, appeared in front of her. That was the name she claimed at least. Nix was circling __ like she always did. A predator hunting a prey Nix clicked her tongue repeatedly.   "You always ruin the fun games when they get a bit spicy, __," Nix cooed, a finger trailing __'s chin. "That wasn't supposed to happen," mumbled __ in shock, her eyes as wide as they could ever get. "But it happened," Nix said, her signature smile wiped off of her face. "And you lost the game. Now, it's my turn."   Nix was about to snap her fingers, ignoring __'s pleads. Then __

“Why didn’t the hotel affect you like everyone else?” asked Allison. They were at school now, getting ready for class. Everyone was looking at __. Their eyes waiting, curious. “Well, I was too happy to be an old dust mop like you were all doing,” __ replied, smiling at Stiles, who shied away each time, but still held her hand, as in fingers interlocked with each other. She raised her hand, emphasizing on the reason. The whole click aha’d and ooh’d. There were some catcalls. “Get some, Stiles!” Scott slapped his friend on the back and said. __ gave him the same look Peter gives when someon

__ opened the door to leave Derek’s hideout, contemplating whether to just leave things like that or talk it through. She didn’t want to stay there and make it more awkward than it already was. Derek seemed fine with everything, but she could still see the hurt and the ache behind his pale green eyes and the things he did with his eyebrows, furrowing them together, as if in pure concentration to why it ended like this. As soon as __ closed the door, she bumped into Peter’s chest, and murmured a small, croaked sorry. __ hurriedly tried to escape the man bombarding her with questions, but Peter grasped her shoulders with his b