Dressed to Digress -Void!Stiles V.S Stiles-

Chapter Twenty-Four : Self Plan

The next day at good ole Eichen House, Stiles was nowhere to be seen so Oliver, being the nice guy that he was, was showing me around and giving me names of some of the patients and what their reason for being there was. We were walking out on the patio where the Malia and Stiles scene happened yesterday and Oliver kept on talking. 

"Now. Most of the people here are okay. The violent ones are in the Closed Unit." He smiled and pointed over at a girl who sat on the ground, rocking herself back and forth looking at rocks. "That's Hillary. She has OCD." Two boys walk pass us and Oliver pointed to the one on the left. "That's Gary. He thinks he's Jesus Christ." He then glances over. "Dan." It was the boy with long blond hair that sat next to Stiles yesterday during the assessment. "Also Jesus." My eyes peered over and seen an African girl sitting a wobbly looking bench praying with her hands together. "That's Mary. . ."

"Let me guess," I spoke up and turned to him, stopping from the walk. "Mary Madgalene?"

He shook his head. "No." He lightly chuckled. "She also thinks she's Jesus. You'd be surprised how many Jesuses we get."

"Somehow, I find that not true."

"Why not?"

I shrugged. "I mean, if you have higher authority, that just means that you have higher power above most people and everyone at least wants to have that type of control over something once in a while in their lifetime." Oliver nodded slowly. "Just think about it, every religion has a Jesus. Neither they worship or give praise to an animal, a person, a figure or just do certain traditions; a Jesus doesn't have to be a person, necessarily. The definition of Jesus is a prophet of the first century; henceforth, that creates different beliefs to different people. So I would believe how Jesuses Eichen House gets."

Oliver smiled, nodding. "I like your way of thinking."

"Thanks." I smile. "Sometimes I over use my brain and think too much about certain things."

Oliver smiled more then dropped it as he looked behind me, I turned to see Malia and Stiles talking in secret, whispering to each other. I glanced to Oliver and he kind of looked . . . angry. "Hold on for a second, Kit." He lightly smiled again and walked on over to them as I watched from my standing point. Stiles seen Oliver and pulled him into the conversation, them and Malia talked and she nodded along with Stiles and Oliver looked annoyed.

After a minute or two, he walked on back, eyeing me. "What's the problem?" I asked concerned.

"They have a plan to get Brunski's keys. I don't like it." He sighed.

"What's it involving?" I questioned him.

"It involves me tackling Malia, yelling at her and when they come to break up the fight, she'll grab the keys, Stiles'll help her up and she'll pass the keys over to him while I'll, most likely, be taken to the Closed Unit." He nodded.

I thought it over for a second then lightly smiled. "That's actually not a bad plan." Oliver turned to me, looking and studying my face. "Cause then Malia helps Stiles and me get to the basement fast and don't worry, we'll come get you out."

Oliver then smiled more. "Stiles and you?"

My head bobbed. "Yes. Stiles and I will go to the basement, find what we need to find and then, we'll get you from the Closed Unit."

He then nodded. "Okay. I can do that." Next thing, he storm walks on over to Malia, grabs her and shoves her to the ground, straddling her and trying to pin down her flailing arms and she grunted. The patients got up, cheering and circled around them part way and I walked on over to watch more. Malia struggled against his grasp and groaned with her teeth clenched as he still kept going. "You're a liar! You're a liar!" Oliver yelled.

Two men ran over seeing them and I see the keys on the one who had to be Brunski, he paused right besides me and watched with the other orderly. "What the hell's going on?" He yelled, still watching Oliver and Malia and even though it was to be Malia's job, I slowly reached and grabbed for his keys, taking them and slipped them into my pocket.

Malia grunted again. "Get this nut-job off of me."

Brunski and the other orderly, nodded and grabbed Oliver, taking him off of her and he started spazzing, yelling. "No!" He looked at them then down at Malia. "She said that they drill holes in your head. She said they're gonna put a hole in my head!" They got him up, dragging him away as he still called out. "Please, come on! Please, don't." He paused giving me a smile then went back to shouting. "Please don't drill a hole in my head."

I frowned at seeing him being taken away and turned to see Stiles helping Malia up to sighed and huffed. "You okay?" He asked her and she lightly shook her head.

"Yeah." She sighed again and looked at him. "He didn't have the keys on him."

Stiles's face dropped. "He didn't?" Malia shook her head.

"Stiles," he looked up at me as I took the keys out from my pocket and he got a light smile, shaking his head. "Guess you're not the only one who has a few tricks up their sleeve." Stiles walked over, giving me hug and I hugged back and transferred the keys over into his sweatpants pocket. "When will we head on down?" I whispered.

"Well give it some time," he nodded. "I'll get you; just go in your room and I'll come and get

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It was going onto six and I still sat on my bed, waiting for the knock of Stiles to come and get me but so far there was nothing and I've been lying if I said that I wasn't worried. After five minutes of waiting longer, I got up and walked on out of the room, heading down hall making a few turns to get to the stairs. I made it down two flights and kept on walking to Stiles's room, I knocked on his door then pushed it open, glancing in and not seeing him.

I back tracked and went down on the bottom floor and went to go back to the white door that belonged to the basement. On the way down as I went to round the one corner, I seen Brunski and another orderly talking. My body jerked back around the side, breathing heavily as quietly as I could and listened in on their conversation. "So, the kid had your keys? How'd he manage that?"

"I think Malia might've took them when she was being attacked by that kid, Oliver." Brunski huffed. "He thought that I had the key to this basement door." He then paused. "Such a sarcastic smart ass."

I shrugged, nodding. Sounds like Stiles. I told myself inside of my head and kept on listening, leaning closer to the corner.

"Good thing he didn't know about the Closed Unit," the other one spoke up and I peeked around the corner, watching them. "Another way to the basement is down there." The orderly shook his head. "Didn't his dad, the Sheriff, come into here once and went to search for him in the basement?"

Brunski nodded. "Yeah." He sighed. "Probably just sent him on a chase like how teenagers these days do things. But, he won't doing that for rest of the night, gave him the night treatment of the Silent Room."

I froze in place and turned back the corner, glancing down the hall and started running to try and find Stiles. The Silent Room meant that he was asleep and being asleep made him vulnerable to the Nogitsune which made my heart pound and my feet move faster. 

"Stiles!" My voice echoed down the hall and so did my slippers pattering against the floor. "Stiles!" I ran past a door with a square section of bars and I stopped, walking over to it and glanced in to see Stiles on the floor, jolting every so often. "Stiles?" I grabbed the handle, shaking it and trying to open the door. "Stiles, wake up!" I ordered and still jingled on the door but it won't budge. "Come on." I muttered and shook the door more, angrily, I stepped back and kicked the door. 

"Stiles, I'm coming!" I kicked the door again, this time harder and it still wouldn't budge. "Gosh, I wish I was a wolf right now." I kicked the door and still nothing, my jaw tightened and clenched together. "Come on!" I backed up and grunted, swinging up my foot and there was a crack of wood splintering. The door broke in and in an instant, my body flew down to Stiles's as I shook him awake. "Stiles. Stiles, wake up." He wakes up with a jolt, freaking out and I cup his cheeks, making him look at me. "Stiles. Shh. Shh. It's me. Just me, Stiles."

He paused, gasping and kept on walking at me. "How'd . . . How'd you get in here?"

"Lot of rage. And a little bit of fear, I kicked in the door which broke the lock." I stated with a nod. "Come on, we need to get up and go." My arms scooped underneath his, making us stand up nice and easy at a slow pace so we wouldn't double over onto the floor. "I heard Brunski and another orderly talking, there's another way in the basement." He looked at me, slowly nodding. "It's through the Closed Unit and according to what Oliver told me . . . that's where the real insane people are."