*WAS CRUEL SUMMER*
"The pain of it slashed through my body in nauseating waves before settling heavily in the pit of my belly. I tried to hold it together, to hold it down, but I couldn't."
{ scott mccall x fem!oc }
{ season three - six }
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de-void
Noah Stilinski walked into Derek Hale's loft with Noelle Priestley beside him, golden hour shone through the large windows, illuminating the room, highlighting the boy standing central of it, his back turned to them, taking in the last moments of light before darkness set upon them. Before their hooded enemies returned for another round.
Upon hearing the loft door swing open and the heels of the blonde that clicked through the loft Stiles turned to face the pair, greeting his father, though Stilinski was unsure it was that this was his son talking to him. It looked like him, sounded like him even, but it didn't feel like Stiles was in the room with him. Noelle stood quietly beside the Sheriff, her eyes piercing into Void, which he seemed to enjoy as he provided her with a devious smirk.
Noah slowly reached for his belt, pulling out a set of handcuffs. Stiles seemed surprised that his father would want to handcuff him, looking between the rings of metal and the man holding it. Sheriff Stilinski stepped closer. If his son was still here, if there was a part of him still standing in front of him then he would willingly put on the handcuffs and come with him because he would know his father was there to protect him, from himself and others. By the time Noah had gotten out his words, he was standing inches from his son who looked back at him with tearful eyes, he continued looking between the metal handcuffs and his father, contemplating his words until he chose to hold up his wrists, agreeing to let the man restrain him.
The man moved carefully as he placed the cuffs around Stiles's wrists, he looked at Stiles's face, he still couldn't see his son, only the thing that had possessed him, even behind tearful eyes he knew something seemed different about him, he didn't feel the comfort that he felt while in the presence of his son, he felt cold.
As his father stepped back to Noelle, Stiles looked up at them through his eyelashes, a tilt of his head, an evil look that they knew the boy wasn't capable of, they knew it wasn't Stiles. Void had shaken his head slightly with a disapproving look, breaking free of his handcuffs as if it was easy, as he did, five more people walked through the loft door, the backup. Chris and Allison were first to enter the loft, Derek, Malia, and Cole behind them, all with a scowl across their faces. Even the coyote who hardly knew Stiles knew that this wasn't him standing in front of them.
Stiles looked across those who stood around him, more people than he'd anticipated. They each took their turns attacking the Nogitsune, Allison held up her taser, hitting him with it, but he had caught it, unphased by the shock of the electrical wires, grinning wider as Allison's eyes grew, he threw the taser across the room with a small scoff. Derek was next to attack the Nogistune, but it easily grabbed him, throwing him to and forth, slamming his head on a table before tossing him aside as if the wolf weighed nothing. Malia tried to do the same, hoping that in some miracle she might be stronger than Derek, but she met the same fate, thrown onto the floor within a second until she was left groaning in pain. Immediately, Void turned his head to Cole, assuming that the druid would be next in line, before Cole could make a move, a gun clicked.
