Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝟕

AROUND THE MCCALL DINING ROOM, MY ANGER WAS BARELY CONTAINED.

I was a ticking time bomb and those around me were treating me like one too. My fingers curled into fists as I leaned on the dining table, hanging my head low. Behind my closed eyes, I envisioned the millions of ways I could kill the Nogitsune right this second. He'd driven me so far into insanity, it had all turned to rage now. The fact that he'd pushed my buttons in all the right places really riled me up, so much so, it took every ounce of strength I had inside of me to not walk into that living room and act upon one of the many ways I'd thought about killing him.

I saw blood trickle down the side of my hand slowly, the thick substance staining the colour of my skin. With a deep sigh, I forced myself to unravel my hands from their fists and I turned my back to Scott, Deaton and Lydia, reaching for a piece of kitchen roll on the side to clean the blood away.

"How much longer do you think we have?" Scott asked Deaton. It was what we'd all been thinking but didn't want to ask. We had him in the palm of our hand, yes, but we weren't prepared for it. This was our window of opportunity and we had no plan to act upon.

"I wish I knew." Was Deaton's response. It was anything but helpful but it was him speaking the honest truth. The thing was, none of us really knew how long Kanima venom infected you. It varied, always. We had no way of knowing if it would wear off quicker with the Nogitsune, "But if we don't figure out something soon, we're going to need to find a better place to keep him. I think we're grossly underestimating the danger here. He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand."

"That's because he does." I responded, the only one keeping my eyes forward as Scott, Deaton and Lydia turned to look at him in the living room. I couldn't look at him, it would only rile me up again, "We've been searching for an opportunity like this for days and now we have it, we don't have a fucking clue what to do." I snapped quietly, slamming my hand on the dining table, "This is our chance to get this bastard out of Stiles and we're wasting it."

Lydia sighed and nodded, "Alex is right."

"But what do we do?" Scott shrugged, eyes turning to me before they flickered to Deaton.

"The scroll." I said, "We have to follow it, we don't have the time to find another way."

Lydia nodded, "But the scroll said to change his body?"

I sighed deeply, "Then we have to change his body."

"That's if I translated it correctly." Deaton added, "We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor."

"And what if he doesn't want it?" Scott asked, looking to me, "He's never asked to be a werewolf."

"He's never wanted to be a werewolf." I responded. I knew just how selfish I sounded but this was our only way. I wasn't making this decision lightly. I'd thought about it for days on end now, since Deaton had translated the Japanese that night but it was the only way, "This is the only way to get him back, Scott, and we are running out of time." I said before sighing, "What if this is our chance to save his life?"

"What if it kills him?" Scott counteracted, "I've never done this before. I mean, what if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something?"

"The venom is not going to last long. Something needs to be done sooner than later." Deaton reminded us, instilling upon what I had been thinking about.

"I can try calling Derek again." Scott responded with a sigh.

As he reached for his phone, Lydia spoke up with a suggestion, "Maybe we should call someone else."