Teen wolf imagines

Stiles-aftermath

His harsh eyes glared at me as I whimpered under his touch. His hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air supply, before he threw me into the floor gasping.

"Stiles stop." I whispered but I knew it was no use. The nogitsune had trapped my stiles in a dark void, where I couldn't reach him and he couldn't reach me. All the while void stiles is hurting me in his body and I have to remind myself it isn't him, just by looking into his eyes and seeing emptiness. Before the nogitsune came, Stiles had light and joy in his eyes and I could stare into them for they appeared endless but these dark soulless eyes, they don't belong to Stiles, they belong to the nogitsune.

"Oh y/n," void Stiles stared at me, twisting his lips into an evil smile. "You know he's watching right?" He sneers at me, slowly taking a step forward but each step he moves toward me, I crawl one away from him until I back myself into a corner. "He is begging me not to hurt you, pleading actually. It is rather sad." Void stiles bends down, crouching in front of me. "Shame he can't stop me." Stiles whipps a knife out from behind him teasingly running it gently enough across my face, so that it only leaves a trace of blood. I whimpered, tears falling as I looked into the dark eyes, hoping to find stiles somewhere.

"Stiles, if you can hear me, please stop." I beg as tears run down my cheeks, smearing in with blood. Void stiles simply grins at me before running the knife down my neck leaving another trail of blood.

"Any last words?" He questions tilting his head to the side removing the knife from my skin.

"Even if you kill me you won't win." I state and he freezes if only for a second.

"And why not?"

"You may have power, and predators but we have Scott and he is stronger than you think." I glare into the dark eyes but he simply laughs at me.

"You think your little friends can stop me?" He smirks before leaning in close to me, jabbing the knife through my stomach. I gasp at the impact, blood already curdling in my throat. "I'm invincible." He whispers his lips ghosting along my jawline as he pushes the knife in deeper making me scream out. All of a sudden void stiles pulls away, colour suddenly in his eyes and he looks at the hands covered in my blood. Completely shocked he looks up at me, blood staining the floor around me as it gushes from my stomach. "Oh crap, what have I done?" He whispers the harsh tone from his voice gone. As he steps towards me, my mind realises that this is the real stiles but my body tries to scamper away. "Shit y/n I'm sorry." I nod biting my lip holding back the urge to scream and a strange noise erupts from my stomach. Stiles lifts me up slightly placing my head in his lap as he leans forward crying into my face. He sobs onto my bleeding body as I feel my clock slowly ticking down.

"Stiles it's okay," I whisper my own tears mixing with his. "It wasn't you."

"But it was, it felt like it was me." He sobbed, his hands clinging onto my arms.

"Stiles, he is playing with you," I start my voice cracking, "don't let him win the game." His eyes lock with mine as I try and convey every last feeling I have left. From the corner of my eyes I spot Scott and Derek run into the room with Lydia behind them but they stop at the door, their expressions grim and shocked. Lydia moves forward to me already in tears but Scott grabs her arm holding her back. "Promise me, you will win the game." Stiles lip trembles as he nods holding me closer to his body.

"I will." He nods as I feel my vision blur around me and my heart stops. Even though I feel my life go, I can see everyone around me, processing my death. Stiles screams and screams shaking my dead body, pain causing his body to shake. Scott freezes and his grip on Lydia loosens as she falls to the ground sobbing. Derek has tears in his eyes as he leans against the door frame and he watches stiles shake my dead body. Why I am able to watch this, I don't know. But I do know that watching it is the most painful thing ever to be done, worse than a knife to the heart, stomach or lungs. Watching people's reactions to your death is heartbreaking.

It's watching the aftermath.