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31.4. Our Little Secret

VOID/STILES X READER

Our Little Secret - Part Four

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"What the hell was that?!" her heart sank.

Stiles wrapped his hands around her wrist, pulling himself groggily to his feet and grabbing her by the jaw, his words slow and forceful, "I need you to run. Now. Okay?"

His gaze was laced with desperation, and she nodded slowly, "okay."

"Okay," he nodded, turning without another second and dashing back around the leafy barrier.

Scott stood frozen in bewilderment, the pang of screams and confusion hitting the air like a piercing blade.

"Don't do anything stupid," he sighed, his jaw hardening as he followed Stiles' lead.

She blinked slowly, sucking in a short breath as she peered carefully around the side of the greenery.

"Oh my g-" she gaped, her lips falling open.

There in the garden, which had been joyful and laughter filled only moments ago, was a catastrophe. Groups of students were sprinting around frantically, red plastic cups abandoned on the lawn. Lydia and Alison were ushering a stream of people out, trying to calm the chaos. In the middle of the grass stood a terrifying shadow figure, it's face masked in silver, its body made of a cloudy smog. And in its hand was a sharp blade, coated ruby on the end. Her heart stopped as she saw a body lying a couple of feet from the creature. Stiles was crouched beside them, scooping them up to his chest with wide eyes before sprinting into the house. The noise of the screams dissipated gradually as everyone fled from the garden, Scott and Isaac doing their best to distract the hooded figure. The shadowy form lunged for a stray kid, but was diverted by a blow from Scott, who's face went pale as the creature vanished and reformed a couple feet from him. Extending its blade, the monster lunged for the student who had frozen in their skin. But Scott and Isaac only grew more desperate, unable to transform when weary eyes were watching. Stiles came back out as Isaac made a move for the creature, who dashed aside and sent the boy falling face first to the dirt. The demon stood, turning slowly and locking its focus to Stiles, its head tilting with curiosity. He stopped in his tracks, going still as the masked shape drifted slowly to the boy, coming a foot away from him before going still. The sharp edge twitched in its grasp as it absorbed Stiles meticulously.

And then it lunged its blade in a crescent through the air.

"Fuck it," she shook her head, barreling out from behind her hiding spot and into the space.

Stiles rolled from under the blade, ducking its point and scrambling back before tripping nervously back, the demon raising the pointed silver end in the air and stopping an inch from his face. Isaac lay still on the ground, Scott running over the grass from the opposite direction.

"STOP!" she screamed.

The figure's form wavered, its blade slowly pulling from Stiles' colorless face at once as it snapped its head up to look at the girl. She took in a heavy breath as she stared it down, planting her feet in the soil.

"(Y/N)!" Stiles screamed. "(Y/N), get the hell out of here!!"

She ignored him, unmoving as she let that thing come to her.

Scott went still in his tracks, raising his hand for silence as he watched in awe.

The smoke billowed from its form as it reconstructed itself directly in front of her set expression. The stars almost reflected in the silver of its masked face.