𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

85|final fight

"Of course, it's me," she laughed gently. "Come on, sweetheart, what are you doing?"

"It's not you. I know it's not you," I said, tears brimming in my eyes.

I heard her footsteps as she approached me from behind.
"It is me; I promise."

"No, it's not," I mumbled, shaking my head.

"Can you really be sure?" she asked me.

She had a small point. I mean, so many people we thought had been dead had come back. So why not my mum? Why couldn't something go right just this once?

Simple. Because sometimes we just weren't that lucky.
"They stabbed you. You- you bled out in my arms. I saw you die."

"Just like how you thought Isaac was dead, sweetie?

"You're dead," I said firmly, trying my best to stay strong.

"Okay. You're right. I did die," she finally agreed. "But maybe I'm back."

"You're not," I said, tears beginning to fall as I started to walk backwards. "You died and we buried you."

"Don't you want to see me one last time?" she asked, her voice remaining close as she walked towards me whenever I tried to back away.

This caught my attention, all sensible thoughts leaving my mind as I came to a standstill. "Of course, I do," I said softly. "You have no idea how much I miss you. It hurts so much."

"Then just open your eyes. One peek," she said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I miss you so much, sweetheart. Why won't you just look at me?"

I wasn't thinking things through properly at that moment, the only thing on my mind being how much I missed my mother. And at that point, I opened my eyes.

I saw my mother for a split second before the figure morphed into something else entirely. I barely got to get a good look before I was met with glowing purple eyes.

The breath left me as I felt myself go stiff, my body turning to turn to stone.

♧♤♢♡

The stone holding me captive suddenly began to fracture around me. I broke out, pieces falling and dust covering my body.

I stumbled as hands caught me, stopping me from hitting the floor. I began to panic, thinking that the Anuk-ite had me.

"Let me go," I gasped, trying to catch my breath through the dust as I hit my captor.

Their grip tightened as they go me to stop hitting them. "Hey, calm down, it's just me. It's just me."

Hearing the voice, I finally stopped, eyes wide as I looked at them. "Derek?" I said softly.

"You okay, little cousin?" he asked, one side of his mouth tilting upward.

I laughed at his words, tears in my eyes. "I thought you said I wasn't allowed to call you that?"

The man shrugged, "I think I can make an exception this one time."

Leaning forward I put my arms around him, glad that he was real and not the Anuk-ite. It had lured me with my love for my mother and I had fallen for it.

But now, I was okay. Stiles and Scott must've been successful, or I would've still be stone.

Stiles and Scott.

Pulling away from Derek, my eyes widened. "Stiles and Scott," I said, before I ran in search of the boys.

Using Derek's sense of smell, we moved quickly, racing through the school. The two of us burst through the library doors to see three people over by the steps. Running over, I saw that Lydia and Stiles were standing beside Scott.