DARK

Chapter 7: Foxy

Stiles POV

What was I? I could control my body. Something in my head was talking to me.

Give me control Stiles. Let me out. And I did. I didn't know how to stop as I ran into Derek's loft once again but as a beast.

I heard them talking, asking what the banging sound was.

It was me. I wanted to yell. Run.

I stumbled into the room they were in. RUN GODDAMNIT.

"Is that Stiles?" Jackson asks scared.

"It can't be. The animal represents you. Stiles isn't a huge powerful beast." Scott says.

"Then who is it?" Derek asks.

I was hurt. They think it's not me because I'm huge and powerful. That hurt a lot.

And I guess the voice in my head understood that too, because it attacks.

Claws and teeth and blood. Everywhere. By the time I was finished with them they were all laying in their own blood.

My god. Did I kill everyone? No I didn't. I can hear all of their heart beats. Except one. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Who was dead?

The voice started talking again. You killed one. One that thought you were weak. Don't feel bad. They were the weak ones.

I wanted it to stop. It killed my friend. It's making me a murder.

"Stiles?" Scott whispers. Scott's alive.

"It's not Stiles." Jackson answers. Oh ya Jackson's fine.

"It's a monster." Liam cries. Liam. God he thought I am a monster.

"That isn't my boy." Dad adds.

"He isn't a monster. If it is Stiles." Lydia replies. Thank god she's fine.

"Even if it's Stiles, it is a monster." Peter breaths out painfully. Peter. I'm not a monster, am I?

That's five. Isaac or Derek. Dead. What have I done.

"Stiles? Is that you?" Isaac. Derek's dead because of me.

I nod then realise that I have control again. "Wait did it nod?"

"Stiles?" Lydia asks.

I nod again. I start to get smaller. My orange fur turns to pale skin. I'm becoming human again.

"What have I done? I'm so so sorry." I cry.

"Stiles? How did you?" Isaac asks.

"I didn't have control I promise. The voice, the voice wouldn't let me stop. I tried. Now he's dead." I start to sob.

"Stiles who's dead?" I look up. Nobody noticed their alpha was dead?

I look around. No Derek. Maybe I didn't hear his heart beat because he wasn't here. Hopefully that's it.

"Where's Derek?" I ask.

"Derek?" Scott asks looking around.

"Where is Derek?" Lydia questions.

"Stiles he isn't dead, don't worry. We all are fine. He probably just got away from- from..." Scott looks down.

"From me. I know I'm a monster. I heard what you all said." I whisper loudly.

"Stiles you're not a monster." Lydia backs me up.

"I am though. I could've killed you all." And I really could've. I didn't have control.

"Stiles you aren't a monster. You never were and never will be." Someone says from behind me.

Derek. He was fine.