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By fanficdiaries

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐚
{𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝}

Stiles had been missing for two days. The boy had disappeared during all the chaos at the hospital and not a single person had seen him since, but from what the pack knew, they couldn't say that was an accident.

Now, Scott and Evelyn plus the twins stood in the locker room as Coach addressed all of them. "Listen up! Anybody catches the slightest glimpse of Stilinski, you contact the first available teacher. Got it? Got it? There's a card on my desk for Issac Lahey, and every one of you losers is not only going to sign it, you're going to write a personal message so profound and deep, it's gonna bring a tear to Coach's eyes. Who's first? Ah, Danny! That's how you do it, buddy. Keep it PG."

Evelyn's head was laying in Scott's lap, his hand running through her hair. She was only broken from her thoughts when Aiden spoke, "No Stiles, no demonic ninjas."

Ethan nodded along with his brothers words, "Things are getting too quiet."

"Yeah, I know." Scott agreed with them. He looked down at the girl in his lap who looked like she'd rather be literally anywhere but where she was, his face softening. "Yeah, it's making me nervous, too."

The four suddenly heard what sounded like a pulse going through the air, the boys perking up at the familiar sound.

Being the only one to not recognize it, Evelyn lifted her head from Scott's lap and glanced around as she asked. "What is that?"

"It's an emitter." Scott mumbled in response to her question, "One of the Argents."

The four stepped out into the hallway, trying to detect where exactly the sound was coming from, "It's coming from the basement."

Evelyn and the boys went down to the basement, not having to look very hard as they looked down the hallway they entered when coming down, spotting someone at the end of the hall. The person turned around slowly and held their hands up in surrender, "Okay, I know what you guys are thinking, but it's me. I swear to god, it's me."

Two growls were heard from behind Evelyn, the twins rushing past her and towards Stiles, picking him up and pushing him into the cabinet behind him.

Scott didn't hesitate to run after them, "Wait, stop." He grabbed Ethan and threw him into a nearby cabinet before pulling Aiden off Stiles, "I said, stop!"

"It's me, Scott. I swear it's me." Stiles pleaded with his best friend, "I don't know where I've been the last two days or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise."

All four of them eyed the boy wearily, still not fully trusting him after everything that happened. "You know what happened at the hospital?" Ethan asked him.

"I know more than that." Stiles sighed, walking over to a bag on the floor and crouching down, "You see this?" He held up a folded piece of paper before beginning to unravel it, "It's a blueprint of the hospital's electrical wiring. You see all these markings in red? That's my handwriting. I know I did this. I caused the accident. And everything in this bag, it's all stuff that could be part of something bigger."

Rope, extension cords and several other power tools were visible at the top of the duffle bag, Ethan picking up a tool in disbelief, "What the hell have you been up to?"

"I think something worse." Stiles said, nervously. "A lot worse."

"What the hell were you doing?" Aiden asked with a scoff, taking an item out of the bag after rummaging through it, "Building a terminator?"

"Thank you for that." Stiles said sarcastically.

Scott ignored the two boys, spotting a piece of paper in the bag, "Guys, this is a map."

Evelyn looked down at the map, seeing a red line across it, she pointed down at it, "Isn't that the cross country trail?"

"That's the Tate car." Scott commented, observing the map, "Where Malia Tate's family died."

Stiles sighed as he corrected his best friend, "You mean that's where her father put the steel jawed traps."

༄༄༄

The group ran across the pass where the rest of the students were, Stiles yelling out, "Scott! Stop, stop, stop! Everyone stop!" The boy bent down and felt around the ground, stopping when his hand touched something, picking it up and revealing a long length of chain.

Coach clapped sarcastically for the boy, "Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain. Can somebody now please tell me what the hells going on?"

As Coach walked forward, Evelyn noticed his foot trigger a wire, "Hey, Coach!"

However, her warning wasn't heard in time as an arrow came flying through the air and into Coach's abdomen. The man looked down at it as he muttered, "Oh, crap." He fell backwards on the ground as everyone rushed over to him.

"Get it out of me!" Coach screamed in a panic, "Get it out of me! Get it out of me!"

"Coach-." Stiles tried but was quickly shut down, "Oh, my god, I'm going to die! Get it out of me! I'm going to die!"

"Coach." Stiles said again, pressing a hand against the man's stomach, "Coach, you're not gonna die."

"I'm going to die!" Coach yelled again, completely ignoring the boy.

"It will hurt less if you stop moving-." Evelyn tried, but was also ignored, "Get that thing out of me."

Evelyn looked up and nodded to Aiden, understanding what the girl meant, he looked back at the crowd of students, "Get back! Get back! Give him some room! Get back!"

After the students were far enough away so it couldn't be seen, Scott grabbed Coach's hand and began taking his pain away, the two releasing small gasps at the feeling.

Watching Coach pass out, Evelyn was quick to exclaim, "Scott, stop it, he's not even conscious anymore."

"I could've killed him." Stiles brought their attention over to him, "I could've killed him, right? What if it was his head or his throat?"

"But it wasn't." Scott assured him, "And he's going to be alright."

Aiden seemed to hear something they didn't, perking his head up and looking around, "I think I just heard an ambulance coming."

Stiles sighed, "And my dad."

༄༄༄

"Scott." Ethan called out from his place at the trunk of the jeep, "You better look at this."

The two walked over to Ethan's side, looking down at the new items taken from the duffel bag which was wrapping paper and string, "This is the same wrapping paper we used for Coach's birthday present."

"Wasn't that William Barrow's thing?" Ethan asked him, "A bomb made from nails and bolts all wrapped in a birthday present? Where'd it go off?"

The realization hit both Evelyn and Scott like a truck, the two glancing at each other and then back at their human friend who was talking to his dad, "On a school bus."

༄༄༄

Evelyn and her friends bolted inside the Sheriff's station, looking around in shock at all the damage the bomb had caused. At first they had gone to diffuse the bomb on the school bus but when they got there they figured out that it wasn't there and it was in fact at the Sheriff's station. "Get me an ambulance here, at the Sheriff's station. We've got an explosion. We got multiple officers down. Multiple officers down. We need an ambulance ASAP. On the double."

Evelyn heard Stiles's voice from the other side of the station, quickly hurrying over to it, "Scott?! Scott?" The two knelt down at Stiles's side, "Can you do something? Take his pain away? Anything to make it easier?"

Evelyn quickly shook her head, "He's already taken a lot of pain today, it could just do more harm than good."

However, the girl was unfortunately ignored as Scott grabbed the deputy's hand, both males winced at the painful feeling, the deputy only managed to sit up an inch before he collapsed back to the ground with his last breath.

They just stood in shock for a moment before Stilinski ushered them away, but just as they were about to leave they were stopped by a panicked Kira, "The Oni. They're coming."

"Stiles, we gotta get you outta here." Scott said with immediately with a panic.

Stiles nodded distractedly, Evelyn grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the Sheriff's station.

༄༄༄

Stiles's jeep skirted to a stop at the animal clinic, the teens quickly jumping out of it and running towards the back entrance. Only they were stopped by the exact thing they were trying to avoid, the Oni.

"Stiles, get inside!" Scott yelled at his best friend, tossing him the keys to the clinic. Soon after the human boy got inside, the fight began. Evelyn ducked under the sword that was swung at her, kicking back the Oni that came at her. It became three against three as Kira joined the fight and assisted them in taking the Oni down.

Evelyn became enraged when she watched one of the Oni stab their sword into Scott's stomach, yelling out for him. She kicked the Oni she was fighting to the ground as she ran towards the boy, Stiles doing the same, "All right, come on. Get him inside! Get him inside!"

Evelyn followed closely behind her friends as they got inside the clinic, closing the door behind them and putting a hand against it, creating a bigger boundary that would be even harder to get through, "Inteo."

She walked back over to her friends, seeing Scott leaning against an exam table with Kira in front of him, but just as she was about to take the sword out, her hand was grabbed, 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 shaking his head almost mockingly before slamming her head against the table, rendering her unconscious.

Evelyn's face physically dropped in both realization and horror as 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 turned her way, "You really thought you could escape me?"

His question was obviously rhetorical as he began walking towards her, Evelyn backing up slowly, knowing there was no way to get away from him while Scott watched on in worry, "I've been around for even longer than your family, little one, you really should be more careful. I thought Indu would have taught you that."

He backed her against the wall, placing a hand against the wall beside her head so she couldn't move past him, "I know how much pain you're in, Evie, I can feel it, even just a little."

He leaned down so his face was dangerously close to hers as he whispered, "Now, I want 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦." That was the only warning the Tribrid got before she felt the air leave her lungs, feeling as if the life was being sucked out of her. Clearly, not satisfied with what he was getting from her, the Nogistune smashed his lips forcefully on hers as she gasped in shock.

From only a few feet away, Scott watched the interaction in terror, normally he would have been upset but that was not his best friend that his crush was kissing, "You're gonna kill her! Evie, please, fight it!" The boy had no idea what would happen when the Nogitsune took seventeen years worth of Evelyn's pain but he knew it would be nothing good.

His pleads went unheard as Evelyn stumbled forward and into the Nogistune's arms, collapsing against his chest as their lips finally detached, "Aw, poor Evelyn, such a powerful being yet such a weak person."

He allowed the Mikaelson's body to drop to the ground, turning back towards the distressed Alpha, "Cheer up, Scott." He said, moving in front of him, "She was just one person in a long line of collateral damage."

The Nogistune drummed his fingers across the sword handle, "You okay?"

"Please don't." Scott begged, "Stop."

"It's okay." 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 reassured before grabbing ahold of the handle on the sword and the boys shoulder, beginning to twist it, "Does it hurt? Hey, look at me. You really should have done your reading, Scott. See, a Nogitsune feeds of chaos, strife and pain. This morning, you took it from Issac, then you took it from Coach. And then from a dying Deputy. All that pain. You took it all." He grabbed Scott's face tightly, "Now, give it to me."

Evelyn watched weakly from the floor, barely conscious as black veins traveled from Scott's cheek and up Stiles's arms, "You really have to learn, Scott." The Nogitsune said, "You really have to learn not to trust a fox. Know why? 'Cause they're tricksters. They'll fool you. They'll fool everyone."

"Not everyone." Deaton appeared out of nowhere, sticking a needle in 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴'𝘴 neck, the boy falling to the ground as he fell unconscious.

"What was that?" Scott asked, breathing heavily after the sword was removed from his stomach. "Was that a cure? Is he okay?"

"The fox is poisoned." Deaton responded, "But it's not dead. Not yet." With those final words, Evelyn allowed herself to slip into unconsciousness, her eyes fluttering shut.

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