Victoria Stilinski never knew that her long time crush would even look at her let alone hook up with her. Just like she never would have expected that a one night stand with said crush would lead to such drastic changes in her life.
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Chapter Forty-Two Get Out of My Head
Derek, Mr. Argent, and I never ended up making it to Eichen House, thankfully. My dad called us and we had to go back to my house instead, I guess there was a break-in. "What is all this? What are these sticky notes for?" Mr. Argent asked when we got to Stiles' room.
Something was different. Someone had been in here, and I'd know, I cleaned it a week ago. My dad looked down at the chess board, "this is what Stiles used to try and explain to me about... all of you."
Allison nodded, "well, maybe it's a message from Stiles--the real Stiles." I closed my eyes, standing in the middle of the room, a feeling of wooziness overcame me. Something's not right. "Do you think there's any reason my name's on the king?" Derek's voice broke through my concentration.
"You're guarded, now will everyone please shut up for one moment!" I snapped, and as their voices quieted, the room fell away. I was standing with Scott, or I was watching myself stand with Scott, we were standing by a grave, crying. I slowly walked toward the headstone, the other me and Scott drifted away.
Stiles Stilinski... brother, son, friend.... died young. I fell backward from the tombstone. No, no... this can't be real. "Get out of my head!" I screamed, turning back around, and just like that I was in an all black room.
A man stood before me, wearing cloth wrapped around his entire body with a single slit for his mouth. I tilted my head at him, who was he? "You're smarter than you look, seer." His voice sounded pained.
"Who are you?" I asked, glaring at him. The man laughed, his body moved robotically, one joint at a time. "When is a door not a door?" When is a door not a door-- My eyes widened. "You're the nogitsune." I began running toward him, "You better get out of my brother's head you--"
I was back in Stiles' room, a gasp left my lips and my eyes flew open. I could feel two hands on my shoulders, I looked up to meet my eyes with Allison's wide ones. I furrowed my brows, looking at everyone. "Someone is going to die, but it's not Stiles." That's the only way my vision makes sense.
The nogitsune wouldn't be able to take away my ability because he doesn't have full access to my head, but he's manipulating them to try and scare me. That would explain my vision yesterday, I would never kill Stiles even if he was trying to kill me and I would never have a gun on me. "The nogitsune is trying to mess with my head." I gave Allison a small smile, thanking her for the comfort, and her hands dropped.
"What do you mean the nogitsune is messing with your head?" Allison asked, a concern I'd never heard directed at me, fell from her lips. "He's been messing with my visions trying to convince me that Stiles is going to die, he's trying to get me to give up." I realized with determination flooding me.
Mr. Argent looked from me to Allison, "He's at the loft right now." I looked at all of them, "let's go then!" Argent sighed, "this couldn't sound any more like a trap." My dad shook his head, "I don't think it is..."
