runswithwolvesx - gets a starter from allison because stallison
breathing hard, allison notched another bow and let it fly, the arrow finding its mark, but doing no damage. she knew that it wouldn’t, but she wanted to see if she could slow it down as she made her way back to the elevator. hands shook as she reached back to her quiver, only to find it empty. when her back pressed up against the cool metal of the elevator doors, she dropped her bow and shot out a hand to press the down button, other hand falling to her waist to remove one of the ring daggers from her belt.
heart hammered against her chest as she kept her eyes on the advancing figure, having to constantly remind herself that it wasn’t actually stiles. she had to keep in mind that it was only taking his form to make it harder on her, her friends. why was this elevator taking so long?
taking a deep breath through her nose, she closed her eyes briefly. fleetingly, she wondered where her friends were. she hoped they were safe. eyes opened once again and she felt her stomach drop - as the figure had disappeared. head whipped around to search for it - not taking notice of the ding the elevator made when it stopped. she barely had time to react as the doors flew open and she landed backward into the elevator - only to come face to face with the nogistune once again. before she was able to scramble out, the doors slid closed again and she was trapped.
As an arrow sunk into his flesh, the male’s twisted smile curved tighter, plastered across his sickening features. The lighting engulfing his form flickered, casting eerie shadows upon the walls as he sauntered towards the scrambling huntress approaching the elevator. Firmly, one of his hands gripped at the arrow embedded in the host’s form, grip tight around the length of the object. With one hasty tug, the arrow was dislodged and tossed aside with ease, a light clattering sound as it hit the floor.
Each step closer to the woman was intoxicating, devious stare unfaltering. Playing mind games with a target was fun but witnessing the fear, feeling the chaotic energy in a face-to-face interaction was far more delightful and all consuming. “I told you before. You can’t get rid of me.” Stiles had all but vanished, the nogitsune completely in control now.
Examining Allison, he simply studied her over and over with his raking eyes down her form. There was a very apparent sense of overwhelming fear and he was relishing in it, soaking it up. While the elevator doors closed once more, Void knew that Allison wasn’t leaving that easily. Desire to finish what he’d started once, desire to claim her life pumped in his veins.