lights out. | awolfinamask
LISTEN, STILES KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA. he knew from the moment he decided to do it. but did that stop him? ( did it ever ? ) no. of course it didn’t. should he have fallen head over heels for the most popular girl in school? should he have wandered into the middle of the woods with scott to find half a body? absolutely not. and should he have followed a suspicious dude halfway through town in the middle of the night all alone?
he knows it was a bad idea.
but the guy seemed to be following a young woman, and all logic left stiles’s mind and now here he is, locked in a one-on-one death match with some sort of overpowered beast with eyes like black liquid, like tar or molasses. and he’s pretty sure he’s never been so frightened in his life, with his baseball bat in shards on the ground six feet from him, and the grinning beast’s hand tightening around his throat. there’s a bruise forming on his cheekbone and he tastes blood coming from the slit in his lower lip, and now he can’t breathe. he claws at the unfamiliar fingers and kicks at the body before him, to no avail.
before he knows it, the beast throws his head back and a thick black plume of smoke leaves his mouth, billowing towards the sky, before looping right back around to consume stiles. he thinks, if his breathing wasn’t already restricted, he’d be choking regardless. it feels like it’s forcing its way down his throat to pool into his chest, and he squeezes his eyes shut to try and keep himself from hyperventilating.
and when he reopens his eyes, his vision is covered in a thin black haze; the beast’s body is now on the floor before him, but his voice is in stiles’s head.
