Chapter 41. Using the Word Werewolf in Public

My world was crashing down around me. I had no idea what I was going to do with trying to save Stiles. It’s pretty much out of my control at this point. There is a barrier in my mind— a barrier that Noshiko put there, and until that barrier is broken the Nogitsune isn’t going to leave Stiles alone.

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I struggled in the restraints on the wheelchair. Malia still hasn’t woken up, and Stiles has been gone for God knows how long. The basement was still dark, so I assumed the sun wasn’t out— thanks to the holes in the ceiling from the outside.

I figured that she would be strong enough to break the restraints when she came to and the Haldol wore off. I let my head fall back against the wheelchair, I was exhausted. Physically and mentally.

This whole situation is just a big mess. Stiles was never the one that the Nogitsune wanted. He just took him because he was the closest thing to me— it was either him or Scott, and I guess Stiles was easier to control. With Scott being a werewolf I don’t see how a fox could take control of him.

Oh, how the hell should I know? None of this makes a damn bit of sense to me at all.

I just want to get out of here so I could find Stiles, so I can help him— save him, even. I know that the only way I will be able to save him is if I give myself up, and that the moment I do… the Nogitsune is going to use me to cause more chaos.

But this is Stiles.

He’s not just some guy. He’s not a silly high school boyfriend who isn’t going to mean a damn thing in four years. I love him. I love him with every fiber of my being and it’s because of that love, that I am not going to let him be consumed by this darkness. I’m not going to let him die because of me.

“Oh, my head,” Malia groaned from beside me.

I glanced over at her quickly, her eyes were squinted as she realized that her limbs were strapped down. The Haldol still had a grip on her because she was barely moving, “What happened?”

“A very, very long story. Can you break through the straps? We’ve kind of been down here for a few hours and they’re probably looking for us.” I stressed. I doubt they would check for us in the basement but who knows.

Malia winced as she attempted to lift her arm, “What did Oliver give me?”

“Haldol,” I sighed, “the same shit that Brunski gave Stiles and I earlier. It’s a bitch to wake up from.”

She chuckled dryly, “I’ve noticed.”

Her eyes roamed around the room. Oliver was still passed out on the floor by the chair that Stiles had been in, the drill a few feet from his hands. I could see the pharmaceutical haze in her vision from over here, and I knew it was going to take her a while to recover.

I let out another sigh and let my eyelids close. It was a relief to not have to look at anything in this god awful basement. If I wasn’t so afraid of what I would dream about, I would take a nap and try to rid myself of this exhaustion.

Everything is falling apart. I thought that maybe, just once, if I did something— if I tried to help and not tell anyone about it, then maybe it would work. Maybe I could save everyone and not lose anything in the process.

I had been so wrong.

Stiles is gone, and who knows for how long. And when he gets back, I’m going to be gone. The Nogitsune is going to take me and more than likely run very far away from Beacon Hills. To a place where not a single person knows who I am, so he can use me to start his never-ending conquest of destroying everything that’s good in the world.

There’s so much pain and suffering in the world, and I’m his key to all of it. With me he has 24/7 access to pain, strife, and even chaos. He doesn’t have to orchestrate a damn thing— it’s all at his fingertips.

I’m a literal danger to society and they don’t even know it yet.

My head was aching, whether it was from exhaustion, dehydration, or my ability… is beyond me. I just want it to go away. I don’t want my ability anymore. I never did in the first place, to be completely honest. I never wanted this. I didn’t ask for Peter to bite me that night.

I didn’t ask for any of this.

What did I do to deserve this? What did Stiles, Scott, Allison, Lydia— hell, even Derek, do to deserve this?

Nothing. The answer is absolutely nothing.

I can remember that night perfectly… the night when Peter bit me. I can remember leaving the dance because I had to pee, because I didn’t go before I left like I should have. I can remember Peter cornering me in the hallway. I can remember him dragging me outside, my shoes nearly snapping my ankles in half as I tried to keep up with him. I can remember seeing Lydia and the panic pumping through my chest as she bled out in front of me. I can remember hating Scott for going into the woods that night because it led to this. I can remember Peter telling me I would have made a wonderful beta. I remember him biting me. I remember the pain and worst of all, I remember hearing Stiles scream my name as my body hit the ground.

Malia moaned as she rolled her head around on her shoulders, “I feel like I was hit with a bus.”

I sighed, “Yeah, I’m familiar with the sensation… can you get out yet?”

“Is he going to… uh, you know?” she asked before her eyes darted to Oliver. He didn’t appear to be waking up anytime soon. The Nogistune hit him with every ounce of power that Stiles had in him.

My gut was telling me that he was only doing what he did because of the Nogitsune, but that didn’t mean that he still wasn’t crazy— and that definitely didn’t mean that he wouldn’t attack us if he woke back up.

“To be honest,” I breathed out, “I have no idea. So, let’s move this along.”

“I’m trying.” she huffed. I watched her attempt to pull her wrists free from the leather straps, but she was still too weak. The Haldol was still holding her in it’s grasp. I can’t sit down here much longer, I’m starting to lose my composure.

I’ve never been held hostage like this, well apart from the Matt situation— but that was different. Matt was there, and so was Jackson in his Kanima form. Stiles’ isn’t here, he left, and when he left… I was still strapped to a chair.

Matt Dahler and the Kanima situation seems like ages ago, compared to what we’re dealing with now. Honestly, I would rather have a dozen Kanima’s running around Beacon Hills than this one Nogitsune.

At least the Kanima can be killed or cured.

The Nogitsune seems pretty unstoppable at this point.

“Are you going to tell me anything or just expect me to not ask any questions?” Malia asked after a moment of silence.

I shot her a look, “What do you want me to tell you? That my boyfriend is currently possessed by a psychotic evil Nogitsune and he could be out murdering people while we’re stuck down here and there isn’t a single thing I could do about it? Or, how about how the Nogitsune wants to get in my head but he can’t because some woman put another Japanese spirit in my head to keep the Nogitsune out and now there is this block in my head and until the Nogsitune can break it, he is going to hurt Stiles just to prove a point.”

Malia was silent, as I expected her to be. She probably thinks that I’m actually crazy and that’s why I’m locked up here, because that story made me think I was crazy.

“Well,” she said awkwardly, “uh, so you’re telling me that’s why you and Stiles were here?”

I nodded, “Yeah. It was supposed to prevent this very thing from happening but guess that kind-of backfired, so here we are.”

“I mean, I’m sure it’s going to work out… you do have a plan to stop the uh, Nogitsune, right?” she asked, genuinely interested.

I glanced at her, “I’m working on it. Can you get out yet?”

Malia jerked her hands upwards and the leather straps snapped. I let out a sigh of relief, “Thank God.”

She clambered out of the chair and fell over to mine, struggling for a moment before she tugged on the straps on my wrists and ripped them apart. I rubbed at the raw skin and slid out of the chair, stepping over Oliver as I made my way to the hole in the wall, where the Nogitsune’s body was.

I snatched the photo that I had found off the floor and then pulled the Katana away from the body. These could be important, and we’re going to need any advantage over the Nogitsune that we can find.

“What is that? Oh my God, is that a dead body?” Malia gasped as she walked up behind me.

I sighed and stood up, clutching the Katana to my chest, “That’s him. That’s the Nogitsune.”

“He’s in the wall?” she asked in confusion.

I shook my head from side to side, “No. He’s in my boyfriend.”

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Malia and I had crept back down the hallway, praying that the orderlies weren’t out and about just strolling around. I mean, I was carrying a sword and I figured if Brunski found me with a weapon, 5 doses of Haldol would be the least of my worries.

“Stiles promised me,” Malia said quickly, “he promised me that he would tell your brother to help me turn back into a coyote.”

My eyes widened in amusement, “Don’t worry. After he finds his best friend who could be dead or killing someone, I’m sure helping you is at the top of his to-do list.”

“You don’t understand… I can’t live like this. I need to turn back.” she said with a sigh. I totally understood. Hello, I can’t live the way I’ve been living anymore. I need to turn back into a human. Being an Admonere is not all it’s cracked up to be.

It’s literally killing me.

“He’ll help you. But, Stiles is the main priority right now.” I dead-panned. My legs were aching and I just wanted to sit down, but I still had several sets of stairs to climb to get to Morrell’s office.

She was the only option I had, even though she betrayed me and lied to me. I need her help.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? If she did set you up… why are you going to her for help?” Malia asked as we pushed through the double doors of the stairwell.

I had caught her up on the entire Morrell situation. I know that I said I didn’t trust her, but I needed to talk to someone about it. And plus, she has been helpful— even though she punched Stiles, and grabbed him in a more than friendly way, I have to respect the fact that she is standing by my side through all of this when it would be easier to just leave.

“She’s the only person that can help me get the hell out of this place.” I mumbled. It was true, she had the ability to dismiss me and get me out. I need to get out. Coming here was a terrible idea.

It only made things worse. The echoes of my mistakes were bouncing around these hallways as I swallowed my pride and pushed the door to Morrell’s office open.

She was sitting at her desk, a manilla folder open in front of her. When she heard the door slam open, her eyes widened and she gasped. Malia and I probably looked psychotic, standing in the doorway in the states we were in, but whatever.

“Kasey… I can explain—“

I held a hand up, “Save it. I need you to get me out of here. I don’t care how you do it but I need out. He got Stiles, your stupid plan backfired and he got him.”

“Where did Stiles go?” she asked in confusion.

Malia glanced at Morrell in annoyance. It was nice to know that she was on my side in this particular argument.

“I have no idea,” I snapped hatefully, “that’s why I’m here. He almost killed Stiles once, and he’ll do it again. So, get your Phd hat on and write me a dismissal letter or something because I need to be out of here by tomorrow morning.”

Morrell nodded, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“No,” Malia said as she folded her arms across her chest, “you’re going to actually do it because if you don’t some very important official’s will hear about how you framed a patient for stealing pills that you planted on her.”

The room fell silent after Malia’s threat. I was just as surprised as Morrell was. I had no idea that Malia would actually stick up for me, or let alone threaten Morrell after having heard of her deception.

“Oh, and while you’re at it,” Malia added with a smirk, “discharge me as well.”

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Being back in my house took so much stress off of me. I could literally feel the difference in how much easier it was to breathe when I was in my bedroom. My mom and Scott picked me up from Eichan House at about nine this morning. Morrell had said that I was perfectly fine and suffered a mental breakdown from anxiety— which ended with me being scheduled a doctor’s appointment in a few days to set up some medication, but that’s not important.

I got out, that’s all that matters.

I took a shower first, then I slipped into a dress that had a knitted top with long sleeves and a mid-thigh yellow, gold, and black floral printed skirt. The sleeves of the dress were a bit long, and they covered my hands. Once my shoes were on, I headed downstairs where Scott was waiting.

Apparently while I was in Eichan House, some major shit went down. Scott, Allison, Lydia, Kira, and the twins managed to steal some sort of scroll from the Sheriff Station as they were transporting it to federal lockup. The scroll was in a prosethic silver finger, which came from Katashi— the dead guy that Derek and Argent had been arrested for.

The scroll explained a way to get the Nogitsune out of Stiles— and as soon as Scott told me that, I knew that the plan was going to change. It’s not going to be in Stiles much longer.

“You feeling better?” Scott asked with a faint smile. He was leaning against the wall by the front door, waiting for me with the car keys in his hands. He knew how I felt about riding on the back of his motorcycle. It freaks me out.

I shrugged, “I guess. I mean my boyfriend is missing and possessed by an evil spirit that wants to possess me so it can like destroy all the happiness in the world, so there’s that.”

“Kasey,” he sighed with a shake of his head, “you can’t think like that. We have a plan, we’re going to save Stiles and get rid of the Nogitsune before it has the chance to get to you.”

Scott was wrong, which wasn’t anything unusual. I’m always the twin that’s right, but for once I wish that I wasn’t. I wish that Scott’s blind optimism could actually be the reality of that situation. But it’s not, and it never can be.

“Okay,” I sighed in defeat. I was too exhausted to argue with him. I haven’t really slept since that dose of Haldol that Brunski so generously gave me yesterday.

I’m too afraid to sleep.

Scott frowned and opened his arms up, “Hey, come here.” he mumbled. I took the few steps towards him and relaxed against him as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Stiles’ hugs were my favorite, but Scott’s were a close second.

“We’re gonna find him, and we’re gonna save him.” he assured me. I nodded reluctantly. I knew that we were going to save him, because I was going to be the one to do it. I was going to let the Nogitsune in so he would leave Stiles the hell alone.

I just have to wait until he figures out how to break the barrier in my mind. Once he does that, then Stiles will be okay.

Scott gave me a squeeze before pulling out of the embrace and pushed my hair out of my face, “Do you want to drive? I’m willing to put my life at risk if it’ll make you feel better, so…”

I smacked his arm, “Shut up. You have to drive, I have no idea where Kira even lives.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “that’s right. Well, guess we won’t be dying today.”

I shot him a look, “Are you going to tell me what the scroll said or make up false accusations about my driving all day?”

“The scroll said that we need to change the host.” Scott stated as he pushed open the front door, pulling my arm with him. I barely managed to close the door before he had tugged me to the car.

I rose an eyebrow in confusion, “Change the host? Like, let it possess someone else? Because that’s just common sense.”

He shook his head from side to side, “No, like change the body of the host.”

“Again,” I sighed, “if that means getting inside of a new person— common sense.”

Scott sighed, “No, Kasey. I mean like change Stiles into a werewolf.”

I started to cough, due to how quickly I had sucked in a breath. I pulled my hands up to my mouth as I tried to calm the coughing fit down. Scott was watching me with wide eyes as he placed a hand on my back, rubbing it to try and soothe me.

“You—you can’t bite Stiles,” I stammered as I shot him the most dubious look I could muster. Stiles does not want to be a werewolf. He wants to be Stiles, and if Scott bites him—he’s going to lose himself.

My brother has always been an idiot, but this is by far the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.

“We don’t have a choice,” Scott declared, “not one that keeps you from being taken next.” He added as I opened my mouth to argue.

I shook my head from side to side rapidly, “No. Scottt, just— just no. If you do this, if you bite him without his consent, you’re doing exactly what Peter did to you, me, and Lydia. You’re taking away his choice. You’re forcing him to live with something that he doesn’t want. I’m sorry, but no. I’m not going to let you bite him.”

“What the hell else can we do, Kasey?!” Scott shouted, his calm facade had cracked and his anger was pouring out of him. He slammed his fist down onto the hood of the car, and I jumped back in surprise.

I’ve never seen him actually lash out and hit anything— let alone the hood of the car, that he is going to end up having to pay to get replaced…

Scott was breathing heavily as he glanced at me, “You’re not letting that thing inside of you— not when we don’t know what it’s capable of doing. This is our best bet, and believe me when I say that Stiles would be up for it if it meant that you weren’t put at risk.”

I don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or the fact that Scott and Stiles always baby me, but something inside me snapped. I could feel the resolve shrink away as the beautiful rage stepped up the plate, ready to knock Scott’s stupid response out of the park.

“I’m going to do whatever it is that I have to do, Scott. I’m so sick of you two never letting me help, especially when I’m the key to this entire damn thing! Bite me. Let the Nogitsune get inside of me and bite me.” I snapped, letting my thought process be heard.

His face scrunched up in confusion, “That won’t work— you’re already an Admonere.”

“Exactly,” I breathed out in annoyance, “the plan should still work. Deucalion said I could be a werewolf, he said that it’s rare, but that doesn’t mean that it won’t happen. I can still go through the transition. Bite me, okay? It’ll work.”

He shook his head from side to side, “We don’t know that for sure, we need to talk to Deaton about it first.”

“Okay,” I said as I pulled the car door open, “to the Animal Clinic then.”

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“You want to have Scott bite you?” Deaton asked in confusion, his eyes darting from Scott and myself as he tried to process what I had just told him.

I didn’t waste any time. When we walked in and found him in the back, cleaning up the examination table, I got straight to the point. I proposed my plan, and he didn’t seem to follow. I had to catch him up on everything that I found out while in Eichan House.

I didn’t miss the look of disappointment on his face when I had told him of what his sister did to me, but that wasn’t the point.

“Yes. I might turn, I might not— and I don’t think the bite can kill me, because if it’s just a wound from a Supernatural creature, I’ll heal, right? If the bite doesn’t take?” I asked, praying that my assumption was right.

He bit his lip and bobbed his head from side to side unsurely, “I told you before, we don’t have much information on Admonere’s.. they’re rare. But, technically speaking, yes, if the bite doesn’t take you should heal. And it should expel the Nogitsune.”

“Alright, so new plan. We—“

“But,” Deaton cut me off, “changing the host is not going to kill the Nogitsune. It will only expel it from your body. You need to take the shot while you have it, while it’s weak, and that would be the time to strike.”

Scott folded his arms across his chest, “Okay, so how do we kill it?”

“Well, that wasn’t in the scroll.” Deaton replied.

I let out a bitter laugh, “I know someone who would know how to kill it.”

“Who?” Scott asked as he turned his head to face me.

My eyes fell to the floor, “Kira’s mom.”

“This looks just like me. This has to be my grandmother.” Kira stated as she flipped the picture over her hand.

I nodded, “I figured it was a relative. Stiles’ and I also found that Katana that Scott has. We found them with a body buried behind a wall in the basement. The same backwards five that the Oni put on you two apparently was on the wall.”

Scott glanced at her uneasily, “Kasey and I were thinking… well, it sounds like it all goes back to your family. Your grandmother, your mom.”

Kira’s phone started buzzing on the bed. She sat the picture down and pulled the phone up so she could read the text. Her eyes went wide.

“What is it?” Scott asked in a panic.

She swallowed nervously, “My dad.”

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I didn’t want to face Kira’s mom— not because I was scared, although that was part of it, but also because I didn’t know if she would try anything while I was around her. Scott and Kira agreed with wanting to keep me away from her, at least until we know what is going on. So, Scott dropped the car and I back off at the house while he and Kira took his motorcycle to the school, with the Katana and photograph.

Even though I would like to just sit at home and relax, I can’t do that. So when I got the text from Sheriff Stilinski, telling me that Derek and Argent were being released and that he wanted me there— I got in the car and made my way over to the station, thankful that I didn’t have to walk this time.

It took nine minutes for me to get there, and by the time I walked through the door, Deputy Parrish was returning Argent his belongings that they had confiscated from his apartment.

“Sorry, but I can’t let you walk out with this. It’s way above the legal voltage limit.” Parrish said as he held up one of the stun sticks that were intended for werewolves.

I snuck over to them, popping up beside Derek. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and I almost wanted to take a picture of it. I didn’t even know that he owned a white shirt, let alone would actually wear it in public.

Derek sensed my precense and turned his head. He smiled sarcastically, “About time. I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.”

“Well excuse me for driving the speed limit and obeying traffic laws,” I snapped, “and for not being a werewolf with the ability to run extremely fast.”

He rolled his eyes, “What have I told you about using the word werewolf in public?”

“Nothing,” I dead-panned, “You have never said anything to me about using the word werewolf in public.”

Deputy Parrish cleared his throat, obviously Derek and I were interrupting his conversation he was having with Allison’s dad. I shot him a look, regardless of how cute he was, he can’t just clear his throat at me— thinking he runs this place, shit, I know more about the inner-workings of this force than he does.

“I only use it for hunting,” Argent said awkwardly, in regards to his stun-stick think.

Derek shot him a look, and I snorted. I wonder how many times he’s been hit with one of those things?

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure you could use it to jump start a 747.” Parrish said with a stern look.

Argent took a step forward, “This property belongs to me and the charges were dropped. Although, I’m not exactly sure who’s responsible for that.”

“I am. I’ll take care of this, Parrish.” Sheriff Stilinski said as he appeared next to Chris. I smiled faintly, I haven’t talked to him since the night Stiles went missing.

Parrish leaned forward on the counter, “Sheriff, I’m not kidding. This thing’s a few watts from being a lightsaber.”

“I said I’ll take care of it,” Sheriff Stilinski declared with finality as he grabbed the stick away from Parrish. Again, I snorted.

Sheriff Stilinski focussed his attention on us, “You three, my office, now.”

“The specialist I saw in LA told me the thing that every doctor says when he’s trying to avoid a lawsuit. “We can’t say for sure.”  And then I spoke with Melissa. These are brain scans. My wife’s and Stiles’… I knew they were similar, but those are the same.” Sheriff Stilinski said as he handed me the MRI photo’s.

He was right. The images were identical.

That’s not possible, is it?

“Exactly the same.” he added as Argent took the photo’s from me, so he could get a better look at them.

Derek quirked an eyebrow, “And I’m guessing this isn’t possible?”

“Not even remotely.” Sheriff Stilinski replied with a shake of his head.

I let out a sigh, “So the trickster is still playing tricks. This whole time, he was leading us to believe that Stiles had this terrible disease— he even had me believing it because I was dreaming about it before he was even diagnosed with it.”

Derek sighed and placed the palms of his hands on the desk, “But why this trick?”

“When I was in the Army, an officer told me, “If you want to defeat your enemy, you don’t take away their courage. You take away their hope.”

Argent was watching Stiles’ dad in confusion, “You don’t look like a man who gives up hope easily.”

“But Stiles might,” he said.

Derek glanced at me, “And Kasey might too.”

They were right. I had pretty much given up all hope in general. This was all another plan that the Nogitsune put in place. He’s been one step ahead of us this entire time. I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am.

“If this thing inside him, if it’s using his mother’s disease as some sort of psychological trick, then this isn’t just a fight for his body. It’s also a fight for his mind, right?” Papa Stilinski said, you could hear the aforementioned hope in his voice.

Argent glanced down at the table, “You know, he’s left people severely injured”

“And other’s severely dead.” Derek added.

Sheriff Stilinski swallowed dryly, “That’s why I need the three of you. I need people who are experienced in this kind of thing. I need you to help me stop him.”

Yes, Mister Stilinski. Keep going.

“And by stop him, you mean trap him?” Argent asked.

The room was silent as Sheriff Stilinski nodded. He handed the “lightsaber” as Parrish called it. Well, I guess now we were going to trap my boyfriend— in order to save his life. Whenever Derek is involved in these types of plans, they always go wrong.

I hope this time is different.

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This episode is hard to write. The stupid flashback thing ruined my flow, and now I have no idea what to do with myself because 80% of this chapter was stuff that I made up, lol.

Anyway, I hope you all are enjoying this update a day thing, because it's stressing me out.

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