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[December 9th] [Teen Wolf] Wearing Your Skin to School
Title: Wearing Your Skin to School
Day/Prompt: 9.Do you want to become a demon too?
Series: Teen Wolf
Character: Stiles
Rating: G
The reason for the snow-storm was not what either Stiles or Derek had expected. Because, really, who ever expects demons?
Stiles hadn't, he knew he hadn't. Okay, sure, he had read about them, but had never really thought that they would ever see one. Because that, that was another kettle of fish entirely, because Stiles had never thought of demons as anything other than religious creatures, not as being part of the supernatural. He hadn't believed that they were actually a thing that existed.
Maybe he should have. Maybe he really, really should have. Because now he was very knowledgeable and utterly convinced over their existence.
Stiles just wished it was by any other means than by having one possessing his body. The thing had tried to, had wanted to possess his body after he'd left by dying it but had become impatient after it's “let's have it snow like never before in Beacon Hills so Stiles Stilinski freezes to death and I can possess his dead cold corpse” plan had backfired. Or so much Stiles assumed, as the demon never said anything about it outright.
And now the demon wanted to kill Derek because Derek had saved Stiles life and thus put a wrench in it's plans.
The thought of Derek dying was terrifying. Even more so when the demon made it perfectly crystal clear to Stiles that Derek would die by his hands, that Stiles' hands would be soaked in Derek's blood and Derek would think that it was Stiles killing him.
Stiles didn't want Derek to die. And the rest, of being there and seeing it all and feeling Derek die because of what his body was doing, even when he wasn't himself in control of it... it made Stiles feel sick.
But he didn't know enough to try and kick the demon out of his body. Why the thing would even want to posses his 147 pounds of fragile skin and bones, Stiles had no idea. He kicked and screamed as the demon wore his skin, walked in his shoes and just had a riot in his body. It was terrifying. Mostly since the demon kept telling him about all the things that it wanted to do, what he would do. Like injuring Stiles' body so that, even if the demon was exorcised, Stiles would die. And that... that filled Stiles which dread, utter unadulterated dread right down to his bones, slinking around his thoughts where he's stuffed into a corner of his mind while the demon runs the show.
But not as much as the demon's plans of killing Derek and making him watch.
* * *
The demon walks Stiles' body out of the hospital, after having slunk in when Derek had left before being caught by a nurse. Stiles had fallen asleep when Derek had left and then, then he had been walking but had had no control over his limbs. He had tried to scream but no voice had come out. He had tried to move his body, stop his legs from walking, move his arms, anything. Nothing had happened. Then he had heard the voice, slick and amused, filling his head, slithering against his own thoughts, now trapped in his head.
'You can't do anything, you know.'
The hell? Stiles is astonished that the thought, that his inner voice, succeeds in sounding panicked. This is not happening. It isn't.
'It is, kid. Just sit back for the ride.' The voice, someone else inside his fucking head, tells him. The other is making his body run along the hospital corridors and out the doors before Stiles can recover from the shock.
THE HELL IS GOING ON? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY HEAD, GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Stiles is yelling at the other presence in his head, the one that has taken over his actions, pressing him away from the controls and fucking using him, hoping against all hope that it'll make a difference. Even when he has little hope, and isn't that just a depressing thought, he has to do something because he's isn't just gonna sit back and watch and hope that someone will help him out of this situation.
'Hell is the operative word, boy. Welcome to your own personal version of it. I'm so gonna enjoy fucking up your life and watch as it all burns.'
* * *
The word demon whirls around in Stiles head after that, even when the demon, whose thoughts Stiles can't decipher, can't “hear” unless the demon “talks” to him. And personal hell is just what comes after. By the time it's done, when the demon has had it's night's fill of hurting the people Stiles loves, Stiles kinda wishes that he was dead, because even if, by some miracle, the demon was exorcised, Stiles doesn't know how he would ever be able pick up the pieces of his life, after.
Day/Prompt: 9.Do you want to become a demon too?
Series: Teen Wolf
Character: Stiles
Rating: G
The reason for the snow-storm was not what either Stiles or Derek had expected. Because, really, who ever expects demons?
Stiles hadn't, he knew he hadn't. Okay, sure, he had read about them, but had never really thought that they would ever see one. Because that, that was another kettle of fish entirely, because Stiles had never thought of demons as anything other than religious creatures, not as being part of the supernatural. He hadn't believed that they were actually a thing that existed.
Maybe he should have. Maybe he really, really should have. Because now he was very knowledgeable and utterly convinced over their existence.
Stiles just wished it was by any other means than by having one possessing his body. The thing had tried to, had wanted to possess his body after he'd left by dying it but had become impatient after it's “let's have it snow like never before in Beacon Hills so Stiles Stilinski freezes to death and I can possess his dead cold corpse” plan had backfired. Or so much Stiles assumed, as the demon never said anything about it outright.
And now the demon wanted to kill Derek because Derek had saved Stiles life and thus put a wrench in it's plans.
The thought of Derek dying was terrifying. Even more so when the demon made it perfectly crystal clear to Stiles that Derek would die by his hands, that Stiles' hands would be soaked in Derek's blood and Derek would think that it was Stiles killing him.
Stiles didn't want Derek to die. And the rest, of being there and seeing it all and feeling Derek die because of what his body was doing, even when he wasn't himself in control of it... it made Stiles feel sick.
But he didn't know enough to try and kick the demon out of his body. Why the thing would even want to posses his 147 pounds of fragile skin and bones, Stiles had no idea. He kicked and screamed as the demon wore his skin, walked in his shoes and just had a riot in his body. It was terrifying. Mostly since the demon kept telling him about all the things that it wanted to do, what he would do. Like injuring Stiles' body so that, even if the demon was exorcised, Stiles would die. And that... that filled Stiles which dread, utter unadulterated dread right down to his bones, slinking around his thoughts where he's stuffed into a corner of his mind while the demon runs the show.
But not as much as the demon's plans of killing Derek and making him watch.
* * *
The demon walks Stiles' body out of the hospital, after having slunk in when Derek had left before being caught by a nurse. Stiles had fallen asleep when Derek had left and then, then he had been walking but had had no control over his limbs. He had tried to scream but no voice had come out. He had tried to move his body, stop his legs from walking, move his arms, anything. Nothing had happened. Then he had heard the voice, slick and amused, filling his head, slithering against his own thoughts, now trapped in his head.
'You can't do anything, you know.'
The hell? Stiles is astonished that the thought, that his inner voice, succeeds in sounding panicked. This is not happening. It isn't.
'It is, kid. Just sit back for the ride.' The voice, someone else inside his fucking head, tells him. The other is making his body run along the hospital corridors and out the doors before Stiles can recover from the shock.
THE HELL IS GOING ON? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY HEAD, GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Stiles is yelling at the other presence in his head, the one that has taken over his actions, pressing him away from the controls and fucking using him, hoping against all hope that it'll make a difference. Even when he has little hope, and isn't that just a depressing thought, he has to do something because he's isn't just gonna sit back and watch and hope that someone will help him out of this situation.
'Hell is the operative word, boy. Welcome to your own personal version of it. I'm so gonna enjoy fucking up your life and watch as it all burns.'
* * *
The word demon whirls around in Stiles head after that, even when the demon, whose thoughts Stiles can't decipher, can't “hear” unless the demon “talks” to him. And personal hell is just what comes after. By the time it's done, when the demon has had it's night's fill of hurting the people Stiles loves, Stiles kinda wishes that he was dead, because even if, by some miracle, the demon was exorcised, Stiles doesn't know how he would ever be able pick up the pieces of his life, after.