<Stiles' POV>

Suddenly everything stops. The flying objects, Allison's screaming. Everything is replaced by a long beeping sound in my head since the loud noise has vanished. I look around desperately for my friends. There is pain in my upper right arm. When I look at it I see something that went flying has cut it. I groan and then spot Allison. With all the strength I can muster up I pull myself over to her. "Allison," I whisper, my words raspy. She just coughs as she lays there on her back. "Allison," I repeat. Her breathing picks up.

"S-Stiles," she manages to get out. When I reach her body I realize why she is having trouble responding. One of her own daggers is stuck just to the left of her right hip bone.

"Allison-n" I stutter nervous. "I need to find Scott I- I need to get help." Allison grabs my wrist.

"No, there's no t-time for that, y-you can do this," she encourages me.

"Help me," I whisper. She smiles bravely.

"Okay, pull apart my dress so you can see the stab wound,"  Allison starts just above a whisper. I do as I'm told as if I am a robot. I try to say something but the blood gushing from her skin makes me freak out. "Good, n-now look for the first aid kit," she demands kindly. I look sound through remnants of shattered objects.

"I can't find it, I can't do it," I say nervously.

"Stiles!" Allison calls. I look to her with tears forming in my eyes. "Just concentrate, you can find it." I wipe my eyes and keep looking. Next to a leg from one of the night stands lies the first aid kit that is slightly destroyed but still in tact.

"I- I got it!" I say happily while picking it up and bringing it back to Allison.

"Good, now pull it out," she says. I look at her afraid.

"What if something goes wrong?" I ask nervously. She smiles sweetly.

"Everything is already wrong, you can do it," Allison encourages with we voicing shaking. With my shaking hand I grip the metal. Allison cringes as I carefully pull out the dagger. She clenches her teeth an keeps talking. "Alright in the first aid kit there is a needle and thread, you'll have to stitch it up." Pulling out a dagger was one thing. Stitching up Allison is another thing. "Do it Stiles, thread the needle, and go in and out," Allison tells me.

"My hands are shaking to much," I complain while crying a bit. Not only that but my anxiety is blasting through the roof. I hate needles. My friend is bleeding out. And I'm all alone.

"Think of something that calms you," Allison suggests.

"Like what?"

"Like Lydia." Lydia. Her long strawberry blonde hair. Five foot three fair skinned Lydia. With her shining green eyes. I could just get lost in her soft touch.

When I look back at the needle I see I've got the thread through. "I did it!" I say happily.

"I know, now stitch me up, think of something else happy," Allison suggests. Scott comes to mind. All of our memories since we were just tiny children. The world was so much more simple then. No were wolves, kanimas, nogitsunes, alpha packs, no lethal weapons or dying friends. Just the two of us ready to take on the world. Once again when I look back down on Allison there are sloppy stitches across the wound.

"It's done Allison," I tell her. She nods.

"Okay, now look for everyone else," she demands. I nod at look around the room. At first I don't see her. Then I catch the sight of her flaming strawberry blonde hair. The only thing is, she is caught under the fallen wardrobe.

"Lydia," I whisper under my breath as I run to her. She is barely conscious.

"Stiles" she whispers. I force a smile.

"I gotta get this thing off of you okay Lydia, okay?" I ask. She nods her head slightly. "Stay awake alright, just stay awake," I tell her. I put my hands on the edge of the wardrobe and attempt to lift it up. The veins pop out of my neck and my tendons pull, but I can't get the thing to budge. I fall to the ground and wallow in my failure. "I can't do it Lydia, I'm not like Scott, and Derek, and Isaac. I can't do the things they can, I'm not strong," I say. I can't help the girl I love because I'm only human.

"Stiles, you don't need the supernatural strength, you don't, you have survived everything we have gone through so far. You dislocated your wrist to get out of handcuffs, so I know you can do it, lift it Stiles," Lydia encourages me. I look at her in awe. I love her so damn much.

Ignoring my wounded arm I think about what Lydia said and closet eyes. I think one, two, three. Then with more strength thank be ever used I lift up the fallen wardrobe just enough for Lydia to crawl out from under it. The I drop in with a loud clash.

Quickly I kneel by Lydia's side as she lays on her back. The pair of us just breathe heavily. "I- knew- you could- do it," she says through her hard breathes. "I love you Stiles."

"Love you too Lydia, but we still have to find Scott, Kira, and Malia," I say. She nods and I help her weak frame up. I see that Allison is leaning against a wall, but is on her feet. She points in front of her.

"Scott- he's over there but he is hurt," Allison says, as out of breath as Lydia and I. I head towards Scott, but Lydia leans Allison on her shoulder and helps her walk to Scott. 

Because Scott jumped in front of us when the bomb went off, he is the most damaged. Bits of glass and wood are sticking out all over the front of him. His breathing is slow and his eyes are squinting. "Hey, I guess I'm pretty beat up," Scott says forcing a small laugh that turns into him coughing up blood. Allison and Lydia make it over. Once they are sitting on the ground with me Allison covers her mouth. Tears prickle in her eyes.

"Scott," she says worried. Lydia rubs Allison's back as she takes Scott's hand. "Your okay, we- we just-t have have to get all of these the things ou-" Allison breaks down in the middle of her sentence. Scott shushes her in a whisper and pulls their hands that are locked together to his lips and closes his eyes as her kisses her pale hand.

"Allison, you don't always have to be strong," Scott says to comfort Allison. He then looks to me. I nod knowing what he is thinking and begin to pull everything out of him. Every time he cringes I apologize and Allison whimpers. Soon Lydia helps me take all the remnants out of his body. By the time we are halfway done, Scott is white as a sheet and deadly pale. My hands are now even more coated in blood.

Once his body is rid of the things Allison stays by his side as Lydia and I go to look for the other two girls. After only ten seconds of walking cautiously by her side and our hands constantly brushing each other's I bravely take her hand. Our fingers intertwine, with her hand shaking nervously. Like ice against my skin. I would comfort her with words, but I've got nothing to say. Eventually Kira turns up from the hallway, limping with her already wounded leg, she was smart enough to crawl her way away from the shattering windows. Lydia helps her walk as we search for Malia. Just as I am about to say something about the bomb like who would do it a yell comes from the room with Scott and Allison. "Stiles!" Allison shrieks.

The three of us move as fast as possible back into the room and see Malia standing completely unharmed on the bed. I don't know why they are worried till I see her eyes. White. A pool of cloudy white makes up her eyes. She doesn't blink or flinch no matter what we say. We stumble over to Allison and Scott who are helping each other stand. Finally Malia's mouth moves, but it's like it's not actually her talking. "It was a mistake, the two of them, Peter and Malia. I wanted them both dead. You did half my job when you killed Peter the first time. But as you probably noticed Peter had come back. Now they are both with me, and that Isaac boy who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now what is your move. Malia is under control of me because of a simple procedure done by me. If you keep her she can kill you. If you give her to me I can kill her. It's time to choose if you don't want her then leave her where you are and leave. If you don't I'll know your choice. Choose wisely, by the way you can take the kid back." Suddenly Isaac's body is thrown through the window. He is barely very conscious and nervousness looking. When he sees us he calms down, but that doesn't make his appearance any more tolerable. His face is bruised and he is unhealthily thin. Malia's body is thrown to the ground.

Isaac must gain strength because he gets up quickly and rushes to Malia's side with his teeth bared and claws ready. He raises his hand and is ready to slash her throat when Scott screams, "ISAAC!" He turns back to look a Scott with golden eyes.

"What Scott? Are you going to stop me from killing the person that almost got you and you're girlfriend killed!" Isaac snarls angrily.

"You haven't been all that good either Lahey. You just left us on a suicide mission to get Derek, were supposed to work together!" Scott screams.

"Then kill her with me!" Isaac screams. A look of fear plays across Malia's face.

"I told you I don't remember any of it!" Malia screams at us.

"It's not our fault we just met you and are a little wary of you!" Allison yells back at the bottle blonde.

"Allison do you agree with him?" Scott asks worried. Allison begins to look a little ashamed but talks strongly anyways.

"Maybe I do." Malia stands up, clearly offended.

"You wanna fight little huntress!" Malia screams.

"I'd beat your ass up and down this room!" Allison snarls.

"Allison!" Scott yells disapprovingly.

"What?!" She screams. Soon we all begin to yell at each other and Malia even slashes Allison across the face after Allison chucked a knife at her. I scream at Isaac to wait and be cautious. He just screams back that of course I'd follow Scott like a puppy. This only makes me angrier so I end up punching Isaac in the face. Scott rips me off of him and the only thing that stops us all is when Lydia yells louder than all of us. The ear piercing shriek causes all of us to cover our ears. Her hands are balled up in fists as she she yells. After what seems like forever the screaming stops.
We all wait silently for her to do something. Lydia just walks around the room, like she is looking for something. My heart begins to race as she stumbles around like a drone. Eventually she picks up a large shard of the mirror that used to sit on the dresser. With cautious fingers she picks up the shard. Not even a second after she picks it up she drops it.

"Did you hear that?" Lydia says just above a whisper. I stand up and walk a little closer to her.

"What did you hear Lydia?" I ask in whisper. She begins to shake.

"Voices..." Lydia leans down and picks up the shard of glass.

"What are they saying?" Allison asks. When I look back at her I see she has walked just to the left of me.

"That someone is going to die." Now everyone stands up and begins looking around wearily.

"Lydia are they saying a name?" Scott asks. Confidently, she picks up the shard again and then drops it. Her whole body is now shaking.

"Lydia! What name did they say?" Isaac asks. She flicks her eyes up at all of us. Her lip quivers slightly.

"Lydia." My body turns to ice. Lydia is predicting her own death. We all stand is a daze. All of us wondering how we will protect Lydia from something that is going to kill her.

Suddenly my whole world moves in slow motion a figure clad in black a few feet behind Lydia. A sharp knife glistening in her hand. She pulls back her arm and launches the weapon at the girl I love. Her name leaves my lips as it always has. With a purpose. I jump in front of Lydia to protect her from the lethal weapon. The knife buries itself in my chest and the black clothed figure sprints away. The world returns to its original speed and I fall to the ground with a loud thump. Lydia screams and Scott quickly begins to cry as he walks as fast as his broken body can over to me. Allison covers her mouth. Probably blocking a scream. I put my hand to my chest and begin to breathe heavily. My breath keeps hitching in my throat and I know I could die and minute.

A/N PLAYING A DEMON IS SO FUN