<Lydia's POV>

The nogitsune tightens his grip around me as Isaac and Boyd approach us. I look at them pleadingly, weak, and afraid. The nogitsune smirks coldly. "You think you can beat me?" He asks in a deep voice that's sends shivers up my back.

"Stiles I know you're in there," Isaac says hopefully. The nogitsune shakes his head.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" He says and then moves the knife from my neck to my arm. The drugs that are still in my system dull the pain a bit, but keep me from resisting. Void scribbles tiny letters on my arm. I scream out in pain, my shrills hurting my own ears. I shake and try to pull away, but this only causes the knife to go in deeper. Tears slip down my face and Isaac and Boyd launch forward trying to get to me as I shake violently. Void throws down the knife and with a single hand fights off Isaac and pushes Boyd back into the hard, root smothered ground. A small wail escapes my mouth as Derek goes after the nogitsune, causing him to drop me. I land softly in Jackson's arms and am led to the ground by his soft hands. Malia hunches over me and holds my arm to take the pain away. I hold her other hand in my own and squeeze tightly. Jackson gets up from his spot under me to go and try and capture the nogitsune. Kira and Cora aid in the fight as well. Mr. Argent and Scott are left trying to calm Allison down who is still screaming as if someone is stabbing at her body with a knife harshly. Aiden is still staring down at Danny and Ethan's bodies. A grim look is set on his face and he doesn't even blink. He is completely still.

I hear a loud and effortful scream from the fight and quickly look to the action. I see Jackson make a tight fist and rear it back. Anger and determination is etched all over his face. I never even thought about it, but it occurs to me that Aiden wasn't the only person who lost someone. Danny was Jackson's best friend. They were inseparable. I remember how devastated Danny was when Jackson left for France. I remember how concerned Jackson always was about Danny's heart, trying desperately to protect it from harm. I remember how even in the midst of the three of us being at the top of the popularity rankings where people are supposed to be emotionless, they were always showing affection towards each other when no one was watching. It wasn't a romance, just a strong unbreakable friendship. I know now that he must be hurting, besides I know how it feels to loose a best friend.

Jackson plunges his fist forward with that loud yell of effort and flexed muscles. I watch as his fist cracks against Stiles' skull with a loud snapping sound. There were two hits, Jackson hitting Stiles, and Stiles hitting the ground unconscious. Now the only sound comes from Allison who is still weeping loudly.

Derek picks up Stiles in his buff arms and walks towards the jeep. When he places Stiles in the back, Malia begins to help me up and I do not refuse. We all stand still not knowing quite what to do. Scott gulps as he helps a now quite Allison up from the ground. "We should go back to my house," he suggests awkwardly. Cora leans down next to Aiden.

"Aiden, we gotta-" Before Cora can even finish Aiden suddenly starts screaming and crying. He slams his fists into the ground, gripping the dirt and grass tightly. Cora jumps back in surprise. We just stand there and let him cry until eventually all he does is pick up Ethan's body while still crying and walk to the car void took me here in. Allison is leaning into Scott's bulging arms, holding onto him as if her life depended on it. Scott walks Allison into her car and helps her graciously into the passenger seat. He smiles shyly at her and tries to close the door. Allison whimpers and quickly grabs Scott's hand. He kisses it and places it back in her lap. After grabbing bow and sheath of arrows from where she dropped it, he throws the weapon in the trunk and comes over to me.

"Malia every one needs to get back to my house, can I trust you to get them there so my mom can clean us up?" Scott asks hopefully. Malia nods with wide eyes.

"I don't quite know who I was before, I don't really know what Theo and my mother made me do, but Scott I know who I really am, and I'm excited for you to get to know her as well," Malia says pleadingly. Scott smiles supportively and grabs Malia's shoulder.

"We are all excited Malia, thanks for helping," Scott replies as Malia gets up to go gather everyone. Quickly, I grasp Malia's wrist and squeeze it as tightly as I can, which isn't very much considering how tired and worn my body is. I look straight into her eyes.

"Thank you Malia, really, and take care of Jackson please, he and Danny were best friends," I plead. Scott looks grim at the mention of Danny, our newly deceased friend. Malia nods and smiles.

"Thanks Lydia, and I will." With that simple statement Malia walks away sulkily. Scott slides his arm under my mid-back and under my knees. As he lifts me up I reach for his neck and hold onto it tightly to lessen the weight of my body in his arms. Only when I do that the new cut in my arm begins to hurt. But instead of pulling away I look at the writing. Remember, is spelled out messily into my flesh. Scott notices me looking at it.

"You okay Lydia?" He ask concerned. I shake my head slowly with droopy eyes. "You'll be fine, ignore the word, it doesn't mean anything," Scott says to comfort me. I shake my head yet again as my eyes closed.

"I don't care about me, I want Stiles to be okay," I tell Scott as I lay half asleep in his arms as he walks me to Allison's car.

"We will get him back Lydia, we know how to kill the nogitsune, we've done it before," Scott reminds me. My grip on his neck loosens and I feel myself drifting slowly away.

"Yes but last time he escaped void, he almost committed suicide, left a note and everything." As I finally lose consciousness again I remember something. Scott doesn't know about Stiles and his suicide note. Allison and I never told him. When I wake up, I am screwed. 

A/N WRITERS BLOCK SOOO BAD