[Gore, a bit of violence & (one) animal death ahead, although it isn't too descriptive; but please don't say I didn't warn you. It's not that bad, but it might bother some people. I may have made her a little crazier than my initial intentions.. But hey, her love interest is a thousand year old fox hiding in Stiles' head, so uh- crazy should fit right in.]

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Everyone had a breaking point.

At least, that's what the doctors told Lita, amidst the non-stop spiel of questions thrown at her throughout the week following her arrival at Eichen House. From six-a.m, until the wave of fatigue brought on by dusk forced the doctors to retire; the fifteen year old was never, not even for a second, left to organize her thoughts & straighten out her story in complete & utter loneliness. Not to mention the lack of silence, as doctors repeated identical questions time & time again, up until Lita would scream her throat raw with an array of curses.

It was a temporary fix; but the ring in her ears from the shrill high pitch of her own voice was enough to block them out for a few coveted minutes per day. She intentionally remained quiet until she couldn't withstand another second, allowing herself time to heal overnight & through the morning. Lita hated losing her voice; it meant she couldn't block them out, and it meant the doctors had won; for the day, at least.

Lita thought of it as a competition.

Whoever broke first, they were the loser; and while the brunette had a knack for screaming her lungs out on a day-to-day basis, the doctors had yet to find a particular subject to trigger her breaking point. Lita couldn't be bothered to tell them that they were wasting their time, it was entertaining to watch them squirm uncomfortably as she described each riveting detail of the day she killed her brother's pet dog. Wes loved that stupid animal; but Lita was more than certain that she loved gutting it even more. She would've preferred it to have suffered more, but once she cut out it's heart; the poor creature was long gone.

Even five years later, Lita still remembered it like she'd done it yesterday. The feeling of a beating heart in her hand, slowly fading away as the warm blood ran down her arms. Something about the way it looked, the various lines dripping down as if they were brushes painting a picture on canvas; it was a work of art. As was the design on her once white t-shirt, which had been stained with red splatters. The deep shade of crimson had always been a favourite to Lita; whether it be on the walls, or slowly pouring from the lifeless corpse of her brother's best friend.

The smell was the most vivid of her memories; the metallic tinge in the air, filling her lungs with each breath. It made her throat constrict in rejection at first, but once she grew accustomed to it; the scent of a fresh kill couldn't be topped by anything. The beauty of it was, no matter how many times her mother scrubbed the concrete floor; Lita's painting refused to fade, and the soothing blood scent remained as strong as ever. Though, that was more than likely because she'd hidden the heart (her favourite of the organs she'd discovered while butchering the dog) in the drain, which unbeknownst to the Mitchell parents, had a loose board that opened up a hole just big enough to drop a vital organ through.

Lita was still phenomenally proud of her smarts & quick thinking; after all, she'd only been ten at the time. She was merely curious of what a real heart looked like; and since Wes brushed the question off as if it were nothing, she took the liberty of using his dog as her own little experiment. He'd been neglecting the poor animal, anyway; it was miserable. Wes had been too busy with his new crowd of friends, spending his days higher than the clouds & essentially brain-dead to the world. Getting him out of the house when he was supposed to be keeping an eye on her was too easy.

Now, at the age of seventeen, Lita preferred a challenge. She was far more skilled, especially with what she'd learned from the other lunatics shackled up alongside her in Eichen House. They'd taught her more than she ever could've learned out in the real world, exploring all on her own. She would've ended up caught & locked away in prison, confined to a cell all on her own. Instead, they'd been foolish enough to deem her insane & throw her in Eichen, where she was free to roam the property with her fellow lunatics in a safe & monitored environment.

Her favourite person on the premises was William Barrow.

She could listen to his stories about the kids with glowing eyes for hours on end; the way he described them as though they were more than just a pigment of his imagination, it was captivating. It almost reminded her of the classic movie Village of the Damned, where the children with glowing eyes were capable of manipulating people. It was evident that by the story he told, Barrow had chosen to portray himself as a character similar to Gordon; the hero who detonated the bomb, killing all of the evil children before they could harm the village further.

The two had then gone on the talk for hours about the psychological masterpiece that is Village of the Damned (the original, of course; nobody likes remakes). Barrow loved the movie more than his own life, and frankly; Lita enjoyed the way he spoke of like a historical event. She wanted more than anything to see a drawing of the special children, but the orderlies had prohibited the high-risk patients from having any item capable of being weaponized. Apparently in their eyes, Lita or Barrow could easily use a dull pencil & sheet of paper to commit a massacre of sorts.

She supposed it was with good reason, however, since Barrow had escaped custody just weeks later. He'd been taken to the local hospital for a day-surgery, when according to the buzz circulating the halls of Eichen, he'd somehow awoken from anaesthesia after a tumour of live flies had been discovered within him. Rumour had it, he'd been caught after an explosion at the power plant, where he'd allegedly tried to kill a high schooler & her friends; but Lita was more so concerned about her friend's wellbeing than the life of a few meaningless teens.

She'd asked the orderlies countless times how he was, but none would give her a believable answer. Some told her he'd died on impact after being blown back by an electrical explosion, whilst others told her Barrow was safely locked up in the closed unit. Lita knew she'd never get a decent answer from any of them; to the orderlies, she was nothing but a piece of trash they had to keep contained on a twenty-four-seven basis. They weren't paid to care for her, or update her on the psychopath she'd chosen to befriend.

Following that annoying let-down, Lita had chose to partake in a new hobby with her roommate, (a somewhat strange teenaged girl by the name of Malia, who'd supposedly spent eight years roaming the woods of Beacon Hills without any form of human contact whatsoever) that could hopefully get her reunited with Barrow, one which involved one of Lita's favourite pass times; stealing. It started with small things, like a plastic fork from her lunch tray or a notepad from one of the kitchen's employees.

Then, it escalated.

Lita had started working towards bigger things rather than just plastic utensils. Her first big steal had been an empty syringe from one of the orderlies. Of course, she'd been tasered the second she attempted to stab it into the neck of her least favourite orderly, (Brunski, obviously) but the thrill of having her hands on a weapon for the first time in years was enough to send her straight back to plotting her next heist the moment she stopped convulsing.

Malia, however, had gone for something a bit different. While the girl had ended up unconscious following various attempts, she'd eventually found a somewhat useful strategy to snag sets of keys from the guards. Each one had different sets; some unlocked useless broom closets, while others unlocked the patient rooms. Those were the ones Malia wanted. After weeks of practice (and painful failures) she'd managed to steal a set of keys to unlock their door; allowing her & Lita to roam the compound freely at night for a few days.

That is, up until they were caught & sedated.

But nonetheless, the few nights of freedom were most definitely worth the time they were later forced to spend in the infamous five-point restraints. They'd been able to locate various emergency tasers, as well as storage rooms containing dangerous drugs in the case of a rogue patient; all of which would come in extremely useful in the event that they decided to break out of the looney bin.

Although, that plan had yet to be set into motion; seeing as how Lita found herself wandering idly down the hallway alongside Malia, her slippers scraping against the floor as she dragged her feet lazily. The two had been sitting outside, discussing the disgusting supper that'd been served to them hours ago as the guards gave a final ten minute warning for the eight o'clock curfew, instructing they return to their rooms. As always, Lita & Malia walked as slow as humanly possible, since neither girl wanted to be confined to the small room until seven a.m tomorrow morning.

Of the two, Lita hated it the most. She could practically hear Malia's shivering, and despite having given her an extra blanket, (leaving Lita with nothing but a paper-thin sheet for cover) it seemed as though she'd never get warm. In turn, Lita often found herself shivering along with her due to the lack of blankets & indoor heating. The orderlies had informed them that "keeping it too hot agitates the older patients," and proceeded to give each of them a poorly knitted sweater (with no buttons or zipper, of course)

Approaching the door of their assigned room, Lita exhaled a loud breath of air as she fumbled with the handle, pretending to have trouble opening it as the desk clerk passed by the end of the hall with a new patient. The boy - a tall, slim, brunette, who looked too twitchy & nervous to possibly be anything other than a newcomer to the nut house - paused, instantly catching Lita's attention as his stare locked on Malia for a split second.

Lita's brows raised as she looked between the two, her eyes narrowing slightly as she focused more on the boy; who almost instantly shifted his gaze to her. It wouldn't surprise her if he knew her from one of the many news articles they'd released when she was initially committed, (the protection of minors apparently didn't apply to sociopaths) but she couldn't help but allow the inner teenage girl part of her hope that he was staring for other reasons.

"Hurry up." Malia muttered, instantly bringing Lita back from the array of sickening thoughts that'd began to flood into her mind. The blonde proceeded to push her lightly, growing slightly more forceful as seconds passed.

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying." Lita huffed, turning her attention back to the door as she pushed it open.

"You weren't hurrying fast enough." The blonde sighed, following closely behind her as she entered the small room.

Lita rolled her eyes, kicking off her slippers by her bed before rolling on top of the squeaky mattress. The brunette shifted uncomfortably as a spring poked her back, letting out a groan as she turned onto her side, propping her head up with her arm. Once she found a comfortable position for the time being, her attention returned to Malia, who'd burrowed beneath a pile of blankets, and was curled up tightly in a ball as an attempt to stay warm. Lita merely shook her head, opting not to comment on it as she questioned the previous encounter. "So, who was he?"

"One of the guys who found me." Malia stated, tugging the blankets up closer by her face.

"That found you? And you're mad?" Lita gaped, her thoughts slowly beginning to drift back into the gutter. It was extraordinarily rare for someone attractive (let alone someone attractive of the opposite gender) to take up residence in the quaint confinement of Eichen House, and after two years of being surrounded mostly by people double her age (half of whom spat when they spoke to her) Lita was sure as hell going to acknowledge him.

"I didn't want to be found." The blonde grumbled, her words muffled by the blanket (which now covered the majority of her face, leaving only her eyes visible so she could observe her surroundings, despite the never-changing scenery of plain, white walls. "I liked being alone."

"And I liked the voices in my head." Lita sighed, rolling onto her back as a numbness began to creep up her arm. "But they gave me pills to shut them up."

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Unedited. This was supposed to be so different (there was going to be no malia, but i love her too much) but I found a way to include Malia AND keep Lita's psycho sass. Boom.

By the way, I'd just like to clear something up because someone messaged me a little confused, so uh; this is a Void Stiles fanfic. Not a Stiles fanfic. As stated at the beginning, the love interest is technically the nogitsune (with stiles' face) and this will more than likely have a different ending than season 3b of Teen Wolf. I don't have it fully planned out, but I do know that anything can happen. It'd be wise to expect the unexpected.

Now... Opinions? :~)