Oak Creek hadn't changed in 70 years.

The tunnels were identical to the ones Lita had seen in her mind, albeit with a few more cracks & cobwebs. They were narrow, the stone grey walls close enough to make anyone even mildly claustrophobic bolt for the nearest exit, providing they could find it. The tunnels were like a maze, each stretch appearing miles long & lined with identical copper piping— even if you had a flawless memory, once you made a wrong turn, getting back on track would be next to impossible.

Lita liked it.

The maze was unknown to her, but she didn't fear the unknown— she lived for it. The idea of getting lost in the tunnels wasn't a nightmare to her, it was a dream, an adventure. Who knew what type of horrifying, murderous supernatural creature she'd encounter? Maybe an ancient Japanese warrior demon. Maybe a bloodthirsty werewolf. The thrill of not knowing what would come next was everything she could have ever wished for.

When can we kill someone again?

I miss being covered in blood.

"Shut up." Lita muttered to the voices in her head, rolling her eyes at them. They were more eager than her to kill again; they loved the way her psychosis worsened when she was in a murderous rage. The last shred of humanity within her disappeared entirely during that time, and they thrived. "Soon."

Up until now, the voices had been incoherent mumbles, but now they were making sense. The strong medications she'd been on were now finally almost out of her system, allowing the demons in her head to speak freely without their usual muzzles. Lita didn't mind; she kind of missed them, after all this time. She hadn't heard their voices clearly in over two years. It was like being reunited with old friends.

Kill.

"Fuck off, I will later." Old demanding friends, who were extremely annoying & persistent if she didn't give them what they wanted. They were always so needy— gut your brother's dog, stab your brother twenty-seven times, claw that orderly's eyes out— they were insatiable. Their desire for blood to be spilled couldn't be satisfied, no matter how frequently she drenched herself in red.

Kill.

"I said I will!" Lita yelled, her voice echoing throughout the tunnels. Her inner demon's voice was a deeper, rough version of her own; a dilapidated human condemned to the dark shadows of her mind, tortured to insanity by the girl's psychotic imagination. "As soon as Stiles gets here with that redhead bitch, I'll slit her throat just to shut you up."

Good.

"Change of plans, pretty little freak show." Stiles' voice echoing down the tunnel caught her attention. Lita turned to see him, dragging none other than Lydia Martin along with him. He threw the strawberry blonde to the ground as soon as he was within a ten foot radius of Lita, careless of whether or not she was harmed.

"Have you decayed more since I last saw you?" Lita raised a brow, taking a step closer as she looked closely at his face. The darkness beneath his eyes had become far more noticeable, and he was at least two shades paler; he was still hot though. Possibly hotter, Lita was really starting to like the undead look.

Her gaze directed from Stiles down to Lydia on the ground. The girl was looking up at her as if she were the worst person in the world, a villain worse than any other ever to have existed. Lita knelt down in front of her, getting a good look at how Lydia had changed since she'd last seen her. She was relatively the same; still wore too much makeup (although now her mascara was running down her cheeks from crying) & still looked like Jackson Whittemore's girlfriend. A rich, spoiled brat.

"You still look like a bitch." Lita commented, smiling.

"You're— You're her." Lydia choked out, the occasional tear still spilling from her eyes. Would she ever stop crying? Lita hated cry babies. "You're Lita. The one who killed her brother."

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that." Lita mused, twirling a strand of her dark brown hair. "I'd probably have like forty cents."

"You're insane." She spat, as if Lita didn't already know.

Kill the bitch. Make her suffer.

"Shh, not now." The psychopath silenced the voices in her head, grinning in response to Lydia's look of confusion. "Sorry, it's just the voices in my head. They're telling me to kill you, but Stiles says I've gotta wait— and you know me, right? I've never been able to say no to a pretty face."

"My friends are going to find me." Lydia told her, using the wall for support as she stood up, still glaring down at Lita. The psychopath didn't bother getting up & instead continued listening to Lydia, an amused smile on her face. "And they're going to kill you."

"What friends?" Lita laughed like it was the funniest joke she'd heard in years. "You don't have friends, Lydia. You have bitches. People don't like you, they worship the ground you walk on because they're afraid of you, like I once thought I was. I wasn't really afraid of you, as much as I was afraid of what you could do to me. To my stupid little high school social life. Then I realized I was crazy & none of that mattered, so I slept with your boyfriend— speaking of that, did Jackson ever tell you he fucked me?"

"What is wrong with you?"

"Well, for starters, I'm a psychopath. Aren't you supposed to be, like, a genius or something?" Lydia's IQ was said to be north of 180, but Lita wasn't convinced. The strawberry blonde was unbelievably slow & questioning of Lita's mental state when it was extremely obvious she was seriously lacking in the sanity department. "You can get the full list from my therapist, if I decide to let you live. Y'know, maybe I will just torture you until you go crazy, so you can know how it feels to be locked away with a bunch of schizophrenic fools who think they're Jesus. Death seems like an easy way out for a bitch like you. You deserve to suffer."

"They'll find me." Lydia repeated, shaking her head. Maybe torturing her to insanity was a better idea than killing her; after all, it didn't seem like it would take much. The girl was already losing her mind. Lydia stumbled forward, still using the wall as a guide to stay upright as she pushed past Lita, likely on the way to the nearest exit. Lita had to admit, the girl had nerve to just walk past the lunatic threatening to kill her in cold blood.

"Run away like the cry baby you are, Lydia." Lita laughed as she girl continued hurrying away, searching for a way out of the tunnels. Lita had already been down the hall Lydia was travelling, and the exit was barred. Every possible exit Lita had encountered aside from the one she used to enter the underground tunnels was blocked by unbreakable iron bars. Lydia wouldn't be finding her way out any time soon.

"Everything going according to plan?" Lita asked Stiles as soon as she tired of watching Lydia fade away.

"Better." He replied, moving over beside her.

"What happens when the werewolves show up? Like it or not, but they probably are coming for that stupid bitch— and I'm not exactly equipped to fight a werewolf, in case you haven't noticed. Don't get me wrong, I love the gun, but unless you brought some extra ammo, we're shit outta luck." In other words, am I going to run away like a little bitch again, or has your demon brain finally concocted a way for me to fight a werewolf without getting my throat ripped out?

"Don't start worrying now, Renfield. I have a plan for you."

Before she could further question it, Stiles kissed her. Lita was certain it was yet another distraction, but it was one she'd never grow tired of, so she went with it. Even though she knew nothing would go as far as she wanted, down in the tunnels; she still liked kissing him. She liked everything about it, from the way he gripped her hips & pushed her back against the concrete to the way he was so rough & uncaring, acting purely on lust.

"I hope it's a damn good one." Lita muttered as she pulled away, her breathing heavy. She didn't want to, but the time for distractions was ticking away at a much faster pace than she'd initially thought. Her mind was racing, overthinking everything— she wasn't afraid, nor was she worried, but she was eager to continue moving forwards. The game had gone on long enough, she wanted a conclusion. More importantly, she wanted to know whether she lives or dies.

Lita hated to admit it, but her faith in the nogitsune's ability to continue dragging her dead weight around was dwindling rapidly— she'd been a useful asset up until now, but the game was changing. The time for mind games & tricks was over; it was becoming a war of the supernatural, and while she was limitless in her own mind, Lita was still only human. She could kill Lydia, but she wouldn't stand a chance against Scott or any of the other supernatural creatures.

"I think the sun's starting to set." Lita commented, looking back towards the way they'd entered the tunnels. It was beginning to become darker inside, the sunlight illuminating the barred exits now fading fast. "Does that mean anything to you."

Stiles nodded. "They're coming."

—

It didn't take long to find Lydia. Stiles had explained to Lita on the way that the strawberry blonde was needed to tell him when the Oni were closing in on him, so then he could make his final move in the game. Lydia was a supernatural creature called a banshee, a omen of death; she predicted death, and she screamed to either signal it, or warn of it. Aside from the voices in her head that induced, she was human— that revelation made Lita far happier than it should have. She & Lydia weren't as different as the banshee liked to make it seem.

When they found Lydia, she had given up trying to break through the metal bars. She was in some sort of round concrete room, standing & staring at the walls— waiting. Waiting for them to return, so she could tell them everything they wanted to hear, unbeknownst to her. Lydia played right into the demon's plan, as if she were just another one of his puppets. But she wasn't. She did it on her own free will, and she didn't have a clue she was giving them exactly what they needed.

"He's nervous, you know. I bet you've never seen him nervous." Lydia taunted as though she were the one with all the control, little did she know, with every word she was surrendering it. "He knows they're coming. He knows they're going to kill him. And you."

"Keep talking, princess."

"They're here." Lydia told them after a moment of silence, a ghost of a smirk on her face. "And I don't need to scream to know they're going to kill both of you."

"Good." Stiles spoke up, taking a step back from the strawberry blonde as he removed the stolen dagger from his pocket. "Because that's exactly why I brought you. I needed to know when they'd be close enough, when my own death was closing in." Six Oni appeared in the room, surrounding Stiles. "'Cause only when they're close, can I do this.."

He snapped the dagger in half as he trailed off, the Oni now falling still. Each had raised their swords before, but now they'd lowered them, awaiting a new command from their new owner. The nogitsune. In one move, he'd changed the entire game— before, he was losing, but now he was almost guaranteed a win. With the Oni by his side, he was virtually unbeatable; he was the king, and now he was guarded flawlessly by every piece on the board from the work of a divine move. But the queen wasn't doing so well.

Stiles turned to one of the Oni, stabbing half of the broken dagger into its chest. A yellow glow began to emit from the wound, brightening up the entire room & then disappearing in the blink of an eye, consumed by the black smoke an Oni was comprised of. The black smoke fell to the floor, fading away & leaving nothing but the demon's sword in its place.

Stiles picked up the sword & handed it to Lita, a sinister smirk on his face. "You know how to use that?"

"Let's find out." Lita shrugged, looking over the weapon for a moment before turning & stabbing it into Lydia's stomach. She twisted the sword, causing the strawberry blonde to let out a scream of agony. Lita pulled the sword out, letting the girl fall to the ground as she began to cough up blood. "I'd say I'm pretty good."

The psychopath looked down at Lydia, watching the girl's shaking hands trying to stop the blood pouring from the wound. Lita should have felt sympathy for her. She should have shown her mercy & ended her life, but she couldn't. She couldn't feel bad for her, she wanted to leave her there to bleed to death. She couldn't feel even the slightest bit of sympathy.

The only thing Lita could do was laugh.

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UNEDITED.

lol yikes pls don't kill me i warned you at the start. anything can happen. this happened. also, please don't call lita a slut. she's a pretty little psycho & can have all the sex she wants. but seriously she's only been with like 3 guys in 4 years. also i just watched suicide squad & am in an extra psycho mood so yeah, if this seems a little crazier than usual, that's why. is it bad that i liked the enchantress? she was so freaking cool. i love everything creepy & she looked like a demon (at the start) so that's probably why. i also love cara, so that's probably a factor too.

as always, let me know what you thought about this chapter! i feel like i'm going to get hate for it tbh