We had all driven to Derek's loft, and the plan was that the Sheriff was going to speak to Stiles first, to see if he would listen to his Dad and help us out, without him getting hurt.

The Sheriff went into Derek's loft, as we all stood outside and out of sight. "You want to handcuff me?" Stiles's voice had came into play, as I hadn't hurt it for awhile.

"If my son is still here," The Sheriff began as he goes down the steps. "If there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me, because he knows. I'm here to protect him, from himself and from others," Sheriff had spoken the truth and if Stiles was still there, he would do the right thing and not resist.

There was a moment silence before I could hear the metal clanging together as the Sheriff cuffs Stiles and I hear them lock into place. I hear the Sheriff take a few steps back, probably staring at Stiles.

"You're not my son," he had spoken, and I hear the cuffs snap off of him easily and clank to the floor as Allison and her father began to walk in. Followed by Derek and I on their tails. As I enter I see Stiles, his complexion dark, light purple bags under his eyes.

We all descended down the steps as Stiles chuckles to himself, pleased with the audience he had gathered. I stood to the left of Allison as we came to a stop, as Stiles gaze came to us. Allison raises her teaser-gun, and shot at Stiles, but he had caught the cords and the electricity didn't do anything to him. He uses this newly profound strength and throws the gun out of Allison's hand, and it glides across the stone floor. Though we had a plan, and I was the last resort, if we couldn't get through to him, then magic was our next bet.

Derek growls, and goes to hit Stiles, but he caught his arm and pulls it back as Derek groans in pain. Stiles clutches onto Derek's shirt and goes forward with him, smashing his head onto the metal table near and turns back around and throws him into a pillar. His back had hit it and he fell to the floor.

Suddenly, I hear a cock of a gun and I turn to see Chris holding his gun and aimed it at Stiles. Tension filled the air as one wrong move, Chris would shoot Stiles. "Argent, listen to me. Don't do this," Sheriff pleaded with Chris, as he didn't want a dead son.

"Why not? I've done it before. Werewolves, Berserkers. I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list," Chris had spat through clenched teeth. The Sheriff draws his gun and aims it at Chris, while cocking it.

"You're not going to shoot my son," the Sheriff states his tone strong.

"You said it yourself, Sheriff. That's not your son," Chris had nodded to Stiles. But this was getting out of hand, fast. If no one will daring to intervene then I would...

"Both of you stop," I said to the boy men aiming their guns. I turn to face Stiles in the eyes, but they held darkness. I know too well how easy darkness can be. "Stiles, please I know your in there. There must be a part of you that knows this is wrong," I pleaded with him, but he didn't seemed bothered.

"Ah, the Witch who thinks she can maintain balance and protect her friends," he gives me a fake pout and a sad face. "Do they know?" He had asked, pointing to the rest of my friends. "What that symbol means on your right ear?"

"Shut up!" I raised my voice at him, as he cocks his head to the side, like he was teasing me.

"You all ready know what that Symbol means, don't you? But no one else does?" His head came back straight as he gives me a wicked smirk. "Immor-" but before could finish, I held my hand up in a ball and he began to choke as I cut off his oxygen. But he didn't look in pain, he looks pleaded, as he was smiling.

"Alice! Let him go," Sheriff states calmly, as my eyes burned into his eyes that we like a Void. I slowly lowered my hand and released it from a ball shape. As he began to breath normally, but held that cocky smirk on his face.

"Pain and chaos, you're filled to the brim..." Stiles had spoken, as his eyes squinted like he was searching my soul. "Someone's pain, is another one's gain," he states to me, as his eyes searched mine just holding the cocky evil smirk.

But I had found tears coming to my eyes, he literally knew enough to out me right here, he nearly did and I nearly killed Stiles in the process. But I shook my head, getting my train of thought back on track and kept my emotions in check. But Chris and the Sheriff was still aiming their guns. This is what it wants, it wants us to fight each other, have disputes among each other.

Strife...

"Dad, he's going to shoot me," Stiles spoke to his father as they guns were still an issue. "He's going to kill me, Dad,"

"Don't listen," Chris states to the Sheriff.

"Put it down," Sheriff replies strongly, but their guns were still aimed. "Now! Do!" He yells to Chris, wanting him to lower his gun. "Put it down!" Stiles began to tell Chris to shoot him, but this only made the Sheriff yell louder, but this is what he wants Strife.

"Shoot me! Shoot me!" Stiles yells to Chris, which made the Sheriff yell at him, things were getting heated fast.

"Strife," Allison had caught on, as she turns to look at me. Just as the sun began to set and darkness had came. Allison and I look to the window to see the sun gone and night had came. "Stop, stop it! This is what he wants. This is exactly what he wants," Allison said strongly as the Sheriff stopped yelling and came to listen.

"Not exactly," Stiles replied, his tone cold. As everyone turned to stare at him. "I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I'm glad you all have your guns out. Because you're not here to kill me," Stiles turns around to face the windows, and suddenly swirls of darkness appeared on the outside before disappearing and reappearing inside the loft. "You're here to protect me," Stiles began to move back behind his Father and Chris. As the Oni unsheathe their swords and starts to swing them around, ready to attack.

Chris tries to fire but his gun was jammed, but the Sheriff starts to fire first, and the bullets hit the Oni but it didn't effect them. Then Chris had joined in with another gun, but two of the Oni had teleported in a swirl of darkness. Making Derek, Allison and I go to the back of Stiles as the two Oni had reappeared. We all stood strong as the Oni charged at us. But before they could get any closer I thrusted both my hands out to them, and there went sent backwards, but they used their swords to stick to the ground making them not go fully back. My magic on them was becoming weaker, they must be getting stronger.

They both swirl their swords around after lifting them from the ground. They charged once again and we all began to fight. Allison had used her ring daggers to protect herself, as we fought one together. The Oni we were fighting, Swirles it's sword around in the air for a moment, before plunging it forward to my chest, but I was quick and placed my hands on the black steel blade, as the tip was inches from my chest. I could feel the tug of the Oni as it wanted it's sword back, but I could feel blood drip down my hands as my palms were being cut. But I kept a straight face, as I stare at the Oni, as it was still trying to retrieve its sword.

But the wounds on my palms, white hot, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I used my strength to push the sword to the side, as the Oni went with it. I look down to my hands to see the length cuts, but they began to heal themselves but I clutch my hands shut, as they had completely healed. Before I could press anything else, the Oni Derek was fighting had backhanded me, hard. I went flying across the room, gliding across the floor, until I hit a pillar hard.

I was left dazed for a few moments, as blood came down from my head, but it healed just ask quick. I blinked for a moment, but the Oni had vanished into thin air, as swirls of blackness was just left for a moment. Suddenly, Scott and Kira had came to the door, looking at us all. The Sheriff had pointed a gun at them, but lowered it as we knew them.

"What happened?" Scott had said, as he looks to Allison.

"They disappeared," she replied as Scott and Kira came down the steps. I had gotten up and pressed my back against a pillar, catching my breath for a moment. "They literally just vanished,"

"And so did Stiles," the Sheriff states worried, as Stiles was missing. I look to my hands to see they were soaked with blood, but it was drying quick. The Nogitsune was right, I am filled to the brim with pain and chaos. Everywhere I go, I have pain attached to me, and I let other people take it, and there's also chaos I bring...

"Alice?" Scott's voice had came into play, as I stare up to him to see him crouching in front of me. But I felt wetness down my cheeks, as I must have been crying. Kira and Allison had gathered behind Scott, as they looked at me.

"I can't do this anymore," I sobbed the words out, as more tears flowed. "I can't protect you all. And if anything happens to you, Allison or Stiles. I wouldn't be able to live with myself," I began to cry softly, as Allison had came over and crouched down, embracing me in a tight crushing hug. But no words were exchanged, we all knew that this was bound to happen...

The strong can become the weak