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Stiles Stilinski ([personal profile] voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-07-19 12:53 pm

08. When I Wake Up I'm Afraid/Somebody Else Might Take My Place

[Around one in the morning, people on the seventh floor, and people on the Barge who have super hearing abilities might have been awakened to the sound of terrified, nightmare-induced screaming from Stiles' room.]



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[He is in the dark, the way he always is when it begins. He can feel how quickly his heart is beating and while he knows it's not physically possible for it to beat right out of his chest, right now it's hard to remember that.

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it, Stiiiiles?"

No, no, no. This is supposed to be over with. He has been free from Void for weeks, or so he'd thought. But there's no mistaking the deep, gravelly voice.

"We're going to destroy them all, Stiles. One by one."

He shudders, trying to ignore it even as he closes his eyes because feels hot breath against his cheek, knows it's right there, waiting to make its move. Waiting to take over and finish what it started. He can't let it. He can't. But it's too late because he watches himself do things he never wanted to do. He watches himself stab his best friend with a sword. Watches himself bludgeon a kid from his geometry class with a tire iron. Watches himself set up a bomb to send to his dad. Watches an arrow impale Coach Finstock in the stomach. Watches Scott cradle Allison's lifeless body in his arms.

He screams. He screams loudly, terrified and horrified but his dad is not there to wrap him up in arms and assure him that he is okay, that everything is okay. Everything is not okay. It's the landing that wakes him. He hits the floor hard, gasping for breath, tears staining his cheeks as he struggles to free himself from the Nemeton's vines -- except it's not really vines from the Nemeton -- it's his bedsheets and he's tangled, constricted and he feels like he's suffocating. He claws at the material with very human finger nails, scratching marks into his own skin in desperation to get loose. He finally manages to escape and he has to get out of the room.

He flings himself out the door and lurches toward the stairs, scrambling as though he's being chased. He is shaking violently, sweat and tears staining his paler than usual skin as he makes his way toward the fifth floor. He doesn't even realize where he's going until he's standing at Lydia's door.]




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[Later that day finds him still shaky and while he's much less visibly upset than he was when he arrived at Lydia's early that morning, he's still pale. There are dark circles under his eyes, though not as dark as the ones that Void had left behind after he'd been possessed. One can find him at the CES, running through a forest -- the Beacon Hills Preserve for those who are familiar with it. It is a concentrated effort on his part. He doesn't like running very much, but it feels like what he needs to do. Like if he stops it's only a matter of time before his nightmares catch up with him again. Like it's only a matter of time before Void takes over, even if Void is gone now.

It's never really over.]
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[personal profile] lydiascreams 2014-07-19 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[She had woken up with a gasp and found herself sitting up on her bed, staring around her dark room. She doesn't remember a nightmare, doesn't remember the usual images of Oak Creek that she always has in her head when she wakes up from one of those.

With a deep breath, she closes her eyes for a second and tries to listen, in case there's something going on that she might need to pick up on.

Although she hears no sounds, she sees one particular face in her head. So she focuses on him and she knows what must be happening.]


Stiles.

[Even as she mutters his name to herself, she's already getting up from the bed to find her robe and slippers.

She hasn't been checking on him as much as she should have since Allison got there. She knows she should have paid more attention but between all the events that happened, the latest flood and spending as much time with her best friend as she possibly can without making it obvious to her that she just needs to be around her, Lydia failed to check on Stiles.

But she's changing that now. She's just about to head to his room when she opens the door and finds him standing right outside.

Her eyes widen in surprise and then she takes a good look at him and her stomach drops. Apparently, she was right.

Lydia wraps a hand around his and pulls him into her room wordlessly.]
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[personal profile] lydiascreams 2014-07-20 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Once she the door is closed and locked, she makes her way over to him without hesitation.]

No. It's okay, Stiles.

[She brushes her hand over his hair as she sits down on the edge of her bed, but leans forward toward him instantly, lifting one of her hands to cover the hand he has over his face.]

I was on my way to see you. I'm glad you're here.
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[When he nods at her, she nods back, she knows he's got it. That he understands that she felt it. That she knows what is happening to him. Except today looks worse than tha last few times. He doesn't even look like he's entirely aware how he got to her room. ]

Did you have a nightmare?

[She keeps her voice quiet and brushes her other hand over his arm soothingly. She wants to distract him, get him away from the feelings the nightmare has left over. To help him focus on something else. But she knows it won't be easy. ]

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[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2014-07-19 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[In the CES, a haunting, warbling howl comes up...

And is cut off with a very human voice barking-]


Easy! You dumb dog. Easy. Is it a squirrel-- no, I hear him now.

[And the clink of a strong leash being attached to a harness.

Stiles will come on them in a minute if he keeps going, a man and a ... well, not actually a dog? Dog-ish. A jackal the size of a great dane with glowing eyes. Mismatched glowing eyes. One red, one blue. It mitigates the 'undead monster dog' thing a little because it looks pretty goofy.]
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[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2014-07-20 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hey. [Riddick waves casually. He has Partner under control, and now that he's stopped announcing to the world that A Person Is In Here he's sitting fairly calmly.]

Don't mind this asshole. We in the way of your run?
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[personal profile] with_my_teacup 2014-07-20 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Richard Riddick.

Down. [That's to the dog.]

Wait. [That is, too. Once the dog is lying down, Riddick takes a measured step forward and offers his right hand; his left has the leather leash securely around it.]

I think I've seen you around at breakfast-- that's my shift in the kitchen.

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[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2014-07-19 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[No, it's not, and Bucky knows that better than he'd like to. Sure, his baggage is different and his nightmares have different plotlines, but trauma is trauma and people don't react that differently to it, at the end of the day. Some of the stuff's the same.

(And someday, he'll really understand what it's like to be in this spot, to feel like you're never going to be far enough from what you did to ever feel safe, to better, or whole.)

Bucky goes running a lot, and not even because he's damaged - he is, he knows he is, but this isn't really about that. He just likes staying in shape, keeping active and moving, because he needs to be ready to go at a moment's notice, and this helps.

He's in his Commandos uniform, and knows there's someone else in here - he's heard their footsteps for a while, enough to know it's only one person and they're not in trouble or in a particular hurry, really - but doesn't realize it's Stiles until he's actually behind him. And then - because he's a scootch - he speeds up a little to pass him and shoots him a quick grin.]


On your left.

[Except hey, wait, Stiles actually looks a little rough, so he takes a couple more steps just because of momentum and then slowly to a halt, turning around quickly to actually look at him.]

What happened?
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[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2014-07-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Bucky barks out a laugh that's less amused and more "yeah, I get that" because, well. He dreams about falling a lot.

Unsurprisingly.

So he definitely looks sympathetic, and figures it's a good thing Stiles fessed up instead of trying to act like nothing was bugging him. He might have let it go before he had the story, but now that he does, well. Bucky's always had a hard time just walking away from people who are clearly in over their heads.

Well, person. But people, too.]


How long've you been out here?
imfollowinghim: (You have serious thrill issues dude.)

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[personal profile] imfollowinghim 2014-07-21 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[It's okay, Stiles, Bucky really doesn't mind. God knows he jokes about it enough as is, so it's not like he's going to hold a bad choice of words against him. At all.

Bucky shrugs in response.]


Maybe an hour. You mind company?

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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2014-07-19 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dean has never really been a nature person. He always hated camping, he'd much prefer driving anywhere to walking anywhere, and his experiences in the great outdoors had always been limited to running away from something trying to eat him or something else equally uncomfortable for him. Which is all very hilarious, considering the state of his world, but that's neither here nor there.

Here, where Iris turned him loose after he paid the toll of a minimum of fussing she pretended she wasn't doing, it's much more peaceful than there anyway. It's not why he's in here, of course, so much as he's still trying to work out where, exactly, "here" is and what the rules are. Sure, people have explained them to him, but he's long past being able to trust the judgment of others, especially in matters of the afterlife. If he's letting the sunlight and the warm afternoon breeze - warm enough that he's shed his military jacket, though he carries it with him anyway - sink into his skin and loosen the ever present tightness in his chest at the same time, well, he'll never tell.

In point of fact he's standing under a tree full of dark, purple-black berries amongst the branches when he catches sight of movement; it's automatic to step away from where he'd pulled down one of the branches, to put his back to the trunk of the tree and his front to the possible incoming threat, though he's not any more openly hostile than normal.

In fact he raises his chin a little, recognizing Stiles as he jogs into view on the narrow path, though he doesn't call out or otherwise offer a greeting. Just acknowledgement for now.
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2014-07-20 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean can empathize with that a little, or at least he used to be able to, when he could empathize with anyone or anything remotely normal. He'd been considered a dangerous man, a useless jock, a ne'er-do-well long before any of it was true; he'd known since middle school that he wasn't going to amount to anything, just by listening to other people talk.

Boy were they wrong.

Investigation is an ongoing process, one he's not too keen on being terribly obvious about, although his apathy isn't entirely disingenuous; he'd wonder, if he knew, just how after life a state of existence needs must be before it counts as an afterlife, because Dean is pretty sure he's long past his limit. If this isn't the afterlife, he's really not sure what other people are expecting.

He glances Stiles over with a blatantly critical eye, relaxes his own stance a little as though he might go back to what he'd been doing anyway, but he doesn't. Not yet.

Instead:
] You look like shit. [Because Dean, currently but infrequently sober and still not quite all there behind his eyes, is absolutely one to talk.]
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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2014-07-21 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
You can say whatever the hell you want, doesn't make it any less true.

[This Dean states firmly, meets Stiles' return glance with a steady, uncompromising stare and does not acknowledge either the irony or the skepticism even a little. After all, Dean knows why he looks like shit: life does that to a man, especially his. Stiles, though, is too young to look that ragged.

Not that Dean believes this with any kind of conviction; misfortune doesn't exactly give a damn about age before it decides to drop in, and he knows that. It's just habit, to think the young are or should be somehow safer than the old, one he could do with breaking. That or he just hates it, but that's nothing special: he hates a lot of things.
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Let me guess: it's the adderall again. Makes it hard to know when to stop before you pass the fuck out.

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[personal profile] theresalwayshope 2014-07-20 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Allison was getting increasingly restless. She felt...useless without something to do, just waiting for an inmate to be put in her care. Now that she knew that the Barge had its...risks, had experienced them firsthand, she was worried about her friends and doubly worried about Stiles.

Every day she wasn't doing her part was one more day that something could change...that maybe he could be taken away from them again.

She was finally getting a little claustrophobic in the gym, so today Allison was in the CES for a run. It felt more open, at least, but the longer she ran, the more she realized she was starting to recognize it.

She was about to take out her comm and see if Scott was in the CES for a run of his own when she caught a flash of color through the trees. Turning, she followed it, emerging onto a new path in just enough time to nearly plow straight into Stiles.]


Jesus! Stiles, I--

[She was laughing, a hand on his arm to keep them both from going down...then she saw his face.

And suddenly it was her first night all over again.]


Stiles? [She peered into his face...then pulled him close without thinking, tugging him in as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a fierce hug, running a hand over his hair soothingly.]

Hey...c'mere...
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[personal profile] theresalwayshope 2014-07-22 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[She holds on for a moment longer, then draws back to look into his face, gathering her courage to hear what he has to say. She knows what has to be in his head, she's seen what it could do for herself. Back home, Isaac was still...

She had no idea what was happening to Isaac, and immediately forces herself to forget him...even Scott, even Lydia, just for this one moment, because Stiles needs her.]


Tell me why. [A small smile crosses her face.] I know I'm not Lydia, but...I'm here to protect you, no matter what might be out to get you.

[She gives his shoulders a fond squeeze, then reaches up to tap the middle of his forehead.]

Even if it's just your own brain...tell me about it.
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[personal profile] theresalwayshope 2014-07-25 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't like that. The dreams were how it began, and if the Nogitsune was gone, that should have stopped.

If he wasn't really sick, that should have stopped...right?

She knows it's stupid, she still has nightmares. Not that she shares them, but they all come to visit her in her sleep, now and again: Kate, Jackson, Gerard, Deucalion, Kali...

...Boyd, Erica...they aren't occasional visitors, though. Those two, she sees in her dreams every single night. Sometimes Derek even joins them...sometimes it's Isaac. Sometimes she's killing him, too.

She understands the root of the sort of nightmares he's got to be having...but she's still worried.

She nods, though, her features softening not with sympathy, but with empathy.]


I do. [She wants to admit to sharing them, her own version of them...but the words won't fit themselves onto her tongue, so she looks down and tries different words.]

Do they ever come for you? In your dreams...the people you hurt.

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