Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-07-19 12:53 pm
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-07-19 12:53 pm
Entry tags:
- allison argent,
- and a bargain must be made,
- anything but gently down the stream,
- bucky barnes,
- bucky has a phd in psychology,
- dean winchester,
- emotional tether,
- feel it pull me underneath,
- game: tlv,
- i think her death it must be killing me,
- i think we ran out of time,
- life is but a dream,
- like the sun came out,
- lydia martin,
- not just a girl,
- richard riddick,
- there's still poison in our veins
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.]
[Spam for Lydia Martin]
[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.]
[Open Spam]
[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.]
[Spam for Lydia Martin]
[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.]
[Open Spam]
[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.]
spam
[He picks up the pace, not going at full speed because he wants to challenge Stiles and get his mind off things, not leave him totally in the dust, but he's still going faster. His footsteps are methodical, like this is some run they'd done a billion times in basic, and the pattern of it is sort of soothing.]
spam
Stiles picks up the pace too, his features twisting into something less than pleasant. You'd think with all the running from supernatural crap he's done he'd be a little better at running in general.]