paradisalogs | Truth be told I’m still just scared as hell

Who: Stiles Stilinski & You
What: An open nightmare
When: Nightmare plot
Where: In... dreams?
Rating: R for a lot of death

[The minute you enter his dream you're on the floor of a hallway, body paralyzed from the neck down. It's ever so slowly starting to wear off and you find you can move bit by agonizing bit. It's not easy to even lift a finger.

Stiles is on the floor and slowly crawling his way to the open room. He might be painfully, painfully slow, but there are sounds of pain. Sounds that are distinctly his father's

A certain well dressed man has Stiles' father by the throat. The man has sharp, sharp claws and is beginning to draw blood.]

You know, you really should have taken that offer when you had the chance, Stiles. We could have avoided this.

[Stiles can only glare up at Peter.

And despite the fact that Peter has claws at the Sheriff's throat, he's pinning Stiles with a look of complete disgust.]

I knew it. It's your fault. It's always been your fault. Look what you've done!

[And at that Stiles seems to shrink back.]

[ooc: The NPC Peter will be in red, the NPCs associated with your character's loved ones will be in blue.

If you want the NPCs to pick apart their failures or insecurites PM me or IM me what to say.]

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[Penny makes a distressed squeak, looking around. This was bad, really bad. She notices Stiles.]

Stiles!

[Then she notices the other two men.]

HEY! Stop!

Penny?

[Oh god. Oh god no. It's bad enough that he's here-]

And why should I listen to you? You? You're a community college drop out. Hardly worth listening to, if I'm being honest.

And today, I'm being very honest.

[And with that Peter slices the Sheriff's throat.]

No! Stop! [He can feel his heart speeding up- he feels like he's starting to drown. It's harder to breathe- but Stiles is still straining to get to his fallen father.]

[She freezes completely at that. How did she ever think she could help? And then he slices his throat open.

She screams, terrified.]

Stiles, be careful!

[She's trying to crawl toward him, stop him from getting too close to Peter.]

[Stiles doesn't even scream. This is something he got used to, people being killed in front of him- but not his dad. His dad should have stayed as far away from Peter as possible.

And he's not listening to Penny. He's trying too hard to get to his dad.]

Oh Stiles. You try so hard, it's amusing how terribly hard you try. And yet, you couldn't do anything. Now... if you took the bite- maybe you would have been more effectual.

[He turns to Penny]

And you? You're not even smart enough to get out of this.

[Katniss ... is starting to notice a trend here. She always seems to wake up somewhere new. And horrible.]

[God, this is just like the Arena ...]

[Focus, Everdeen. The man there - he has someone important to Stiles, that much she can tell. But what's worse? There's Prim. There's Peeta, and Gale, all lying limp upon the floor. She grunts, twitching her finger, trying to move towards the man with the claws.]

Not ... his ... fault.

[What was this stuff? She felt like she was trying to move her body through mud from the neck down. Either way, make them focus on her]

[How do people keep getting in here?]

Oh, no. You'd be mistaken. Everything that's happened in this room? It's all a result of what he's done... or refused to do.

Katniss- you need to leave. [It's not safe, the fewer people he likes harmed the better. But Katniss is here, right next to the danger.]

The hell with that - you sound like someone who likes to blame people for their own shitty problems.

[She grunted softly, trying to pull herself along with one arm.]

Only thing Stiles did, that I can see, is say no to you. Which was probably the smartest thing he's ever done.

Every problem Stiles has is his own fault. [And the Sheriff's neck has been slashed for the second time. Stiles watches it- probably a horrible idea, but he can't make himself look away]

I thought I could do more without taking it. [He looks away from Katniss] I really couldn't.

[Katniss's teeth ground together, as she moved herself another agonizingly slow inch.] Every problem every person has is their own fault, except for the ones forced on them. Seems you're forcing your problems on Stiles. And his family.

[She pressed her lips together, looking over at Stiles.] You are the best you can be. You don't have to take anything, Stiles, because you're who makes you great.

I'm hardly forcing them. He already knows it's all true. Don't you, Stiles?

Shut up. [Stiles glares up at him, heart pounding in his chest. It's true. He knows it's all true.]

I do like you Stiles. And that's why I'm going to offer it to you again. Do you. Want. The bite?

[Come on, body COME ON. She gritted her teeth as she pushed herself a little further. Oh, she just moved her foot. Fantastic. She used that to push herself closer to her loved ones, and between this ... guy.]

...what the hell is the bite?

[ Finally! A scene Scott is more familiar with that he's stumbled across. Only... it's not one he wants to see. In fact, watching Peter Hale dig his claws into Mr. Stilinski's throat is pretty much the last thing Scott wants to see.

He tries to move a finger, and manages to wiggle his pointer finger slightly. This is bad. This is really bad. There's got to be a way to stop it... to get Peter's attention...

All he can think of is to call out. ]

STOP!!

Truth be told I’m still just scared as hell

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