Paranormal Dreams, Oridinary Problems

Stiles was falling…and it was unlike any sensation he’d ever felt before. 

To be truly falling, to have no control over his body. To be unable to stop, to not know where he was. 

To have no will.

All he had was the inevitable truth that he would eventually hit the ground…and that when he did it would be really unpleasant. Like having to tread water for two hours while holding a two hundred pound werewolf while trying to avoid a psychotic                                     snake thing with no way to call for help unpleasant…though in hindsight that wasn’t all  bad considering the werewolf had been Derek but…

Wow even in dreams Stiles was ADD, that was new.

He fell, struggling to use his limbs, struggling to scream, but even that simple freedom had been robbed from him.

Please tell my dad I love him, Stiles thought, though to whom that was directed to only God knew…there was a God wasn’t there? Stiles would like to think so if a place like this existed. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate hoping the end would be swift and painless. The only problem was…

It never came.

Instead, suddenly, he was flying, long bat like wings sprouting from his back, and the boiling air streamed in his face. It was only then he realized where he was, recognizing the spires, the thousand degree temperature, the oozing pits of black blood. He looked up, the sky was a  deep crimson red. He gulped.

 

He was back in his own personal Hell.

He touched ground and his wings disappeared, painfully folding back inside of him, the bones rearranging to accommodate the foreign entity. He winced and shrugged his shoulders, trying to massage the new ache and looked around. For some reason he was guarded, jumpy, and anxious…which pretty much described Stiles on a daily basis, but it felt wrong, like in this form he was forever confident…

Fearless.

He took a few a steps forward and stopped as voices wafted over to him. Stiles stopped, they were coming towards him. He quickly scanned his surroundings and jumped behind a spire just as two figures came into view.

“Are you ready?” The first asked.

“Of course,” The second voice, vaguely familiar, responded in a gruff manner, “I already promised my soul in exchange for immortality.”

“That’s only if you successfully free him and his minions into the second layer.”

Stiles frowned, what where they talking about? Second layer? Immortality in exchange for a soul? He really was in hell.  

It’s a state of reality, the one all of your kind inhabit  Stiles jumped startled by the third voice that spoke in his head. The same one from his last dream. 

Oh it’s you again, He thought back, Anything else I should know about, like I don’t know, maybe how the hell I got here in the first place?!

You shouldn’t use the name of Hell in vain, especially considering we’re in his domain. The voice spat back.

Whose domain? The devils? Cause if so I’d really like it if you let me go back to my bed and sleep normally for once. Stiles shot back.

Shut up Stiles, this is important.

Really? Is this shut up Stiles day or something? You’re like the third to tell me that.

The voice remained silent.

“Fine, ready the portal.” The Gruff voice commanded the first.

“Yes Master.” The second voice hissed. Stiles shivered thinking of the Kanima.

The first voice slithered into view. 

Stiles suppressed a scream. 

The thing that was in front of him, made the Kanima look like a pikachu plushie in comparison.

The f**k is that?! Stiles thought frantically to the little visitor in his head.  It looks like Ugly Betsy on steroids’ and the Kanima had a baby!

The voice chuckled before responding, That, Stiles, is a Demon.

Way to state the obvious smart a*s.

Don’t ask if you already have the answer.

Oh shut up only I can be witty and sarcastic.

The first voice began to chant, the words flowing off its serpentine tongue with a strange lull, pitches going up and down, a dangerous, yet strangely hypnotic sound.

Cough, Cough Mr. Voice, what’s it saying? Stiles inquired.

A bunch of boring things your ADD mind will zone out on in a minute.

Hey! I take offense to that! I will not zone out that fast, Stiles crossed his arms subconsciously in irritation.

Really? Well then let’s see: ‘Gate of the Sun I close thee, Gate of the Moon I open thee, Gate of the Earth I harness thee Gate-’

Ok! Ok! I get it! Really boring s**t!

Stiles felt the voice snicker.

Oh shut up! So you were right! Big whoop.

Stiles felt the Voice leave again and Stiles turned his attention back to the scene in front of him. By this time a small sliver of an opening was forming in front of the Snake Demon, a pitch black line rippling in front of it, widening steadily as the Serpents voice crescendoed higher and higher until, with a stomach lurching boom, it flew open, a twenty foot doorway springing in front of  them.

The Serpent stopped chanting and surveyed its work, panting slightly, before turning back to its Master.

“It’s ready.”

“Good.”

The first voice walked forward; Stiles felt his heart skip a beat  and his blood rush from his face.

“Gerard.” He whispered.

Gerard turned around, his eyes instantly locking on Stiles, a slow sadistic smile curling his lips. He looked younger, some of his wrinkles had vanished, his form skinnier, his pallor more life like. What the hell had happened to him?

“You.”

“Me,” Stiles shifted awkwardly where he was, “How’s that bite feeling? Still spewing black stuff?”

Gerard just smiled, “Oh how I hate smart alecks. Pythep…kill him.”

The demon nodded and turned to Stiles, its tongue flicking in and out menacingly.  Gerard looked away and began to enter the doorway. Stiles knew he should stop him but what could he do? He had no enhanced senses, he was just the fragile human.

Oh that’s right. 

He can run.

And run he did. 

The demon pounced on him. It’s teeth glistened in front of him, fangs dripping venom, its epression gleeful. Stiles felt fear grip him, he was going to die, legit this time. The demon arched its neck, its gold eye shining dangerously, then it struck, leaving Stiles with only pain and darkness.

***

Stiles shot up from the bed, his hand instantly rushing to his still aching neck, pulse racing, a scream barely contained in his mouth. It was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was just a dream, his hyper active mind repeated over and over again to itself. Oh Derek, why couldn’t you be here now?

He didn’t think it was possible but at some point he must’ve fallen asleep again, cause the next thing he knew the sun was out and Scott’s room was empty of well…Scott. Stiles sat up and looked around groggily, Scott and Mellisa must’ve decided to let him stay in today.

He sighed  and took his Aderall, getting out of bed as he did so. He walked over to Scott’s bathroom and quickly showered, happy to let the hot water wash away his troubles momentarily, then got dressed, checking his phone as he pulled on his pants. Three missed calls from Derek. 

Stiles grinned, the poor sour wolf was worried about him, and flipped open his phone to call back. Derek picked up on the second ring.

“Hello? Are you feeling okay?” He sounded out of breath.

“Hi…are you…panting?” Stiles asked scrunching his brow.

“I’m working out.”

“Oh?”

“Anyway, how are you feeling?”

“Alive,” Stiles replied simply, “Look uhm I’m not going to school today sooooo…we could hang out?”

God he sounded like a desperate girl, craving attention…well…he guessed that was fairly accurate…he was desperate and he was craving attention…and he definetly was the girl in this relationship whether he liked it or not, which he fortunately did or things might of ended up a whole lot differently…it’s a good thing Stiles was kinkier than he thought he was and omg there goes his mind again. 

Curse male teenage hormones.

Derek was silent for a moment and Stiles bit his lip nervously.

“Calm down Stiles, I’ll pick you up in thirty.”

Then he hung up. 

“Heck to the f*****g yes b*****s, I got a date with Derek Hale.” Stiles whooped punching the air.                    

Well…he guessed it was a date…he was going to get picked up…oh god…was it a date? It was wasn’t it? What if it wasn’t? Or better yet…what if it was? Oh god, oh god oh god oh god, he was gonna screw this up wasn’t he, and totally make Derek regret making out with the hyperactive ADD kid that was totally in love with him.

Ah s**t.

He was screwed.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J. Write]

Brilliant! I like the main character Stiles, and I love the supernatural bit of this story, and yeah I will read more. Well done.

[Tsukin Archangel]

yay~ Thanks supernatural paranormal dark dramatic stuff is my specialty....well I think so~ I look forward to your reviews :3

[Dark Butterfly]

extremely ineresting! your a great writter! i love the cheeky guy stiles is talking tpo in his head in his hell dream! lol good job
100/100
:)

[Tsukin Archangel]

lol yes gotta love that guy~ Cheeky characters are fun~ GLAD U LIKD IT :3 AND THANKS!

[kublakhan27]

Great storytelling as is usually the case...there's one thing that might throw some readers off though, that being the inconsistency of the quotations...it's one of those things you either have to go all the way with or dispose of altogether, but that's a minor issue in the grand scheme of things...great work :)

[Tsukin Archangel]

well i didnt add quote to part of it casue those where thoughts i dont usually quote thoughts but its awkwardly formatted due to the fact dreams are italicized ....THANKS FOR READING

[kublakhan27]

Oh I see, I get crossed up by the formatting on her at times, but that makes sense. Like I said, I liked it...a lot.

[Tsukin Archangel]

Ok thats good i kinda felt like this chap was dragging or something maybe it was just cause i'd spent like a broken up day doing it and felt like dying at 3am lol

[Anonymous Girl]

Ooh.. Its getting mysterious about Stiles!!

[Tsukin Archangel]

Lol indeed the plot thickens >;3

[Anonymous Girl]

Lol..

[Tsukin Archangel]

>;3

[Anonymous Girl]

>:)