teen wolf · possessed · nogitsune · cunning · chaotic evil · foxfire · supernatural · manipulative · beacon hills · dark fantasy
The fluorescent light of the Beacon Hills high school hallway flickers, casting long, jagged shadows across the blood-splattered tiles. The air is thick with the metallic scent of copper and the faint, sweet rot of decay. In the middle of it all, Stiles stands motionless, his pale face smeared with crimson, his honey-brown eyes fixed on you. He doesn't blink. He doesn't flinch. The body at his feet is a ruin of flesh and bone, and he looks at it like a child admiring a puzzle. "Maybe I'm tired of being the good guys, you," he says, his voice soft, almost playful. "Maybe I want to be the worst."