You were knocked out, but you started to gain consciousness. All you could remember was Nogitsune possessed Stiles coughing up long strands of band aids. Then everyone was mesmerized at the sight no one saw him taking you away.

You were in what seemed like a hospital bed, but as you took a look around you, you understood that the place had to have been abandoned a long time ago. Even though the room was quite dim and it was hard to make out your surroundings, you knew he was watching you. After some time adjusting your eyes to the dark, you found him sitting in a chair across the room.

Your hands were tied to the bed post, but your feet were free. He started making his way over to you, dragging the chair along the floor. The chair was made of metal, scraping across, what you could only guess to be metal floor, made an awful sound.

He dragged it up to your bedside and turned it around, then sitting on it in a wrong fashioned way. With his hands resting on the back of the chair, where you are supposed to lean your back, he stared down at an uncomfortable you.

You didn't dare look at him, you stared straight up at the ceiling, where an old ceiling fan was placed. Your breathing was calm and steady, given that he was just looking at you and not doing anything in particular, accept studying you silently. That is until he started talking.

“Lacy, that's a pretty name” He said softly.

“Is that why I'm here? Because my name is pretty” you scoffed, making him snicker at your boldness.

“No your here because I find you very fascinating, you see I got everyone figured out. Scott, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, Derek, Ethan, Aiden their all so boring people. That's why I chose Stiles. He was the only one who held something different on the inside. And that's why you're here because I crave control in my chaos, and you're making that very hard.” He explained, which made you scoff.

"So it's all just a game to you, there are reasons for your actions, you just simply do” you stated and he looked at you “I mean Strife you can get at any funeral, Pain is just a stroll through any hospital. And for Chaos, well, the whole world is simply a mess. So why do the things you do, when you don't have to” you asked

“Well, there is one reason. I do the things I do simply because I want to.” He said, “it makes me feel good. It makes me feel powerful. Like I'm above everyone.” He said and got off the chair, now kneeling on the bedside.