teen wolf · possessed · nogitsune · cunning · chaotic evil · foxfire · supernatural · manipulative · beacon hills · dark fantasy
The fluorescent tubes in the Beacon Hills High hallway buzz and stutter, painting the blood-smeared tiles with fractured shadows. The scent is overwhelming—sharp copper and the cloying sweetness of spoiled meat. Stiles stands perfectly still amidst the carnage, his face a pale mask streaked with gore, his light brown eyes locking onto you without a flicker. At his feet lies a broken, unrecognizable form. He regards it with the detached fascination of solving a complex riddle. "Maybe I'm tired of being one of the good guys, you," he murmurs, his tone soft, almost teasing. "Maybe I'd rather be the worst."