The Devil Wears Prada

Stiles nodded, watching her, his magic reachign out to hopefully form some kind of barrier between Bridget and the fox, somethign to keep her safe and groudned even as the fox tried to force control over her again. “Yes, that’s basically what it is. A demon, him,” he paused to point at the fox, looking at the bandaged face for a moment before letting amber eyes fall back to Bridget. “Has taken refuge in your mind and body because you have powers he can sense. That he thinks he can latch onto and use for his own chaotic deeds.” he explained. “He tried it with me, and he lost. I think that’s why I’m here. Something pulled me here to help you before it’s too late.” he looked over the board, thinking. “If he plays like I think he will, you can win this n a few turns and hopefully get some semblance of control back.” he replied. He then reached out a hand to her. “Do you trust me?”

“Well, Titan is what this guy is.” he motioned his head at the fox. “Only Titan has complete control of the fox.” He watched her seriously. “He has you locked inside your mind.” he nodded. “Those are from where he’s got control of your body.” he explained. “You aren’t normal. You have something, something powerful. He wants to unlock it like he tried to do with me.” he moved to the tree, looking it over. “You don’t know chess, that’s why he picked it.” he said. “I can guide you.”

Stiles shook his head. “No, it’s not a dream. Its2part of the supernatural in town. I know you know what I’m talking about.” He replied. “How many blackoutshave you had? Have you missed numerous days in a row yet?” He asked. “That is the fox. He wants power, and there is power somewhere locked within you. He’s biding his time until he can find a way to unlock it. To erase you. That’s why he’s using a game you don’t know.” He pointed at the board, blinking. Chess. He knew this game. “Bridget, I can help you. I can guide you, help you win. Do you trust me?”

Stiles glanced at the fox, knowing he may not have long. “It’s complicated. Just trust me, okay? I’ve been where you are.” he replied. “He is.” Stiles’ head motioned to the fox sitting across from the girl. “I don’t know why I’m here or how I got here, but I want to help in any way I can.” He explained. “I know it’s scary, Bridget. But you can fight this. You can win.” he told her, daring to take a step closer. “I’ve done it before, too. It isn’t easy, but it’s possible to get control back.”

“Fair…” he said, smirking a little as he put his arm around her. “Then, let’s quote unquote; you you off the market.” he said, looking at Bridget as he nodded slightly; noticing a few guys turn their attention to Bridget.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Bridget replied, letting out a soft chuckle. She just hoped that she would catch the attention of someone around her. “I am just going to pretend everything you say is hilarious.”

Stiles stared at the fox unwaveringly. “I survived you and your torment. I have survived and learned how to control what you wanted to take from me. You were the weak one because you couldn’t get what you wanted. My power is mine and no one can take it away now.” He promised, used to the way the fox thought. “Taunting me won’t get the response you want.” That was the one thing Stiles knew he could predict.

As the girl spoke, Stiles moved forward. “It’s okay. It’s also…complicated. We’re inside your mind, where he’s keeping you.” He explained. “I know it’s a lot, and I know it may be scary, but you are not alone, no matter what he says.”

Stiles frowned, staring at the bandaged face of the fox he knew so well and yet didn’t. “Let me talk to her.” He said seriously. When the fox merely glanced at him and returned to the game, he wanted to growl, a sudden confidence in his magic that he’d been lacking surfacing. He lifted his hand and lowered it, flames swirling around it as he focused on saving the girl. “See this? This is what you saw, isn’t it? What drew you to me instead of Scott or Allison. This is only part of it, and I know she’s got something you want, too, but you can’t play unfair. Give her a chance to fight and let. Me. Talk to her.” He demanded. “Unless you’re just scared she can beat you, too.”

“Well, tonight is about breaking the rules; and you are more inclined to guys.” he said as he looked around the place. “So, if you want; then tonight we can make time.” he said with a bit of a smirk. “There are at least, a hundred guys in here who would be lucky to dance with you.”

“Well, aren’t men into girls that they can’t have?” Bridget replied, smirking at Titan once more. She wasn’t much of an expert but she knew that many people liked a challenge. “ So I guess I am going to need your help with that. “

Sleep was easier than it used to be, but it still wasn’t always the best of sleep. He had drifted off scouring the internet and the bestiary for answers, sprawled across his bed. His mind was dark and then suddenly, it wasn’t. He was sitting on a floor, surroudned by white and a chill ran down his spine as he looked around. No, it couldn’t be.

He scrambled up, spinning to look around. “Alright fox, we’ve been through this!” he called, his tone on edge and slightly annoyed. As if by willing it, the fox appeared, sitting with Bridget on the very tree he’d held Stiles captive in his mind. They were focused on the board, and Stiles knew all too well that game. “Bridget!” he called.

Bridget looked around and noticed that she was sitting playing chess. The situation seemed odd to her, but considering everything that happened recently she wasn’t that surprised. It was to the point where Bridget was scared that she was going insane because she was experiencing more and more black outs. There were whole days in which she couldn’t remember anything.

“We’ve got tons of time left.” he said laughing a little. “I’ve got faith in us, and in our friends.” he said before nodding a bit and smirking. “I think that’s perfectly acceptable” he said as he ordered them two drinks, then once they arrived he started to drink his and grinned a bit. “So, which way do you swing? Cause I can definitely be your wingman if you’re looking for some fun” he nodded to the crowd. 

“I’ll see it when I believe it. This all seems a little too crazy for a group of teenagers to deal with.” Bridget replied, wanting to have faith in the boy but unsure about the situation. She raised her eyebrow at the man’s comment for a moment, but then as he continued to speak it made more sense. “I’ve never really had time for the whole romance thing. Although, I am more inclined to men.”

“You got it.” he grinned, moving with her; taking her to the Sinema; texting Ethan he’d be back a little late; saying he was going to hang out with Bridget before heading into the club and could join them if he wanted; grinning a little. “So! You drink? Or are you more soda?”

“We might as well enjoy whatever time we have left.” Bridget replied, shrugging at Titan. If everything was going to shit than they might as well have fun. “I’ve been known to have a drink every now and again. I can’t always follow the rules you know.”

“Well, then lets un-ground you. Even for a little bit.” he said as he started to head to the Sinema. “ID Checks are anything but strict there so one or two drinks won’t kill us.” he laughed a little, heading toward the club. 

“Sounds like a plan to me honestly. After everything I’ve learned today, I would love to have some fun.” Bridget replied, letting out a soft chuckle. “One or two drinks will surely be some fun. Lead the way.”