Deaton put his baton up just in time to block the sword swinging towards him. The Oni swung again but was blocked once more. The two of them kept on with that exchange, hitting, dodging and blocking, until a third element perturbed the balance of it.
A second Oni spawned out of thin shadow ribbons behind Deaton; the man was barely holding his own against one demon, he knew he wouldn't last long with two at his throat.
He held his metal baton up in a horizontal orientation, in order to stop a sword from slicing him into two halfs. The creature threatening him from behind however, had a green light to act. It took momentum, getting ready to puncture through his spine.
Thankfully, Lydia's strong vocal cords were there to fall back on, as she sent the Oni flying backwards, sparing Deaton's life in te process. When she saw that he could most likely handle things from there, she made a swift turn around herself, to see Liam busy clawing his way through another demon's chest.
Both Maylee and Rosalie were involved in fights of their own, and looked like they were fine off.
Mason was emptying his gun inside an enemy's guts, he was shortly after backed up by Cory, who made himself visible again to the human eyes; he stood behind the Oni and bonked it with his own gun, to its head, hard enough to send it to the ground on its side.
"Everyone c'mon!!" Melissa screamed from inside the room where Stiles lied.
She had had the genius idea to disperse mountain ash powder all around the inside of that room, knowing that the creatures couldn't spawn inside that perimeter, she thought it would give them sometime to think of a plan.
Everyone scrambled her way, doing their best to shake their opponents off.
"How long will this hold?" asked Stilinski once they were all inside the temporary safe zone.
"Not sure, but I wouldn't count on it for very long," the reply came from Melissa.
"Do you think the others are...?" Rosalie began to ask but trailed off.
"Do I think the others are also fighting? Well, definitely, but I wouldn't worry about them if I were you," retorted Maylee.
Rosalie seemed to be accepting of that response way too easily for Mason's taste, "What do you mean by not to worry about them? If they're being attacked by these things, I am pretty sure a lot of worrying should be done,"
The lights began to flicker on and off restlessly, that was when Liam realized something, or the absence of someone that should have been with them, "Wait, where is Alec?"
"What do you mean? He's standing right over there," Lydia pointed at one of the corners in the room, confused by Liam's question.
"Where? Lydia, I don't see anybody there," replied Liam.
"We... can't see him either if that means anything..." added Melissa.
There was nobody else there indeed, only Lydia's eyes were seeing him; she turned her head slightly to the side and..."Jordan?" she muttered when she saw Parrish, she kept on turning, "Malia?... Peter?" the slow pivoting she was doing became frantic, "Derek? Scott?" she wasn't murmuring anymore.
But then she stopped dead in her motion, shocked," S... Stiles?" she uttered.
At the exception of Maylee, everyone around Lydia seemed lost, when she said Stiles's name however, they all turned to him on the bed.
"What the hell?" sheriff Stilinski stiffened.
Lydia directed her attention towards the bed as well by then," Where is he? Where is Stiles?"
Stiles was no longer lying down, in fact he was nowhere to be in that room, none of the others that Lydia saw seconds before were either. They all vanished the same way they appeared, because they were never there, she realized, she was just having a banshee premonition.
****
Where was Stiles?
Stiles staggered along the hospital hallway, only one purpose in mind, what was his purpose? Whenever he tried to think about it clearly in his head, it all seemed so blurry; why was he heading towards the roof anyway? Noway to grasp that, he just felt the urge to.
As he moved, he didn't seem to encounter any human soul; before he could wonder about the reasons for that, he had already made it to the highest floor; and something else caught his attention; words around him, on posters, patient files near their room entrances and warning signs along his way. He could read all of them.
"Am I still dreaming?" he muttered to himself.
"Why don't you find that out on your own?" an unpleasantly familiar voice whispered behind him, so close that he could feel their breath on the back of his neck.
His only way of putting any kind of distance between them two, was to push open the rooftop door and throw himself out under the still dark sky. He wondered if he was contemplating the real sky or, if he was still stuck in his nightmare, he pondered about the thought that, the night was stretching beyond its own time, but then, his mind became preoccupied by something else...
The silhouette standing right by the edge, she looked like she was ready to jump. Was she a patient? She was dressed like one.
Stiles froze in astonishment, when he thought he recognized her ...
"M... Mom?" he mouthed with a shaky voice.