Now you see me, now you don't {S.S}

Chapter 17

After about 30-45 minutes, I looked around the room curiously, hearing something very strange. I looked over to Stiles as he walked into the room, more snacks than expected in his hands.

"Boyd broke the vending machine." He quickly explained, sitting down on his bed. I nodded, looking around the room again when I heard an echoing voice again.

"Which...which one do you want?" I spun around, trying to find the source of the male voice. Stiles sent me a look and I shook my head, brushing it off.

"I don't know. The smaller one, I guess." My breath caught in my throat, finally locking onto the direction.

"You okay?" I slowly nodded, although fairly unsure as to whether or not I was.

"It's okay. Smaller's better. There's less kick." I shivered again, a little more aggressively this time, feeling it to be more like an uncontrollable tic. This place was freezing... "I'll chamber the round." Was he talking about a gun? "All right, so..."

"Wait, wait, when do I...I mean, do you count?" This sounded like he was going to shoot her...was it a murder? A suicide..? A suicide pact, even?

"Y-yeah, I'll...I'll count to three." A pact between a man and a woman...siblings? Friends? Lovers?

"So...after three or on three?"

"You tell me." His voice was soft, wanting her to decide everything. I bit my lip, getting the twitchy shiver again, this time the shiver made me twitch enough that I clicked my neck.

"One, two...then pull the trigger." To Stiles I was just staring aimlessly at a wall, occasionally shivering.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"One, two.." I shivered again when I heard a loud bang, covering my ears and dropping to my knees with tears in my eyes.

"Make it stop, make it stop!" Stiles stood up from his bed and knelt in front of me, resting his back against Scott's bed as I cried out, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into him.

"(N/n)! (Y/n). you're okay...what happened? What's wrong?"

"I-I-I don't know what's going on! I heard voices, they shot each other!" He pressed his face into my hair and pulled me fully against him, keeping me close to him until I calmed down. I cried, trying to calm myself down enough to just be shaking slightly and silently. "Is this what it's like to be dead?" I asked quietly, holding tightly onto Stiles' arm.

"What do you mean?"

"Hearing voices...when other people have died...about how they died...?" There was no response, just my closest friend pulling me into him more. He had one of his legs either side of him, my face buried into his chest.

"Maybe it's just part of you now..." I sat still, completely quiet. "Since you're technically a ghost...maybe you can also be 'in contact' with that sort of world."

"You mean the afterlife?" He nodded in my hair. "Yeah...maybe..." We both heard his phone go off.

"Can I go get it?" I nodded, letting go of his arm and leaning against the bed while he went to get it, Scott having been in the bathroom still. "It's Lydia, she wants to talk to us." I nodded, Stiles' grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet and out of the room.

We sat in the girl's room, Allison pacing about while the remaining three of us were sat still.

"The last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon."

"Yeah, I know, he was definitely a little off with me, too." I stared at the two standing teenagers, Allison and Stiles, Lydia on one of the beds with me. "But actually it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine..."

"See, it is the motel." I looked to Lydia, who had just spoken.

"Lyds, you said you heard voices in the room next to yours..." She nodded and I sent her a scared smile. "Was it a couple?" She nodded again, wary of what I was asking. "O-okay..."At least I wasn't the only one to have heard it.

"You heard it too?" I nodded, letting the group get back to their main conversation.

"Okay, just hold on, what if it's not just the motel?" The three of us girls stared at the only boy in the room, waiting for him to explain. "The number in the office went up by three, right?" The other two females nodded.

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison asked, catching on and I was growing increasingly scared for my younger brother's safety.

"What if this time it's three werewolves?"

"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd."

"But that's not part of the pattern..." The group looked to me, and I was looking for everyway to deny that my brother might die tonight. "Deaton said 'Warriors, healers, philosophers, and Virgins', I don't remember werewolves being on the list."

"But what if they're the healers? They can take pain, and heal themselves faster than a human." I bit my lip when Stiles argued against my point, already knowing he was right.

We all ran out of the room when we realised something, heading to the room next door, where the couple had been, only to discover it was locked. As my friends turned to leave, I heard a saw whir to life.

"I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" I shook my head when Lydia asked.

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on." Stiles appeared again.

"Handsaw?!"

I sucked in a deep breath and brought my foot up, slamming my boot into the area just above the door handle. And again, and again, and finally the door swung open. My eyes widened when I saw what was happening. Ethan was stood in the middle of the room with a handsaw in his hands, slowly moving it towards his stomach.

"Ethan, don't!" I shouted, hurrying into the room with my friends. As Stiles tried to pry it from him, Lydia unplugged it. Due to our attempt to stop Ethan severely harming himself, he brought out his claws. Allison and Stiles were quick to grab his arms to stop him from maiming his own stomach. While struggling, he fell forwards, his hand planting on a heater and scolding it.

"What just happened?" Ethan was panting, looking across all of us before his eyes landed on me. When none of us answered, he hurried out of the room.

"Ethan!" I called out, following after him. When he finally stopped, my arms were quick to wrap around his torso, my head burying into is shoulder as I hugged him tight. "You fucking dumbass!" I felt him tense up. "You tried to rip apart your stomach with a handsaw." I muttered. I felt him relax, his arms soon wrapping around me.

"What..?"

"You tried to kill yourself. Please, please, please, just stay with Danny in your room. I'm begging you..." He nodded, patting my back.

"Okay..."