Cruel || The Banshee and the Beta ➼ TEEN WOLF

Chapter 12 - Gone up in flames

The door, fortunately, wasn't locked. But inside, it was just a room being renovated. Plastic drapes were peppered around the room and the floor had a dusty sheet covering it. There was heavy machinery laying around and open paint cans. Just an empty room. 

So, we relocated to Lydia and Allison's motel room. I was sat on the edge of Lydia's bed, my head in my hands as she paced the floor and started packing her things away. 

"You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place." she muttered, her heel-clad boots padding against the creaky wooden floors. Before either of us could come up with some reasonable response to that, she continued. "Hey, Lexie, Allison, we need to leave." she pushed us and when I looked up I saw how wide and panicked her eyes were. 

"But they were suicides, not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?" Allison scoffed slightly before looking over at me for the answers. 

I gulped loudly and looked at my feet."Oh it-it totally is. Before I heard the voices, I saw a dead body in my room, and there was blood absolutely everywhere."

"Exactly!" Lydia raised her voice erratically as her body trembled in the centre of the room. She was freaking out and I had no idea how to actually calm her down. 

"Lydia-,"

"You know, I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room. Maybe that's why they're renovating. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling." she shivered at her gross words as Allison stood up and went over to her best friend. 

"Maybe we should find out." So like that, we planned to go down to the front desk and ask the woman who I had seen earlier for some answers about this place. All the while, Lydia filled me in on what she found out before she heard the voices. 

There was a number hanging up in the office, one I hadn't seen before because I was too focused and put off by the old lady's breathing tube from a previous tracheotomy. It looked very worn out and probably needed to be replaced, but I didn't mention anything. Anyway, Lydia told me that the number had a meaning. It represented the amount of suicides.

And then there was one thing that the woman said that when Lydia repeated, made me shiver, "and counting". And counting? What the hell does that mean? People are gonna die? We made our way down the stairs and to the front desk. But as we stood in front of the glass looking around for her. We realised she wasn't there. 

"Well, there goes that." Lydia sighed as we were both about to turn around and leave in defeat, then Allison's hands grabbed both of our upper arms. 

"Didn't you say the sign said 198?" our eyes drifted over to the sign that now read '202' 4 more to what it was. 

"It was 198. I swear to God it was 198." Lydia told us in exasperation as I nodded and gripped her hand. She was about to go into full-panic mode again.

Allison pressed her hand to Lydia's shoulder, telling her that she no doubt believes her. "Okay, what does that mean, that there's been four more suicides?" she asked and I turned away from both of them, looking into space and thinking about what this could mean. 

That's when my banshee powers screamed at me and my mouth fell open in shock. Oh god, no. I spun back around and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Or four more are about to happen." we needed Stiles. 

Sabrina - Third person P.O.V

"Stop it! Stop it!" she begged, collapsing to her knees and balling her eyes out. She just wanted it to stop. There was something deeply wrong going on. She was seeing things. Things that weren't real, that weren't actually there.