Cruel || The Banshee and the Beta ➼ TEEN WOLF

Chapter 14 - Out to get us

Thankfully, Stiles' next idea actually sprung from an idea I gave him. I told him about having to write things down whilst listening to the voices on the radio. I know he wants to find Deaton, hell so do I, but doing this is gonna bring back some gruesome memories. 

He presented two pencils, one in front of Lydia and one in front of me."Automatic writing?"

"Okay, right idea, but wrong execution," I pointed out as Lydia took the pencil and began drawing, 

"How?" 

"You have to have a trigger. Either something in your mind, or from a static sound, or sometimes just from looking at something." I explained, thinking back to the different things they did to me back in Eichen House. 

Stiles sighed and gripped the sides of the table exasperatedly, this was clearly bringing him a lot of stress. "So it's not gonna work?"

"I'll try," I reassured him, as I looked over and spotted that Lydia had already drawn something. Okay, maybe this was gonna work after all. 

"Lydia, what are you doing? What... what the hell is that?" Stiles asked as Lydia feathered her drawing and made it look pretty. I squinted my eyes at it and tilted my head to get a proper look before realising she has drawn a million of these. 

"A tree." she smiled. 

"A tr- Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words, like in sentences, something like a location, something that would tell us where he is." 

Lydia just turned up her nose as she continued her drawing. "Well, maybe you should've said that."

"Aren't they supposed to be some kind of geniuses?" Cora retorted as she lazily glanced between me and Lydia. I leaned forward against the desk, a smile on my face as I narrowed my eyes at her. 

"Geniuses? Yes."

"Psychic, no." Lydia finished my sentence and felt a swell of love towards her. We have never been more like sisters than right now. And honestly, it's the best feeling knowing that there is someone so similar and yet so different to you out there. 

"Honestly, I don't know why you're even bothering with me anyway. I mean, especially since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny." Lydia pointed out as she finally stopped drawing. I grabbed it from her and squinted my eyes at it. 

I've seen hundreds of these in her sketchbooks, across her wall, even sometimes on her hand, but it's only starting to hit me that something about it seems oddly familiar. And not in a good way. 

"What? Why Danny?"

"Because last night he was a target." we turned to look at the doorway, Scott stood there, his hand clasped to a bloody shoulder. "But he wasn't a sacrifice." he added and it concerned me slightly. I mean if he wasn't being sacrificed, then who did this? Who hurt Danny? And who wanted him dead. 

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We were walking down the halls of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital for the 2nd time in the past 24 hours. I just got discharged from this place and I'm already back, something tells me I'm not gonna be done with this place for a long time. In fact the next several days are probably gonna be spent here. 

Stiles had his hand in mine, mostly so I could keep up with him. He was walking pretty fast, mainly because of the fact that he didn't want Melissa finding him here. I stopped for a second, pulling on his hand and causing him to stop in response. "What is it? What's wrong?" 

"I just-I..." I looked up at Stiles and sighed, stepping closer to him as I linked my fingers through his. "I know you are worried about this, like really worried. I just, I don't want you to stress yourself about it. We're gonna find him,"