Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Motel California - 3

My eyes went wide. "Isaac and Boyd." I broke into a run, with Stiles and Lydia behind me as we raced to to their motel rooms. I broke the doors lock, not caring, the motel can pay for it with whatever they make which I am sure is nothing! Nothing! We all burst into the bathroom, and inside was the worst thing ever. The tub was filled to the brim with water, and a huge safe. And Boyd under it. "Boyd!"

We all rushed to the tub in a panic. Stiles rolled his sleeves up, reaching into the water to pull the drain. "He blocked it." Not what I expected. "He blocked the drain with something, I can't get to it."

"What do we do?" I scattered to the safe. I grabbed it and began to lift, or try to. But I couldn't. It didn't budge, it didn't move an inch nothing. I began to scream and hit the safe over and over. Whatever was happening was starting to affect me too. Why is this happening?! "Isabelle!" Stiles pulled me away forcefully even as I began to hit him to let me go. "I can't do it!"

"Izzie!" I almost began to cry, I was this close to crying. "Izzie, you need to calm down." Stiles tried soothing me. "I can't!" I exclaimed. "It's like my emotions are all over the place." I pulled away from him not wanting to be with him, especially since being near him is making my emotions even worse.

Stiles backed up, touching the heater on the wall with his arm. "Ow!"

"It's heat--" Stiles exclaimed. "Heat, fire. Heat does it, all right?" I looked up at him, wiping my eyes from tears. "Huh?"

"We need something. We need fire."

"He's underwater." Lydia yelled. "Yeah, I'm aware of that." Stiles yelled back. I watched the interaction.

"Wait, wait--" Lydia said. "The bus! On the bus, they'll have emergency road flares. They have their own oxidizers. They can burn underwater."

My eyes went wide, going from sad to happy in a second. "Are you serious?!" I laughed in delight. "Yes!" God I love having smart friends!

Lydia nodded and looked at Stiles. "Yes! Go!"

We waited anxiously for Stiles to return, I wandered around the motel room. If I stayed in the bathroom I would freak out even more. Where on earth was Isaac? He and Boyd shared a room so where was he?

I sniffed the air, catching Isaacs scent. Why was he under the bed? I crouch on the ground and lift the bed covers, I was started when he moved into the light, he looked panicked, frozen in fear.

"I got 'em!" Stiles announced when he rushed back in. I gave Isaac a sympathetic look. He would be fine, just another minute till we get Boyd out. I stood and joined Stiles and Lydia, he looked the flares over in his hands. "What do I do? How do I do this?"

"The cap-- it's like a match." Lydia explained as Stiles struggled to light it. "The cap's a match." Stiles still struggled to light the cap. My emotions began to change again. I went from sad to a little excited to now anxious. "Stiles!"

"Yeah, I'm trying." I gasped when the flare lit up, red fire coming from the stick. "Ooh!" Stiles rushed to the tub, sticking the flare inside the water. In less then a second the safe came flying out of the water. Boyd sat up gasping for breath. "Boyd!" We helped him out and I checked him over, making sure to get my emotions in check as I made sure he was physically fine. He would be alright, thank god.

"Where's Isaac?" Boyd asked as I rangled a towel for him. "He's under the bed." I pointed. Oh. Stiles lit the other flare he brought and we all went to the bedroom. Stiles crouched on the ground and lifted the blanket. "Hey Isaac, got something for you." Stiles threw the flare under the bed with him, Isaac let out a roar and hurried out from under the bed, shaking with fear as he threw the flare to the side. I picked up the flare, staring at the red still going flame. My emotions are high. Is this how pregnant women feel?