𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕜

3. Banshee

A mechanical buzzing fills Thea's ears for a few seconds, snapping her back to reality.
The large metal crated door is pushed open for her by a somewhat tall man, as her wobbly legs move forward without her permission.

The eyes of people who are imprisoned along the walls of the hallway fall on Thea, some with pleading looks, others giving her a serial killer grin.

"Is she alright?" The man said, who is walking behind her next to a red haired woman.

"She's fine. It's all part of the act." The redhead sighed in annoyance.
"She's just a dedicated performer." The lady lent forward, her breath invading Thea's neck.

Once Thea is in her own prison-like cell, only the man goes in with her.
Fidgeting with different medications, the man fills the needle with a translucent yellow liquid.

"Up the dosage to three mills.
She want catatonic? Give it to her." The mean grump of a lady spat before slamming the metal sliding door shut and walking away.

Thea grew confused by what the lady meant by catatonic, but before she could ask she could feel a dark presence in the back of her mind, stoping her from having control of her body.

"Sorry about her Lydia. She doesn't have the gentlest of bedside manner." The man kept his comforting tone, grabbing Thea's arm gently.
But Thea was so focused on the needle in his hand to notice the name he called her.

"-But I can be gentle." His fingers trace along Thea's arm as he stares into Thea's docile eyes.
"I promise to be gentle."

A sharp stabbing pain fills her body as the needle straight into her forearm. Not even trying to reach the vein.

Thea's wanted to scream in agony but was trapped in her own body, not being able to even blink.

"Oh, sorry about that. I couldn't find a vein." He whispered gently in a numb tone.
"I'll have to try again."

The same pain fills her as the stabs her slowly in the arm, only this time he went further, letting her blood escape from her body, and pool in the yellow liquid of the needle.

"I'll just have to... find a bigger vein." His whisper turns into a psychopathic murmur as he leans over Thea's body reach the needle out toward her neck.

As Thea could feel her heart beat out her chest, and her mouth go dry in fear. Fighting hard against the darkness that trapped her in her body, the man drew closer to her.

A searing screech echos her ears as Thea's body jolts awake.

She shoots up in a sweat, pushing her body up so she's sitting, patting her hands around her bed to familiarise her surroundings.
She found her self in her room, it was just a dream, a nightmare.

"There all going to die, my friends." A desperate cry of despair echoed through her mind, she knew it belonged to the body she was just trapped in.
She knew it belonged to Lydia Martin.

But how? That's what Thea had to figure out,
And she knew exactly where to start.

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"Someone's not someone, and when I figure out how that someone really is, someone's in big trouble." A familiar, determined Stilinski voice said from the other side of the book shelf.

Thea was grabbing her library books for the new year when she heard stiles and his friends plotting whatever seniors plot, and after her messed up dream last night, how could she not eavesdrop.