In Another Life

The Dread Doctors Took It All

(This takes place under the assumption that The Dread Doctors took all of her abilities and continued their experiments afterwards. I have a feeling I won't like writing this)

She had been poked, prodded, cut open, injected and stitched back together. It hurt. Everything hurt. She was still breathing the smoke from the thing thta made her fell like fire.

The Geneticist had a silver needle with a green liquid inside that looked like it wasn't healthy to put in her body. She clamped her jaw shut. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing her screams. The Doctor placed the needle on her arm. The tip slipped under her skin and it injected the liquid into her.

Vic felt as if she were running a marathon. Her heart sped up and her breathing grew ragged. Her eyes glowed bright, her fangs grew out along with her claws. She felt as her bones snaped and changed. She felt it fading, sliding through her body, into something that poked her arm.

They were taking her powers.

Her abilities.

They were taking it all.

She tried to stop it, to force it down. But somehow, the feeling of knowing it made her panic harder then before, which made her shift faster. Which made her lose it faster as well. Which just drained her, exhausted her. Those voices that echoed and lived in her mind screamed, protested, but they faded, almost dissolved from her head.

It was all so tiring. So exahausting.

Her eyes fell shut. The Geneticist watched as she fell into unconsciousness. They removed the needle that was now full of liquid. It changed colour constantly. Brown, green, blue, grey, red, black. They weren't surprised. This creature carried the blood that belonged to generations of shapeshifters.

The door opened and the Surgeon walked in. The Geneticist placed the needle on the side table. The Surgeon walked over to the unconscious figure on the table. They stared at her.

"Ursa?" The Surgeon asked.

"No more," the Geneticist told them.

The Surgeon grabbed a needle off the table. It was a clear poison. It would kill quickly and effectively. They stuck it in her skin and emptied it into her bloodstream.

The earth above their heads shook. Liam looked up at the dirt roof, waiting for it to cave in on them. Far above, thunder and lightning shook across the sky. Rain pelted down on the ground. Hard and unforgiving.

Scott stopped in the middle of the tunnel. The walls around him shook.

Stiles froze in the hallway of the hospital. He turned to an empty room and ran to the windows. He watched as the thunder cracked, as the lightning illuminated the sky. He gripped the windowsill. He knew. He knew without even thinking.

Vic was dead.

"Get rid of the body," the Surgeon ordered.

Because that's all she was now. Not a supernatural, not even a human. Just a body. Another body along with the thousands over the decades.

And that's why she was dumped at the side of the road. Worthless. Meaningless.

Dead.

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The Hellhound came. He picked her up gently, carried her to the Nemeton. He laid her to rest on the giant tree stump. The rings lit up in fire despite the rain that continued to fall around him.

He held his head in his hands, paid his respect to the grizzly. To the protector.

To the girl who never got to meet her full potential.

He promised himself then. He would do what she could not. He would protect this town.

And kill the Beast.

He watched as the Nemeton reached out, as it gently took her body and encased it in its roots. She would be safe there. The wood was strong and no insects would work their way in.

Left behind, to mark where she laid, was a burn mark. It had the shape of a bears head.

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No one knew what happened. Jordan didn't remember that night. They found Liam and Hayden but they didn't find Vic. Malia wanted to keep looking. Stiles told them no.

He knew they didn't need to. He didn't know how, just that it was a gut instinct. But he knew they weren't looking for Vic. They were looking for a body. And that would be with the dead chimeras.

He was right.

Lydia brought Jordan to the Nemeton. He placed his hand on the wood. The ring lit up orange, the colour of fire. When he did, flames ignited between the rings, making them all step back. They fire rose ten, twelve feet high.

It died down. Lydia walked forward. She stepped onto the stump and walked to the centre. She knelt down and ran her fingers over the burn mark.

"Vic?" She whispered.

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She told them. She told them all. Scott used his eyes to guide the sheriff there, show him the mark.

Stiles went on his own. He had to. He needed to. After all the sacrifices and the nogitsune stuff was over, he promised himself he wouldn't go. But he did. He ran his hands over the mark, over Vic's place marker.

The same feeling came back. That guilt, that regret. He was her big brother. He was supposed to protect her. Instead he wasn't even there when it happened.

The wind pushed a breeze through the treetops, it hit his face. It dried the tears that fell down his face. He closed his eyes, let the wind rush against him.

"It's okay Mischief. It's not your fault."

He knew those words from his memories. He didn't know if he was just remembering or what happened. He opened his eyes and looked at the mark again. Nothing changed.

"I miss you," he whispered. "A lot. You pain the ass." Joking didn't help. But it put a smile on his face. "Liam's gotten quieter, a bit more angry. Scott's just sad. So is Dad. Everyone is really. We all miss you Vic." He wiped his nose with his sleeve. "We, um, we killed the Beast. It turned out to be in the Doctors' success. It was in Mason. Don't worry he's okay now. And Theo's dead, which I am more than happy with. Parrish is this creature called a Hellhound. Not sure what it all is honestly."

He sat there for a while, telling her each story about everything she missed. If nothing else, it helped him get something off his chest.

I don't see this going anywhere else so I'm gonna stop there. See you later, wolves.