Malefica; Stiles Stilinski [3]

Episode 9 Chapter 42

"So, how cold does this thing get?"

"Cold enough for a hell hound. It's not the same as the ice bath you gave Issaac, but it can lower your core temperature past anything a human can survive," Lydia replied, answering Scott's question.

"So, what does freezing our asses off have to do with our memories?" Malia asked, clearly feeling skeptical of the whole thing.

"My guess is that it'll slow down your heart rate and put you in a trance-like state," Cassie said, glancing at the were-coyote.

"Like hypnosis," Scott compared.

Lydia nodded. "Hypnotic regression. If we can figure out how this thing works."

Malia's eyes landed on the side of the machine. "This says 'start', so maybe it's not that complicated."

Scott's eyes scanned over the details of the knobs and buttons on his side of the machine. He sighed at the sight.

"It's complicated," he finalized.

"So, optimistically, how much time do you think we need to do this?" Malia asked.

"As much time as Liam and Stilinski can buy us," Scott replied quite vaguely.

He then pulled a lever down that caused the door to open. They all glanced at each other with uncertainty in their eyes. But there was one thing that they were sure about.

They were getting Stiles the hell out of the train station no matter what it took.

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Cassie pressed the start button which made the machine make weird grinding noises.

"Well, it's doing something," she said, looking at Scott. "You ready?"

He nodded, his anxiety practically eating at him. He then opened the door of the machine and stepped inside. He closed the door and Lydia pulled the lever up to lock it.

"Remember, this will get cold enough to kill you," she warned. "So, if anything feels wrong or like it's not working..."

"It's going to work," he said hopefully.

"I hope you're not saying that because you think I know what I'm doing," Lydia replied, the concern evident in her voice.

"I'm saying that because I know you can figure it out," he assured.

He nodded, saying that it was okay to start. She sighed and started twisting the knobs all the way to their opposite sides. He shuttered, feeling the cold hit him as goosebumps started to rise on his skin.

"So, what are we supposed to do? Talk to him? Help him remember? Wait till he turns into a werewolf freezy pop?" Malia asked, looking at Lydia.

"We need to guide him. Keep him focused," the banshee instructed before turning to Scott who was definitely struggling in the cold. "Scott, you need to think about him. Concentrate on Stiles. Try to picture him in your head. Think about what he looks like. Things he said."

Cassie fiddled with the ring anxiously as she watched Scott struggle inside the machine. Suddenly, a beeping sound started to come from it which made both her and Malia panic.

"What's happening? Is something wrong?" Cassie asked, turning to Lydia.

"Wait. Give it a few seconds," she said, keeping her eyes on Scott.

He grunted as he put his hand on the window and leaned on it like he was in pain.

"I'm getting him out of there," Malia said only for Cassie to stop her.