CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

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AMPLIFICATION

"These voices won't leave me alone

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"These voices won't leave me alone."
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Stiles' Point of View

The reports of the Beast sightings have been flooding the police department. After chasing it down with Dad and his deputies, Scott and I heard through the police radio in the Jeep that the Beast was heading toward the hospital. Apparently, Parrish had gone after the Beast, with people reporting that they've seen a man on fire.

Dad, Scott, and I made our way into the hospital just in time to see Parrish—fully engulfed in flame—thrown across the hallway. Dad made his way over to see if Parrish was okay while Scott and I followed the large, bloody Beast prints down the hallway that turned into sneaker prints.

Confused and not exactly sure what to make of it, I push the thoughts aside as I have something else to worry about and plan for—rescuing Ainsley from Eichen House. Deaton swears that Ainsley had been the one to save him and Malia from the Desert Wolf, when a streetlight overhead had exploded from the force of her scream all the way at Eichen House.

Currently, Scott and I are standing in the animal clinic, waiting for Deaton to explain what he knows about what could be happening to Ainsley within the confines of Eichen House. He steps toward the metal exam table, a small manilla envelope in his hands, looking between us earnestly and my heart starts to race.

"What I'm about to show you isn't supposed to exist," Deaton warns.

He opens the envelope and pulls out a large stack of Polaroid pictures. He places them out on the table one by one. Some seem older than others, and all are of different supernatural creatures. Some have their entire mouths removed so that the teeth can be seen underneath, others have their faces frozen in horror at what must have happened to them. The sights overwhelm me and I feel my breaths stuttering, so I look away from the pictures as Deaton continues, "This is the only surviving evidence of Dr. Valack's time as Chief Medical Officer of Eichen House. To call it human experimentation would be . . . charitable."

I watch as Scott picks up a photograph from the table. It's of a girl, with a hole in her head. Her hands are over her ears, her mouth frozen in a silent, agonized scream. It's then that I realize that she's not just lying there screaming—she's dead.

"A banshee," Deaton tells us grimly. "She died screaming."

My eyes widen in horror. I can't let that happen to Ainsley—I just can't. Gathering my thoughts and swallowing down the emotion that wants to choke my throat, I ask, "So, he drilled holes into their heads? All of them?"

"That was the experimentation part," Deaton informs me. I shudder at the thought of Ainsley being subject to that. She's already been through so much that I'm not sure she can handle much else. "He did it to werewolves, banshees, wendigos. Any creature he could get his hands on. And Valack found that trephination would initially heighten their powers, but to levels that couldn't be contained."

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