Wicked style, Liam Dunbar

3.5 Risking It All For Lydia

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'But I'm holding on for dear life'
- Chandelier, Sia
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My breathing echos through my mind, I'm lying in my bed staring at the ceiling listening to my breathing. It's uneven.

I moved back to my place today after staying at Stiles' for the week, well I didn't stay there I came home to sleep but would go back there for the morning so Stiles would think that I slept at his.

Liam and Scott brought me home after I had that panic attack in the tunnels, they both insisted that I rest today. That's something I don't do. I won't rest unless i am dead.

I won't rest when I know that there is a threat approaching, and based on these feelings that have been having lately, that threat is approaching quickly.

I haven't been able to get through to anyone for hours, I think they've all blocked my number or are just choosing to ignore me. Scott must've given out orders to ignore be so I would have no choice but to rest.

I tried to catch any of their scents but that's a bust too. I don't understand why they are trying so hard to ignore me. They have to be planning something.

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Scott and Stiles have just met up with Deaton in the exam room of the animal clinic, where he is holding an envelope in his hands. "What I'm about to show you isn't supposed to exist."

Deaton opens the envelope and pulls out a large stack of Polaroid photographs that seem to vary in age, based on how some of them are starting to turn yellow.

He puts the photos down on the table one at a time for the boys to see while he continues to talk. "This is the only surviving evidence of Dr. Valack's time as Chief Medical Officer of Eichen House."

Stiles and Scott's eyes widen in horror when they see the subjects of the photographs, they are each of dozens of different supernatural creatures, including what appears to be Werewolves, Kanimas, and Wendigos, all of whom have had holes drilled into their skulls, and all of whom appear to either be in excruciating pain or dead. "To call it human experimentation would be charitable."

Stiles and Scott both are so horrified that their eyes start to fill with tears. Scott's attention is caught by one photo in particular, which he picks up to look at more closely. The photo is of a deceased woman with a hole drilled into her forehead, who is clutching the sides of her head, her mouth open in a silent scream.

When Deaton sees what Scott is looking at, his face becomes even more grim. "A Banshee. She died screaming."

"So, he drilled holes into their heads?" Stiles questions. "All of them?"

"That was the experimentation part" Deaton explains. "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."

"So, he wants to make Lydia more powerful?" Scott guesses.

"Yeah, except she's going to end up like them." Stiles points at the photo of the Banshee, which Scott has set back down on the table, but it's obvious by the look on Deaton's face that he has more bad news.