WAITING ROOM | TEEN WOLF

prolouge

WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?

SOLACE STILINKSI was nothing, if not smart. She knew when something was coming and she almost always knew who the cause of it was. However, with her mind not being her own, no one knew what was coming next.

Waking up in a dark room alone for Solace was torture, not that it was Solace.

A pitch black room with nothing but a chair and a screen was one of, if not, the most confusing thing to her. What she didn't realise was that she wasn't in a room. No, she was trapped in her own mind, with nothing but a screen to show her all the horrible things being done by her body.

She wondered if anyone had noticed, that she wasn't herself that is. She hoped that if anyone were to figure it out, it was Scott. Scott was the one person Solace trusted with her whole being and she won't lie, it would sting a little if he didn't realise.

Solace herself, didn't realise she was currently knocked out and locked up tight in a room, so the nogitsune couldn't cause harm while the pack was otherwise occupied.

Yeah.

Something Solace also didn't realise was there was also another set up just like this, only with more seats and a bigger screen, and not in her mind. The room being filled with people she knew and loved, people she hadn't grown to love yet, and people she didn't even know existed yet, as we speak.

A new screening, one she hadn't seen but had lived. The story of her life. The story of Solace Stilinski.

☆

Landing in a room filled with the pack and a bunch of strangers was not on Scott's to-do list. Especially not when they were trying to figure out a way to extract the nogitsune from Solace's' body.

Collecting his thoughts and putting the matter at hand first, he stood, looking around noticing he was not the only confused one.

For once.

A burning, rotting smell hit his nose. Clouding his mind as he tried to place where it's coming from, until he realised it's coming from the strangers. But how can that be? It's the stench of death if anything, he knew because the only time he'd ever smelt anything like it was from Solace.

Solace.

Where the hell was she?

He looked around the room for the owner of the name that echoed in his mind before his eyes stopped on her, or who he thought was her.

He was hesitant as he stepped towards the girl who looked like she had no idea who he was.

"Solace?" He questioned in a soft voice, with his hand out to protect him almost as if she was going to attack.

But the girl just shook her head with a sorrow expression. "No... i'm sorry, i'm Elena. I think you have the wrong person."

The confusion Scott wore on his face was evident, because how could that not be Solace? She looked exactly like her, almost like a doppleganger.

Oh, the irony.

Scott shook his head and then nodded. "I'm sorry. You just... look like someone i know."