𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟑

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       "THIS IS WHERE THE SCHOOL sign is, so the vault's got to be right about here." Stiles said as we all looked at the blueprints of the school on Mr. Yukimura's desk.

I was currently leaning against said desk feeling weaker by the second. This virus was wiping the three of us out in completely different ways. Malia's claws were still out and Scott's eyes were still flashing but thankfully my canines had disappeared. I still felt all kinds of sick though and I wondered why this virus was affecting me like I had been poisoned.

"I suppose if there's a second entrance, it would probably be accessible from the basement." Mr. Yukimura said in response to Stiles. They were really the only two capable of finding the vault. Kira had been oddly quiet since we'd left the locker room.

Stiles pointed to the map, "It's probably somewhere in this hallway. West corridor." He leaned into the desk, presumably to follow the path of the corridor he was talking about, but he fell suddenly as his arm buckled under his own weight. I reached out to him with wide eyes as Mr. Yukimura caught and steadied him. Stiles's eyes were vacant for a second, as if he had blacked out, and when he stood up again he muttered, "Whoa."

I put my hand on his arm worriedly, "Stiles?"

Mr. Yukimura pushed the sleeve of Stiles's jacket upward, showing us the back of his hand where that same rash Sydney had was on his skin, "It's happening to you too. You're getting sick," then he looked at Kira, "you all are."

"I don't feel sick." Kira replied.

"I think it's affecting you differently...neurologically." Her father told her, "I found your test answers here in a pile with the others."

I glanced at Kira's test sheet, seeing that she hadn't actually ticked any boxes, rather ticked next to them. Not a single box was marked correctly.

"That's weird." I mumbled.

Scott's eyes flashed red again and he groaned under his breath, "We need to find the vault."

I nodded in agreement with him as we prepared to leave. Mr. Yukimura guided us to the basement itself, walking ahead down the corridors to make sure we were clear to pass. When we made it to the door he promised us he'd try to find some answers for a cure and then we left, heading into the basement of the school.

I hadn't been down here very many times but it was very eerie. The last time was probably the day Stiles turned up the first time he had gone missing as the Nogitsune for all those days. The day he tricked us over and over again, rigging the arrow to shoot Coach, setting a bomb off in the Sheriff's Station before he finally twisted that sword in my stomach in the Animal Clinic and took all my pain, nearly killing me.

The five of us navigated our way through the dim basement, looking for anything out of the ordinary that could be the hidden exit we were looking for. I moved slowly, too much making me dizzy and just so happened to be clinging to a storage rack for dear life when Stiles said, "Hey, guys... Over here!"

I looked over to see him stood before a storage rack down the corridor and walked over slowly as he and Scott pushed it out the way. The full wall came into view and I saw the triskelion engraved in the wall, a small port in the centre of it. How they had gotten away with hiding it down here all these years was absolutely beyond me. Surely someone had seen it before and questioned the importance of it? It was physically engraved into the wall, not even paint could cover it.

"Look at the cracks in the wall. It's like the entrance outside, it only opens with claws." Stiles said before he looked back at us and asked, "Anyone's claws, right?"

I pursed my lips, "I don't know." I responded skeptically. I doubted my family would make something anyone with claws could get into. It didn't seem like something they would do. Knowing it was potentially all on me I looked down to my hands, my manicured nails to be exact, and tried to wish them away. Tried... and failed. Not that long ago I couldn't put them away, now I couldn't get them out.

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