Stydia Au - Lost in the maze

Chapter 12.

(A/N: I will changing a lot of things about the gathering in and you might notice that it isn't going to be like the book and the movie's adaptation to it. And by the way i might start putting what she is wearing. Key word: might)

Standing in the stand, hoping fate will be by my side. It was early morning, I was guessing around 7 am. I haven't fully woken up and just to add on to things, the horrible reoccurring dreams I've been having recently became cherry to the disastrous cake. The keepers seemed to be staring around blankly, as if expecting something to happen. I looked around to see if I at least know any of these people. Most of the keepers were just random people I see walking about.

I instantly saw Allison, Danny and Liam there. 'Thank god, I'm not on my own.' I smiled nervously at them, hoping that I would at least have some luck in life. 'Stiles is your luck in life' shut up subconscious! Wait. Why am I starting to arguing with myself? Am I losing my mind?

Scott cleared his throat to gather everyone's attention. "So as you all know that Stiles is currently not able to take control of this gathering, I will be taking lead for the mean time." He began the gathering and then he pointed towards Jordan. "Alright, Parrish. Explain what happened in the deadheads from as much as you know"

Jor-I mean- Parrish stood up. He turned around to look at everyone with a fake traumatised look. "I was just minding my own business, when I saw her sitting on the ground looking at the graves. I asked her what she was doing and then she jumps up and viciously attacked me. She started kicking me and dragging me, I didn't know what to do. So I hit her unconscious and tied her up to the tree." BULLSHIT! That lying cunniving piece of klunk! "BULLSHIT! ABSOLUTE CRAP!" Scott frowned. "Lydia. You aren't allowed to talk. Jordan I meant Parrish, carry on."

Jordasshole then turned and smirked at me. Fucking piece of shit. I will cut his face in half. "I was so tired so I fell asleep. Then I woke up and she managed to get out of the ropes and had a knife in her hand and held it to my throat. And then Stiles shot her. And that's how I had those bruises on my face." "Okay, so since Jordan had told his side of the story. It's Lydia's turn. And Jordan, you can not interupted this. Understood?" "Yeah but you don't have to talk to me like a child." "Well I wouldn't have to if you stop behaving like one." I smirked at Scott's unexpected comeback. Nice one.

"So will you shut up for once and let someone else speak, shank." He rolled his eyes at him. "Whate-" "alright then Lydia. Explain to us what happened." I took a deep breath and explained everything that had happened from why I was in the deadheads to when Stiles had shot me. The room was silent. I could feel the tension filling up in my lungs. Scott stood up after writing whatever someone was speaking. "It's time to vote, keepers. Take your papers and don't speak to anymore but write down true or false to each question I will ask. Understood?" Everyone nods.

"Good. So question number one. True or false. Lydia beated Jordan viciously." Everyone starts to write down something and looks up. "Question number 2. True or false. Did Jordan hit Lydia out of self defence." Scribbling more. "Question number 3. Parrish has began this all" more sound of writing. "Question number 4. The Greenie is trouble and needs to be banished." "Question 5. Parrish is lying and deserves to be banished." "And the last thing. Write down who do you believe should be banished and is lying at the bottom of the paper."

Scott walks over to the keepers and takes their pieces of paper and sat back down on his chair. Scott frowns as he reads through each one. "By the looks of things, there's a lot of people wanting Lydia to be banished." Allison stood up in rage. "I object or whatever you do. But I am saying there is a misunderstanding here-" Jordasshole stood up with arrogance. "Nope. I think it is perfectly fine. She is too vicious and can't be trusted whatsoever. I personally think that we should-" "ENOUGH! WHO LEFT YOU IN CHARGE?! You will not talk without permission. Understood?" He groans. "I said understood?!" "Yes-" "Good. Because from what I know of you are the reason we are having this gathering and you are the person in trial and questioning. Since when did you think that since Stiles is not here, that you can talk crap to anyone. So if I were you, Jordan. I'd start treating people with more respect."

Allison started clapping but then stopped. I giggled slightly. "Okay. Raise your hand up if you voted Lydia to being banished?" A few people raised their hands up. "Stand up and tell me why. One by one." "I voted Lydia to be banished because she seemed to arrive when most things started messing up." The other keepers started mumbling. "Silence! Is that all?" "Yeah." "Okay. Next person" most of the keepers' points were very similar. But then the last one spoke. "I voted Lydia because I know she is trouble. I saw her in my visions throught the changing." Everyone gasped and started talking about what they think.

"Silence!! How many times are you shanks going to have to be told what to do. Stop it. I don't like repeating myself. So, for all the people who think Parrish is lying raise your hands." the rest rose their hands up. "That's bullshit. They're just her friends-" "shut the fuck up. I've been here for a week. So technically this isn't fair for me." "Both of you need to stop talking. And Danny, explain your point" "I was the med jack who took her back. She had bruises and was bleeding in wounds more than just where the bullet wound was. He is lying about hitting her for self defence. If it was self defence then there wouldn't be that much bruises and cuts. And the knife that was held against his neck did cut him. He had no bruises except the one from getting punched. So I voted Jordan" "Interesting. Now. Allison explain your reason as to voting for Jordan?"

Allison got up. "I voted for Jordan for being banished because I saw Lydia and him when we reached the deadheads looking for Lydia.  She had rope burn makes and a hand print on her face. She was pale, too pale for someone who had been attacking someone else for no reason. So I am saying that Jordan is a lying piece of klunk." Liam agreed. Then it was Greenberg's turn. "I voted Jordan because I saw him walk out of the door with a rucksack hanging over his shoulder as he went through the kitchen. I was fixing the door and when I asked him about what he needed with them and he lied saying it was for the tree that needed trimming." Scott wrote it down.

"Jordan. Why did you walk out of the kitchen with a rucksack on your shoulder?" "Because I was going to cut a tree's roots. It was to dangerous to walk down there." "Why did Lydia have more wounds and bloodstains than you did?" "Because she wiped the blood onto herself and drowned me." "Then why did you not tell us this in the story? So in your apparent story she drowned you? why weren't you soaking wet when we found you?" "Because she soaked my face only. She is a psycho I swear! Just keep her away from me" 'fucking drama queen' Scott rolled his eyes. "Cut the act out. We don't need a pity act and stop changing your story. So Lydia, why did Frederick see you in the vision. Do you have any clue?" "I have no idea why. But I think it might be some sick and twisted joke from the creators."

Scott nodded and then stood at the centre in front of the keepers. "Keepers, there has been an agreement. We should hold them both in the slammer for a while and then if one more evidence surfaces from either of one of them. Then there will be another banishing. Lydia will be recovering and Jordan will be in the same place he sleeps but then spends a night in the slammer every other day. Is there any other concerns of information someone is holding back?" "If the creators are sending Lydia to ruin things, will she be gone?" "Yes. Only if that is the case. Which is extremely unlikely. Now any other information you know?" Danny stood up. "Stiles is slightly conscious. He knows what happened for most of it. So shouldn't this gathering stop for the mean time?" "Wait what? He's awake? Someone bring him in" "Well, not exactly."