Sequel to Revoid...
Stiles has defeated the void once and for all.
The pack has reunited.
The only problem is that Deucalion and Peter are running around on the loose.
The two alphas have a plan it's just nobody is sure what it is.
Then Lydia goes...
Lydia tore through the halls of Eichen House following the sound of Stiles' tortured pain. With every blow she delivered she let out a little scream and it propelled her attackers backwards with a strange energy.
Lydia was very close to the sound of Stiles' mutilated, broken voice when his screams arced down from high to low to nothing.
"NO!" gasped Lydia and sprinted towards the door where the horrible screams had come from. She let out a scream of her own which flew the door off its hinges and she sprinted inside and was confronted with a motionless Stiles. She ran over to him and grabbed his pale yet flushed cheeks.
Lydia was about to break into sobs when she noticed his chest rise and fall: he was unconscious. She sighed in relief- of course he wasn't dead she would have screamed like she did with Allison. Lydia's eyes teared up again as she thought of her former best friend and how close her new one had come to ending up like her.
Lydia brushed her hand through Stiles' soft hair and drunk in the look of his peaceful face. She remembered the way she had ignored him for years when he had done nothing wrong and that foggy memory of her saying "What the hell is a Stiles" in her room when she knew perfectly well who he was. She liked to blame her high state but she knew it was because she was so determined to appear as someone else that she had hurt one of the nicest people in the school.
"Lydia." said a vaguely familiar voice causing her to jump. Lydia spun around- ready to defeat the person who had caused Stiles the agony she had sensed through his screams. A man stood there- a man who Lydia had last seen with three eyes.
"Valack." She growled softly, sounding almost like a wolf. "I'm going to kill you." Lydia opened her mouth to scream whilst her hands came up then something jammed into her neck and the world blurred and swum before her eyes before going black as she dropped silently to the floor.
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Deucalion's pov
They were going to make their move soon- Valack had told them he had Stiles nice and secured and that he needed to have 2 more days of experimentation before he lifted the security so Deucalion and Peter could collect the teen.
When they had Stiles they would start their plan and get ready to make a move. What was going to hit Beacon Hills soon was going to be a million times worse than anything it had faced before.
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Stiles' pov
Stiles groaned and slowly opened his crusty eyes and was confronted with a harsh white light. Stiles moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Where was he again? The last thing he remembered was a crippling pain that had overtaken all of his senses and echoes of his screams in his ears. Then he remembered hearing feminine screams as well and the ghost of hands on his cheeks and his eyes flew open immediately as he tried to sit up and found himself still secured to the chair.
He turned his head to one side and saw a white tiled wall and nasty looking equipment that gave him chills. He tried the other side and gasped as he saw a restrained Lydia on another chair that matched his but with chains instead of straps.
"Lydia" Stiles called hoarsely, hoping, praying for a response. The strawberry blonde hair shifted and Lydia was looking at him and smiling.
"Stiles" she sighed, seemingly in relief. "You're okay."
"What is it with you and me being endangered in mental institutions?" asked Stiles breathily causing Lydia to laugh.
"I'm not sure" she said sarcastically. "Is the universe trying to tell us something?"
This time Stiles laughed then sobered and said "I'm so glad you're okay now." He was he had been so worried seeing Lydia unmoving and unresponsive.
Lydia nodded as best as she could in her restraints and sighed "I'm so glad you're okay. For a moment I thought you were dead. Not a good look." He must have looked bad if a banshee thought he was dead...
"Catatonic isn't a very good looked either" Stiles responded. "So why have you got nice, shiny chains when I only have boring straps?"
"Oh" laughed Lydia. "I upgraded in bansheeness."
"What?" frowned Stiles in confusion.
"Meredith taught me how to use my powers as a weapon" explained Lydia.
"Oh" said Stiles, deciding not to ask any further. They sat in silence for a few moments then the door- which appeared to be a different door? - opened and Valack walked in. Suddenly, Stiles remembered all of the pain and started to thrash around in his bonds muttering "No no no no no"
"Stiles!" came Lydia's worried call from across the room. "Stiles it's okay!" Stiles took a few deep breaths and the panic started to recede as he listened to her reassuring words.
"It's not really" said Valack who was now right next to him. He lifted his hand which was holding a vial with a familiar looking clear gooey substance in it. Kanima venom.
Valack gripped Stiles' cheeks, forced open his mouth and was about to drip the paralytic venom in when he shook his head and turned around for a moment.
Stiles watched helplessly, thrashing as Valack turned back around and dipped a thin knife into the vial then grabbed the back of his neck and slit firmly across it. Stiles thrashing stopped almost instantly because of the way the venom had affected his spine.
"Now let's continue." Valack said.
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Wow an update within a week of the last one? What is going on? I'm trying to update weekly now so you don't have to wait as long :D
