Teen Ascendants 👑 S.S.

Motel California

On March 5th, 1977, a pickup pulled up to the Glen Capri Motel. The man that stepped out was Alexander Argent. He was given a room for the night and he moved off for Room 217. He immediately went to the bathroom and checked at his side for the great bite mark on his side. He then went to the window to get a glimpse of the full moon. His eyes full of both fear and resolve. He went to his bag and took out his shotgun and loaded in a shell. He placed it under his chin and as soon as he felt the burn from the moon and his eyes glowing, pulled the trigger.

Over thirty years later, a bus full of teenagers was pulling up to the Glen Capri. Scott, Stiles, Allison and Lydia came out and gave the motel a grim look.

"I've seen worse," Scott tried to shrug off.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asked as he kept his eyes on the gloomy and run-down looking place.

But before anything else could be said, a familiar whistle blew.

"Listen up," Coach said to everyone. "The meet's been pushed up until tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." He then held up a bunch of room keys. "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." One by one, the keys were taken as people paired off to head for their rooms. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that?" he warned. "Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves."

Allison moved to head for their room but she noticed that Lydia was still standing in the same spot, looking out at the place. "Lydia?"

Lydia just kept her gaze on it. "I don't like this place."

Allison gave the motel another hard look and smiled. "I don't think the people that own this place like this place," she laughed out. "And it's just for a night."

Lydia took a deep breath. "A lot can happen in one night."

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Scott and Stiles got into their room at 213 and quickly threw their stuff down and laid down with their backs flat on the beds.

"Alright," Stiles said. "So now I have four."

Scott looked over. "Four? You have four suspects?"

"Yeah. And trust me, they're all compelling cases."

"And who's your first one, Harris?"

"Yeah. You said it yourself, remember? Just because someone's missing doesn't mean he's dead. And so far Harris has been at the center of both The Hale Fire and The Kanima Killings." He had coined that phrase himself. "Now this. Fits, things in threes. And you know all about things in threes."

Scott narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Okay, so if he's alive then that means that our chemistry teacher is out there somewhere secretly committing human sacrifices?"

Stiles tightened his jaw. "Yeah, I guess that sounded way better in my head."

"Well, what if it's someone else from school? Remember Matt, we didn't know that he was killing people."

Stiles quickly rose up from the bed. "Scuse me? Sorry, what?" He then got to his feet. "Uh, yes we did. I called that from Day 1 actually."

Scott then rose up onto his elbows. "Well yeah but we never actually thought it was Matt."

"I was serious. I was quite serious actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me."

"Who are the other three?" Scott said trying to move this along.