Prisoner :Stiles Stilinski:

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:Alice:

"The last time I saw Scott act like that was on a full moon," Allison say as the four of us stand in a circle. "Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me too, but actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine," Stiles says as I scoff. "Pity it wasn't your face," I mumble but they all seem to head me. "What?" he questions giving me a look and I look around. "Oh, I'm sorry did I say something suspicious," I snap as his eyes widen and I nod my head. "Guys, Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism asap, before the werewolves go crazy and kill us," Lydia cuts in as I keep my glare on Stiles. "Okay, just hold on, all right? What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?" Stiles says as I look at the girls. "You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison questions. "Three werewolves," I say as they all nod. "Scott, Isaac and Boyd," Allison says and I cut. "Don't forget Ethan's here too," I say as they nod. "Maybe we were meant to come here," Stiles suggests as we all look at each other. "Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" Lydia pleads and I'm starting to agree with her. "Wait, hang on. Let me see this," Stiles says picking up a book. "What is that?" Allison questions. "28year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Stiles reads out and I sigh deeply. "Oh, no. Look at these two. They both mention the room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room," Lydia points out and I cringe. "So if every room has a Bible..." Allison trails off. "There could be articles in all the rooms," I finish and it goes quiet for a while. "That's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred," Stiles says as I roll my eyes. "What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia says running to the room next door but it's locked. "No, that was not locked before," she says struggling with the door. "Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here," Allison says but Lydia stays put as we hear the sound of a handsaw being turned on. "I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia questions as we shake our heads. "It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on," Allison states. "Handsaw?" Stiles exclaims as we break open the door. "Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" Stiles calls trying to get the saw away from Ethan. I pull out the plug just it falls and Stiles' face is inches away from it. I rush over and help him up as Ethan tries to claw at himself but he burns himself and seems to be back. "What just happened?" Ethan questions rushing out. I sigh as I hold onto Stiles' waist making sure he's okay, sure I'm happy with him at the moment but I do care. "I'm okay," he says and I simply nod still holding him. "Let's go get some answers,"

I decided to go check on Isaac and Boyd while the other three went to talk to Ethan. I walk into their room to see no one here. "Where are they?" Lydia says coming in behind me. "I thought you guys were talking to Ethan," I say as Stiles walks in. "He wasn't much help," he says as I nod and we walk into the bathroom to see Boyd in a tub of water and a safe on his chest. "He blocked it, He blocked the drain with something. I can't get to it," Stiles says trying to get the water away. "What do we do?" Lydia questions. "Here, help me," Stiles says the three of us try to pull off the safe. Is he dead? How long can a werewolf stay underwater?" Lydia questions as we all give up." You think I know that? Ow!" he says as he touches of the heater." Wait a sec, the heater. Heater... Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater," Stiles says as I get what he's thinking."What?" Lydia questions. "It's heat, heat, fire. Heat does it, all right? We need something... We need fire," Stiles explains. "He's underwater," Lydia states and Stiles gives her a look. "Yeah, I'm aware of that," Stiles states frustrated and an idea pops in my head. "The bus. On the bus, they'll have emergency road flares. They have their own oxidizers. They can burn underwater," I state as Stiles gives me an amazed look. "Are you serious?" he questions. "Yes, go!"

"I got 'em.What do I do? How do I do this?" Stiles says rushing in. "The cap, it's like a match. The cap's a match. Stiles!" Lydia exclaims. "Yeah, I'm trying. Ooh." he says as it lights and he throws it into the water causing Boyd to shoot up and throw the safe. I didn't move quickly enough and it lands on my ankle and I cry out in pain. "ALICE!" Lydia calls as we try to push it off. "Ali," Stiles says coming to my side. "I'm fine go save Isaac," I say as he shakes his head handing over the flare to Lydia. "Go save Isaac he's under the bed, Boyd help me get this off her ankle," He demands as Lydia goes and Boyd pulls the safe off me. "Why aren't you healing?" Stiles questions as I give him a weak smile. "I can only heal my Charges, not myself," I say as he helps me up and wraps my arm around his shoulder and places his free hand on my waist. "Let's go save Scott,"

"I can't find Scott anywhere," Allison says. "It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles says as we walk over, Isaac healed my ankle for me. "It has to be. Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?" Lydia says as Stiles nods. "Yeah. I'll get it," Stiles says but stops when we see Scott in a puddle of gasoline and the last flare in his hand. "Scott... Scott," Allison says calmly. "There's no hope," Scott says as I give him a sad look. "What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope," Allison continues to try and reassure Scott. "Not for me. Not for Derek," he says as we all look at him. "Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault," she says as we watch cautiously. "Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed," Scott says defeated. "Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now..." Stiles says but Scott cuts him off. "What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all," Scott confesses and I feel a few tears slip down my face."Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're... Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother. All right, so... so if you're gonna do this, then... I think you're just gonna have to take me with you. All right?" Stiles says stepping into the puddle of gasoline and taking the flare before throwing it away. A sudden breeze makes the flare move towards the gasoline."No!" I call as I push Stiles out of the way and the rest follow as it all goes up in flames. I keep my head down but notice Lydia looking into the flames. What did she see?

"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" Coach calls as the five of us wake up. I wake up snuggled into Stiles who smiles down at me. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life," Ethan says sitting next to Scott in front of us. "Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much. It's just... it's minor detail," Stiles says as I simply pat his chest telling him to shut up. "So I'm gonna give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..." Ethan explains. "and kills his own," Scott finishes. "Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works," Ethan says as Stiles cuts in again. "You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just F.Y.I," Stiles says as Ethan gets up. "Hey, Ethan, I wanted to..." Coach says but Lydia stops him. "Coach, can I see your whistle for a second? What's that?" She says taking his whistle. "Hey, Eth... I'm gonna need that back. Ethan..." Coach says as Lydia blows it and a purple powder falls into her hand. "Wolfsbane," she states as our eyes widen. "So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd..." Stiles starts but Lydia cuts in. "and Ethan," she says. "We all inhaled it," Scott states. "You were all poisoned by it," Allison joins in. "So that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it," Stiles says taking the whistle and throwing it out the window. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stilinski!"