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something's not quite right

"What can i do? I can't fix this now. I can't fix this now." Isaac sat at the end of the bed, dripping in sweat. His eyes were distant. "I can't fix it. I can't fix it." He started to sob. He was terrified.

Adrianna's eyebrows pulled together, she was confused. She could feel his emotions, yet there was nothing to be scared of. But she felt something, something was wrong.

"What?" He turned his head. His expression changed, took on an older look. "Grab the chains and get in. I said, get in." It was like he was two different people. "Get in!" He yelled before jumping back on the bed.

Adrianna's eyes widened. He was still. Like he was frozen in place, his eyes were staring at something, something on the ceiling. And then he screamed, screamed with so much fear and pain in nearly knocked Adrianna over.

"Isaac!" She ran to his side, grabbing at his arms. He was hallucinating, he had to be hallucinating. She had no idea how. She had to get him to wake up, to snap out of it. She shook her head, standing back. She had to do something, to see what was happening. She closed her eyes, opening the box she most despised. She felt that familiar burning behind her eyes, a buzzing in her brain that funnily enough, she was starting to welcome. Her eyes opened, glowing their beautiful purple.

She was in a basement. A single window providing a small trail of moonlight into the room. Everything was dark, but nothing was unused. Someone had been down here, or still was. Her eyes moved across the contents of the shelves before they landed on a long freezer directly in front of her. It was big enough to fit her.
But this one was different. It had chains wrapped around it, sealing it shut. It was dirty, but had been moved. She slowly approached it, her eyebrows drawing together. Why was this in Isaacs head? She could hear something from inside it, it was muffled and quiet. She turned her head slightly, straining her hearing. It sounded almost like someone was sobbing. The freezer suddenly starting rocking, someone banging from the inside, screaming and clawing to get out. They sounded terrified. But the worse thing was, it sounded like Isaac.

Adrianna's eyes morphed back to their original green as she stumbled back. Her face was full of shock as she stared at the terrified boy in front of her. It was real, he was seeing that. It had to have been a memory or something he was familiar with. Whatever it was, he was absolutely and utterly afraid of it. She shook her head, starting to slowly back up. Something was wrong, something was wrong with him and this motel.

She ran from the room, her eyes looking the corridor up and down for Allisons door. This can't just be Isaac, someone else has to know what's going on. Someone has to know how to fix it.

She walked down to a door on the other side of the railing, her heart pumping fast and her limbs shaking. How could she wake Isaac up from an hallucination? She's never done that before. Her hands weren't even bothering to knock as she grabbed the old doorknob to Allisons door and yanked it open.

The room instantly went quiet, all their heads snapping to her direction. Stiles, Allison and Lydia stood in the room, tensions and questions and possibly fear running high. Her eyes landed on Lydia facing them with a bible in hand.

"Is it just me or is something happening with the werewolves here?"

The three in the room all looked at each other with a knowing glint in their eyes.

"What happened?" Allison asked.

Adrianna glanced back at Isaacs door. She didn't want to leave him alone, but she was no good to him if she didn't know what to do. She walked inside the motel room and let the door creak shut behind her. "Isaac is hallucinating or something. I saw uh-" She trailed off, looking down to the stained carpet. "He's acting strange."

Stiles sighed, "So is Boyd."

"And Scott." Allison added.

Adrianna felt relieved to know it wasn't just Isaac but felt no hope as she met the confusion in their eyes. They had no more of an idea of what was happening than she did. "So what do we do?"

Stiles cocked his head, his eyebrows furrowing together, his mind was clicking the pieces into place. "What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"

Adrianna frowned, "You mean like three sacrifices?" She never thought the Darach could have anything to do with this. How did they, whoever it was, even know they were out here?

"What if this time it's three werewolves?" Stiles corrected.

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd." Allison realised.

"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stiles conspired further.

"Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" Lydia begged, stepping towards Stiles.

Adrianna looked the red-head up and down. She felt something, she knew what was happening, deep down she knew. But somehow she didn't know, her mind wasn't telling her what it felt.

"Wait, hang on. Let me see this." Stiles took the bible from Lydia. He opened it up to a piece of paper that had been sticking out. He unfolded it as they all crowded around him.

"What is that?" Allison questioned.

"28 year old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Stiles read from an article cut out of an old newspaper. He frowned, placing the paper on the bed. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes looking at the rest of the book. He started to flick through the pages, his mind working on overdrive to put the pieces together. He flipped the book on its side and shook it. Cut outs of newspaper articles fell from the book and scattered along the bed.

They bent over, organising the papers so they could read them.

"Oh No. Look at these two." Lydia placed her fingers on two articles. "They both mention the room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

"So if every room has a bible. . . . " Allison thought.

"There coud be articles in all the rooms." Lydia finished with a morbid expression. That is deeply disturbing.

"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."

Lydia's face fell, her eyes going distant as a thought crossed her mind. "What if the room next door has the one about the couple?"

They all looked to her, realisation crossing their thoughts. Although Adrianna was confused on what she was talking about, she felt the same fear her friends did. Stiles looked to the door. He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.

He suddenly sprinted out of the room.

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so as i was re-writing this chapter, i accidentally deleted the original one. i tried to keep with what it remembered so hopefully it hasn't changed too much.

-a