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suicidal wolves

Stiles pulled on the doorknob to room 218, expecting it to open. But it didn't. It was locked.

"No, that wasn't locked before." Lydia stated, her eyes wide as she stared at the door.

"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here." Allison rushed out, looking down the corridor.

Stiles nodded slightly to himself and hastily moved away from the door, going towards his room where his best friend was.

They all suddenly stopped, their bodies freezing and their eyes going wide. Something electrical had turned on in the locked room.

"I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia begged.

Adrianna stepped closer to the door, turning her head slightly. "It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on."

Stiles appeared behind them, "Handsaw?"

Adrianna looked back to the door. They had to get inside and there was only one way she could figure out how. She took in a small breath in hopes to comfort herself before teleporting inside the room. Her eyes went wide when she saw Ethan standing in the middle of the room, his shirt ripped open to reveal his torso, and about to saw his intestines out.

"Ethan!" She flicked her wrist, a purple spark zapping around her hand, and the door flung open.

"Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" Stiles yelled, running into the room and grabbing the handle of the saw, attempting to pry it from his hands. They struggled and yelled and flung each other around the room.

Adrianna looked around, there had to be a way to turn it off, a power cord. Her eyes landed on plug right next to her ankle. She bent down and quickly unplugged it, her heart settling slightly as the whirring died down.

She looked back up to see Stiles' face mere inches away from the blade. Her eyes went wide and her mouth parted. Oh my god. She couldn't help but to think what would have happened if she waited a few more seconds.

Allison pulled Stiles away from the blade.

Ethan suddenly whipped out his claws, drawing everyones attention back to him. Her moved them to his stomach and attempted to kill himself the hard way.

Allison and Stiles scrambled to their feet and launched at Ethan. They each grabbed an arm and tried to pull his claws away from his torso, despite his werewolf strength winning the battle.

Ethan fell forwards, his hands coming into contact with a small heat lamp. He yelled, rolling onto the floor and cradling his hands. His breathing had quickened as he looked around the room in complete confusion. He pushed himself to his feet. "What just happened?"

Adrianna simply stared at him, as they all were, trying to process what the hell just happened. How does he go from wanting to desperately kill himself to not?

Receiving no answer, he let out a frustrated breath and stormed from the room.

"Ethan!" Stiles ran after him.

Adrianna and Lydia made eye contact, their confusion spilling out on both their expressions. Lydia shook her head and grabbed Adrianna's wrist, forcing them to follow after the alpha twin.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Ethan sped down the stairs, covering his chest with his flannel shirt. "I don't know how I got there or what i was doing."

"Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know. We did just save your life" Stiles suggested with an irritated tone.

Ethan turned around as he neared his door. "And you probably shouldn't have." He turned back around and walked into his motel room, slamming the door shut.

Stiles squinted at him in disbelief, annoyance filtering through his expression.

"What now?" Lydia asked. They had no leads, no clue what just happened or how to help their friends.

"I'll find Scott. You guys grab Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them out of this place." Allison ordered. She turned and walked back up the stairs.

Adrianna nodded, more to herself than her cousin. "I'll find Isaac." She ran up the stairs and towards the room his room that she left him scared shitless. She hated herself for leaving him in that state.

The door was shut. She cocked her head, a slight frown on her lips. She swore that door was open when she left him. She shook her head and opened it.

The light from outside spilled into the dark room, barely illuminating it. She looked to the bed he was on before. He was gone.

"Isaac?"

Adrianna slowly walked into the room, her body tense and her steps light. He wouldn't have just left. He was too scared to even move. She took in a gulp of the dank air, pulling her empathy forwards. If he was still in here, she would feel it.
She felt a hum of fear, pain. It radiated everywhere and nowhere. She looked to the bed he was on before. Her lips pulled into a tight line and she walked towards it.

She knelt down in the small space between the beds and put her head on the floor. She carefully reached her arm out and pulled the blanket up.

A scream suddenly came from underneath, a scream of terror.

Adrianne jumped back, dropping the blanket and falling back slightly. She took in a few deep breath, guess she found him.

She moved back towards the bed, and once more, carefully lifted the blanket up again. Isaac cowered in the shadows, his face glistening with sweat. His beautiful eyes moved up to hers, he whimpered.

"Isaac. We have to leave."

He didn't respond.

She sighed, how was she supposed to snap him out of this fear? She stood up, her eyes widening slightly in realisation. She ran from the room, and made her way to Boyds room. If she figured out how to do it, then Stiles definitely would have.

She halted in the doorway to Boyds motel room, her eyes scanning it quickly to see no one in there. "Stiles!"

Lydia rushed out of the bathroom, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

"Tell me you figured out how to snap them out of it."

Stiles came out of the bathroom, his hand clasped around a light flare.

Adrianna frowned, taken aback slightly. He looked like a mad scientist. She glanced from the flare to her friend before shaking her head. "Follow me."

They ran back to Isaacs room, a haste in their words and actions. All the werewolves were trying to kill themselves, and one of them might succeed.

"Where is he?" Stiles questioned, looking around the empty room.

"Under the bed." Adrianna pointed to the far bed.

Stiles nodded and quickly walked to it. He carefully got to his knees, keeping the flare upright. He lifted the blanket up, "Hey Isaac, got something for you."

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