Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

A Novel Approach Part 2

So, Malia was out apparently. I didn't blame her. She lived at Eichen a lot longer than Stiles did, so I could understand her reluctance to go back. The rest of us were going, though. Stiles, because he refused to not go, Scott, Kira, and I because we could protect if needed, and Lydia, who would speak with Valack. We each had our jobs to do, planning it out to the minute.

Everyone would get out of there safe and sound.

Stiles drove us all to Eichen house. Kira, Lydia, and I had to squeeze in the back, but at least we made it there. Kira, Scott, and Lydia pressed the buzzer on the gate, and I stayed back with the jeep to talk to Stiles.

There was something off about Stiles. I couldn't place my finger on it, but he seemed different. From what I could see, there was nothing physically changed, but he was giving off different pheromones than usual.

"You gunna be okay in there?" I asked Stiles, not hiding the fact that I was worried about him. The last time he was here, someone tried to kill him.

"Are you?" he retorted sincerely. Oh, yeah. The last time I was here, I murdered someone. I dropped my eyes to the ground, hating to be reminded of the time.

"You just seem off." My voice was quiet because I didn't want to anger him. He seemed so close to snapping these days.

Stiles jerked his head to the side once. "I think we're all a little off."

"Maybe some of us more than others," Scott said, coming up next to me. He glanced back to make sure Kira wasn't listening. "When the other Chimera, Lucas, came after us, I heard Kira say something in Japanese."

Stiles shrugged. "That doesn't sound too bad."

I frowned, crossing my arms as I looked at Kira. "She doesn't know any Japanese." Scott gestured to me like I was right.

"Still not terrible," Stiles answered.

Scott sighed heavily with worry. "I also think I might have stopped her from killing Lucas."

"Okay," Stiles gave in, looking over Scott's shoulder at Kira. "Wasn't he trying to kill you, though? I mean, that just sounds like self-defense."

"It was more than that. I mean, she nearly took off his head."

"Maybe she had no choice," Stiles defended, his eyes narrowing. I stared at him as he talked, wondering why he was getting so worked up about this. He stood, no longer leaning back against his jeep, so he was taller than Scott now. "There's gotta be a point where self-defense is justified. Tracy killed her own father. And Lucas would've killed you."

"They're not the bad guys," I said, reminding him of what he should already know. "They're the victims."

"We shouldn't be killing the people we're trying to save," Scott added. The gate buzzed and Scott turned to look, and I took the moment to notice Stiles lick his lips nervously and let his head drop. There was definitely something going on with him that was eating at him, but I had no clue what it was.

Scott walked towards the gate as Lydia held it open, but I held Stiles' arm. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," he replied. I nodded, but I didn't believe it for a second. There was no time to dwell on that now, though, so I followed everyone inside the gate. Halfway up the steps, the gate clanged loudly as it shut, making us all stop in our tracks.

There was no turning back now, I guess. I was suddenly getting the feeling that this was a very bad idea.

We continued on anyway to the front desk. A tall man with a haircut that didn't suit him places a bucket in front of us. "Please empty your pockets into the container."

Scott leaned forward. "We're here to see-."

"Please empty your pockets into the container."

My eyes flicked to Stiles, memories of his admission here running through my mind. I think he was thinking the same thing because he looked at me, too. I gave him a small, meaningless smile before pulling everything out of my pockets and placing them into the bucket. There goes my phone, the only way to call someone for help.

Then I realized the only person I could call for help was Scott, and he was with me. If we needed help, we were going to be in trouble.

The man smirked at Kira. "Please remove your belt and place it into the container."

"I kind of need the belt. It's crucial to the outfit," she replied, her voice squeaky with evidence of dishonesty. She couldn't come up with a better lie than that?

"Please remove your belt which the patients will attempt to take from you and use to strangle either themselves or others."

Kira instantly took off her belt, which left her with no weapon of protection. Now it was just me and Scott. Great. Our odds sucked.

The man narrowed his eyes at Lydia, then they slid to me, then back to Lydia. I looked down, scared he could see the guilt in my eyes. Stiles stepped closer, and, at first, I thought it was to comfort me, but then I realized it was because he was looking at something in the bucket.

There was nothing in the bucket besides what we'd all put in there. I didn't get a chance to wonder about it much longer because a security guard stepped to us, his hands folded in front of him.

The man took the bucket away, which Stiles followed with his eyes. I looked at him, shaking my head in a 'what is it?' way, keeping it silent in case he didn't want others to know. He blinked once at the bucket, then shook his head, saying, "Nothing, don't worry about it."

I sighed sadly, beginning to follow the guard with the others. I hated that Stiles never talked to me anymore about what was going on inside that stupid head of his.

We descended a long winding staircase, and each floor downwards seemed to be darker than the last. My pulse jumped uncomfortably the further we went down. What was down there waiting for us? What if it was the Dread Doctors, and this man was taking us to our deaths?

No, of course not. That's ridiculous. We were going to the supernatural lockup of Eichen House. Not some Dread Doctor lair. Stop freaking out, Y/N.

Stiles put his hand on my shoulder, and I jumped, squeaking lightly. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, no, I'm totally fine," I replied. He definitely didn't believe me.

"I'll remind you that I'm only doing this as a favor to Deaton," the guard said, his thumbs tucked into his police belt. "And I'm doing it against my better judgment."

"Hey, what's the etiquette for talking to this guy?" Stiles asked. "I mean, do you ever look at the other eye?" From the stories, Valack was a man who drilled a hole into the center of his own forehead. Behind that hole was a fully functional, and completely gruesome third eye.

"I wouldn't. In fact, while you're down here, try not to make eye contact with anyone or anything."

Well, that wasn't concerning at all.

It took maybe five minutes to reach the end of the stairs, and it let down a corridor. At the end of the corridor was another gate. The only problem was I couldn't get to it.

There was some invisible force keeping me, Scott, and Kira from walking any further, and if I had to bet, I'd say it was Mountain Ash. I was starting to really hate that shit. Stiles and Lydia turned to look at us in confusion while the guard huffed a laugh.

"You didn't think you were all going, did you?" he asked.

"It's Mountain Ash, isn't it?" Scott asked.

"Everywhere. But heavily concentrated down here." He slid his key card in front of the reader, and it flashed green. He opened the gate for Stiles and Lydia. "Valack's cell is the last one at the end of the hall."

Lydia looked like she didn't want to go if we wouldn't be with her, and Stiles was nervous, as he had been.

"We'll be right here," Scott said. Lydia nodded, then she and Stiles when into the gate. I sighed anxiously, glancing over my shoulder. I was making sure that nothing was there. It had become a habit of mine, but I was only checking for one thing. The Dread Doctors.