6.7, heartless

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season 6, chapter 7 : heartless

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"I see two deeply disturbed young women

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"I see two deeply disturbed young women."

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All of us stand around, watching Malia as she continuously punches Theo to the point where she's busted his lip, drawing blood. She then growls, extending her claws to slash at the boy underneath her.

"Malia, no!" I exclaim.

Liam and Scott rush forwards, grabbing the werecoyote and pulling her off of Theo.

"He's going back in the ground." Scott says.

"You can't." Liam protests. "He remembers Stiles."

"Scott and Y/n remember Stiles." Malia hisses. "Lydia and I remember Stiles."

"The Dread Doctors knew all about the Wild Hunt." Liam continues. "He can help us."

"Or he could kill us." Scott adds.

"He's my responsibility." Liam says. "Noshiko gave me the sword."

Theo sighs. "It's so awkward when mom and dad fight."

"Shut up!" Liam and Scott exclaim.

"You're both right." Hayden speaks up. "If Theo tries anything, we'll send him back to the skinwalkers."

"He's goes back." Scott tells Liam. "Now."

"Except Liam's the one with the sword." Theo points out.

"Shut up!" We all yell.

Scott and I walk into another room with Liam, leaving Hayden to prevent Malia from killing Theo.

"You don't trust me." Liam assumes.

"I don't trust him. Do you?" Scott asks.

"No but I think we can use him." Liam replies.

"Remember who he is. He got into your head and you tried to kill me." Scott reminds him. "And when that didn't work, he did kill me."

"Okay, can we not bring up that memory? Please?" I comment.

"And Tracy, and Josh, and his sister." Scott continues.

"But this might be our only chance to get Stiles back." Liam says.

"Can't we just try to find somebody that we at least trust?" Scott suggest.

"This might be a mistake but you don't know that yet." I tell him. "You made mistakes when you turned into a werewolf, when you were learning to be an alpha. Sure, I don't trust Theo but I trust Liam. You should too.

"But we don't have time for mistakes." Scott argues. "I can't lose Stiles."

"Neither can I!" I exclaim. "But we should try anything we can to save him."

"Listen to Y/n, Scott." Liam says.

I sit on Lydia's bed beside her and her mother. The others have a plan to catch a Ghost Rider and Scott told me to stay out of it in case they can't protect me.

"What if Sheriff Stilinski is filling a void?" Lydia questions. "What if he's filling it with Claudia?"

Mrs Martin raises her brows. "You think Claudia's dead? No, I-I just saw her."

"She had a fatal disease but then she's fine." I point out. "She says her jeep was stolen 18 years ago but it's Stiles'."

"Oh, you should've seen the look on her face when I peeled back the wallpaper." Lydia tells her mom. "She wasn't just angry. She was scared, like she was protecting a secret."

"I-If this is true then maybe Sheriff Stilinski needs this." Mrs Martin replies. "Maybe it's his way of coping."

"What if Claudia being here is preventing him from remembering Stiles?" I ask.

"Girls, if Claudia isn't real, you don't want to be the one to tell him." Mrs Martin says.

Lydia and I walk through the wall the Sheriff tore apart, entering a dark room with sun rays beaming through the wood boarding the windows.

"You two knew about it, didn't you?" Stilinski asks, Lydia and I nodding. "It was on the blueprints. It was here when we moved in. That was 18 years ago."

I turn to see a bed in the corner, looking around to see things slowly appear in the room. Stilinski grabs my attention, everything in the room returning to nothing.

"I don't understand how you two knew this was here." Stilinski begins. "If you want to discuss the possibility that I had a son, In listening."

Lydia walks forwards, closing the door so that Claudia can't listen to the conversation.

"So, this woman 'Lenore'? She conjured up her dead son?" Stilinski repeats.

"She was the only one left. She had to fill a void so she filled it with her son." Lydia tells him.

"And you saw this kid?" Stilinski asks.

I nod. "We all did. He was real. He was there."

"She was there when everybody was taken." Lydia continues. "She saw it happen but she didn't want to believe it. She wanted to believe in her son."

"What are you trying to say?" Stilinski asks. "You think Claudia isn't real? You think I made up a phantom wife?"

"You're afraid to remember him." Lydia replies.

"She's a flesh and blood woman. She's real." Stilinski tells us, anger laced in his voice. "Everything else here is just a speculation. Conjecture. It's just a theory based on a ghost town."

I look behind Stilinski, noticing a chair with a lacrosse jersey on it. I walk over to it, picking it up in my hands as a tear slips. I hold it to my face, a familiar scent filling my nose as more tears falls. I turn back to Stilinski and Lydia, Stilinski confused.

"You don't see anything?" I ask.

"I see two deeply disturbed young women." Stilinski replies.

"You're afraid to remember him." I repeat Lydia's words. "You're afraid of what it means."

"Why do you two care so much if I remember him?" Stilinski questions.

"Because you loved him." I sob.

I throw the jacket to Stilinski and he catches it with ease. Lydia and I watch him look down at the lacrosse jersey before looking up at us again.

I walk into the woods to try find the others, running into Corey along the way. We both stop at the sight of Mr Douglas, holding a Ghost Riders whip.

"Mr Douglas?" Corey says. "What are you doing?"

"Something I have been waiting to do for a very long time." Mr Douglas replies.

Mr Douglas uses the whip, wrapping it around Corey's neck before the two of us can do anything.

"Y/n, run!" Corey yells.

"I'm not leaving you." I state, trying to pull the whip off of his neck.

"I'm not letting him take you too." Corey replies. "Run!"

I hesitate, Corey pushing me until I take off running throughout the woods. I watch Corey disappear in a cloud of green smoke from a distance, my breathing hitching slightly at the sight.

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