Senior Year is here and Stiles fears that he'll lose his friends after graduation. Suddenly, Theo Raeken, a guy from his and Scott's past and now a werewolf, arrives claiming to look for a pack. Scott quickly welcomes him but Stiles instantly feels...
A small caravan pulled up to an old nuclear plant that had walls plastered with dirtied warning signs on the rusted fences surrounding the place. From the look of it, the plant hadn't seen any real activity for decades. The caravan drove to the front entrance and a small group of men came out. One of them was Alan Deaton and he stared at the area with a determined look on his face.
It had been almost two weeks since he had left Beacon Hills to try to find any answer for what the Dread Doctors were doing and why. He reached out to some old contacts and sources for any information about them. It hadn't been easy as some knew next to nothing, and those that did, it seemed they were a somewhat taboo subject to even discuss out loud. His big break came when Maggie's druid mentor told him of a place where the Dread Doctors had last been rumored to have been. An old defunct nuclear plant, in Russia. The local news was that this plant's reactor had broken down and started leaking out nuclear radiation and made it too toxic and lethal to be there. Not as serious and damaging as the Chernobyl incident, at least, from what the official stories say. Yet, the Geiger counter he had with him was barely picking up more radiation than you would find around a microwave oven. As he started to venture inside the structure, Deaton was starting to wonder what the unofficial story was.
Deaton whipped out a flashlight as they started to head down into the plant's maintenance tunnel with one of the men, who seemed to be getting more nervous and anxious the deeper they went. He had a flashlight out to, along with an automatic rifle.
"You're quite tense. I take it you don't believe the official story about nuclear radiation."
"This is not a nuclear plant," the man said, getting more fidgety.
"Do you know what it is? Or what it was used for?"
"I know the rumors. Superstition."
They stopped when Deaton spotted a sign. It had a message spray painted over it but Deaton couldn't read it as it was in Russian. "What's it say?" he asked.
"They come, they come for all of us," the man translated.
"The men in the masks?"
"Yes." The man then moved to pull out a leather mask. "Like this."
They started walking on.
"What was the story?"
"They say they never took off the mask. Some people believed they had no faces underneath. But, they had a symbol. The snake that eats itself."
Deaton narrowed his eyes. That sounded eerily familiar. "The Ouroboros." He stopped and shone his flashlight up ahead when they came to a metal door. "Like that one."
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On the door was a carved image of the serpent coiled around itself and devouring itself from its own tail. They then pulled the door open and found what seemed to be some kind of science lab. There were jars and instruments scattered around on a work table that were covered up in cob webs. On the opposite side were shelves that were crawling with bones and skulls, just as covered in cob webs. As Deaton stepped deeper into the lab, he found some more jars on a shelf that seemed to contain bodies of premature...infants swimming in green liquid. Deaton's companion started to shake a bit at the sight of them. Even Deaton, with everything he saw, felt a chill traveling up his spine.
