Amara's outfit:
Chapter Thirty
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The school bus rumbles into the parking lot of the Glen Capri motel, doors swinging open and Coach and his Cross Country team disembark. An exhausted Scott and Stiles step out, followed by Allison, Lydia, Amara, Isaac and Boyd. "I've seen worse." Scott shrugged and he glanced around making Stiles and Amara look at him crazy, "Where have you seen worse?"
A whistle blows and Coach holds up a handful of room keys in front of the gathering students. "Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves! You'll be pairing up- choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"
Amara stood next to Lydia as they both looked up at the motel with a concerned look. Both of them had a bad feeling about the place. "Amara, Lydia?" Allison asked looking at them with raised eyebrows, "I don't like this place." Lydia said and Amara nodded in agreement. "I don't think the people who own this place like this place. It's just for a night." Allison chuckled and Amara raised her eyebrows slightly. "A lot can happen in one night." She mumbled and her and Lydia glanced at each other before reluctantly following Allison.
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Dropping a stack of towels onto the front desk, Lydia and Amara leans across the counter to the desk clerk, an older woman turned toward a TV. "Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all our towels reek of nicotine." Lydia said making the lady turn around revealing a permanent tracheostomy tube in her throat, "Sorry about that, sweethearts." She said.
"Now we know where the smell is coming from." Amara muttered making Lydia pitch her arm even though Desk Clerk seemed to not hear as she grabs the towels, "What's that? That number?" Lydia asked making Amara follow her gaze at the wall that had a frame with the numbers "198" inside, "It's kind of an inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up." The lady said making Amara furrow her brows.
"What do you mean?" She asked, "It's a little bit morbid, to be honest... You sure you want to know?" The lady asked and Lydia nodded. "Tell us." She said and the lady leaned in closer, "We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction..." She said and Amara raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly.
"Obviously."
"But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail- since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides." She said making the girl's eyes widen as they glanced at each other, "One hundred and ninety-eight?" Amara asked and the lady smiled.
"And counting!"
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"How many?" Allison asked she got dressed while Lydia sat on one of the bed with Amara leaning against the table, "One hundred and ninety-eight. And we're talking forty years. On average, that's... four-point-nine-five a year, which is... actually expected. But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?"
"All suicides?" Allison asked and Lydia nodded, "Yes- hanging, throat cutting, pill popping, both barrels of a shotgun in the mouth suicides. I dont know about you but me, I-" Lydia stressed.
"Which... which one do you want?" A voice says making Lydia stop and cock her head slightly to listen, Amara doing the same as she had heard the same thing. "Did you hear that?" Lydia asked making Allison look at her confused. "Hear what?" Allison asked while Amara nodded, "I heard it."
"I don't know. The smaller one, I guess..."
"It's okay. Smaller's better- there's less kick." A man said and Amara and Lydia slowly turn to the vent over the bed. "I'll chamber the round." He said as Lydia climbed onto the bed, Amara doing the same. "All right, so.."
"Wait, wait! When do I... I mean, do you count?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll... I'll... I'll count to three."
"So after three or on three?"
"You tell me."
"Guys?" Allison asked worriedly as Lydia grabbed Amara's arm as she started to breathe heavily. "Oh, my God, oh, my God."
"One... two...Then pull the trigger."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"One... two." Gun shots blast through the vent, sending the Lydia staggering off the bed, hands to her mouth while Amara flinched and stared at the vent in shock. "Lydia? Amara? Guys, what happened?" Allison asked as Amara got off the bed, "Did you hear that?" Lydia asked and Allison looked at them in confusion and worry. "Hear what?"
"The two people in the other room- they shot each other!" Lydia said then ran out the room making Amara and Allison follow her. Lydia hurries to the next room and as they catches up behind her, she tries the knob. The door swings open to show darkness, "Hello?" Lydia called out and fumbles for the light switch but it clicks uselessly under her finger.
Inching their way in, Lydia reaches about in the darkness. An industrial floor lap clicks on and Lydia lowers her hand and finds the room is not only empty but in a state of renovation. Plastic sheets cover the furniture. Paint cans surround a work bench on which lies a hand saw and other tools, and a heater that sits in the middle of the floor.
"It had to be right here. It was a guy and a girl, and, I mean, they sounded younger, but... they were here." Lydia said and Amara nodded, "I heard it too. It was definitely the Earth and Air powers making me hear things that's happened here." She said as they looked at Allison. "I believe you. After everything we've been through, I believe you guys."
Not looking at all relieved, however, Lydia's eyes are caught by the wood paneling on the wall. She steps closer, noticing patterns in the grooves of the wood. Like faces... faces screaming.
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Allison and Amara watches Lydia quickly pack up her bag, "You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place. Guys we need to leave." Lydia stressed making Allison sigh. "But they were suicides, not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?" Allison asked.
"You know, I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room! Maybe that's why they're renovating- maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling." Lydia said and Allison nodded slightly, "Maybe we should find out." Allison said before the three of them started walking towards the door.
A sign on the front desk reads "BACK AT 6AM". Lydia turns to Allison and Amara with a defeated shrug, "There goes that." She sighed. Allison looked around and noticed the plaque that they were talking about earlier but something was different. "Didn't you guys say the sign said one-ninety-eight?" She asked making Lydia and Amara glance up to the number on the wall. It now reads 201. "It was one-ninety eight. I swear to God it was one-ninety-eight."
"Okay, what does that mean? That there's been three more suicides?" Allison asked and Amara sighed, "Or three more are gonna happen."
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Allison turns from the window to face everyone, Stiles had now joined them. "The last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon." Allison said and Stiles nodded, "Yeah, I know... He was definitely a little off with me, too. But actually, it was Boyd who was really off- I watched him put his fist through the vending machine." He said.
"See, it's the motel." Lydia said as she yanks open the night table drawer, she pulls out the room's copy of the Bible. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP, before the Werewolves go crazy and kill us." She muttered making Amara pursed her lips.
"I'm literally right here."
"Okay, just hold on, all right? What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?" Stiles asked. "You mean three sacrifices?" Amara asked and Stiles nodded, "What if this time, it's three Werewolves?"
"Scott, Isaac, Boyd, me or Ethan." Amara mumbled.
"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stiles said, "Exactly! So, can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" Lydia said hysterically but Stiles doesn't respond, eyes caught by the Bible. "Wait, hang on. Let me see this..." He takes the book from her hands. With the girls watching, he carefully pulls a newspaper clipping out from between the pages.
"Twenty-eight-year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Stiles read, he turns a few pages in the Bible and finds another clipping. Then another. Pulling them out one-by-one, he discovers seven in all and places each on one if the beds.
"Look at these two. They both mention room two-seventeen. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room." Amara said as she read a couple articles. "So, if every room has a Bible." Allison said and Lydia nodded, "There could be articles in all the rooms."
"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."
"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia said and they all looked at each other before running out of the room. Amara went to follow them but stopped slightly when she felt a sudden sense of dizziness. "Amara..." A voice whispered making Amara look over to see a woman standing at the end of the walk way.
"Auntie Talia?" Amara asked in a slight whisper before Talia started walking away making Amara quickly follow her. Amara followed her until she found herself up on the roof with Talia standing on the ledge. "Auntie Talia? How are you here?" Amara asked as she slowly walked towards her aunt, who turned to look at her.
All of the sudden Talia's appearance flashed to a burn corpse for a quick second before going back to normal making Amara flinch slightly. "I'm sorry, Little Wolf..." Talia said before falling back making Amara's eyes widen before running forward. She looked over the ledge of the roof but instead of seeing her aunt's body she saw Derek's body making her gasp and stumble back slightly.
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Ethan hurries down the stairs to the first floor with Stiles, Lydia and Allison trying to keep up. "Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't know how I got there, or what I was doing." Ethan said. "Okay, you could be a little more helpful, you know? We did just save your life." Stiles said and Ethan looked at them
"And you probably shouldn't have." He said before walking away, "Guys..." Allison said making Stiles and Lydia look at her as she glanced around. "Where's Amara?" She asked making their eyes widen, "It has to be happening to her too." Lydia said and Allison nodded slightly. "I'll find Amara and Scott- you guys grab Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them out of this place." Allison said before hurting up the stairs.
Allison checked the room first but didnt see Amara anywhere making her sigh and walk back out. She was about to walk down the walkway when she heard something above her. Allison looked up to see Amara sitting on the ledge of the roof making Allison's eyes widen before she quickly ran up to the roof.
"Amara?" Allison asked calmly as she slowly walked towards Amara, "You know, when the fire happened my mom and I were on the way to see my dad." Amara said as she stared at a small flame on her hand. "Why don't you come over here and tell me." Allison suggested but Amara didn't move, "I saw my dad run out of the house on fire, my mom had to hold me back from running over... I was eleven and I could easily pick out which scream was my aunt's." Amara said and Allison furrowed her brows slightly.
"Why are you telling me this?" Allison asked and Amara shrugged slightly, "I don't know, I thought I saw aunt and Derek... I guess I just- I kinda wish I could see them again." She said and Allison stepped forward slightly. "You don't have to do this, okay? It's the Darach inside-" Allison started to say but Amara cut her off, "Inside my head, making me what to kill myself. Yeah, I know." Amara said before holding her hand up to show blood down her arm as she held a bloody piece of glass.
"I figured that out when enough loss of blood made it go away." Amara said before finally looking back at Allison, "I'm not thinking about jumping if that's what your worried about." Amara said and Allison walked up to her as Amara got up. "You're not?" Allison asked as she grabbed Amara's hand and Amara shook her head slightly, "No, a fall from this hight wouldnt be able to kill me anyways. It's not high enough for a Werewolf." Amara said and Allison sighed in relief.
"You scared the hell out of me." Allison said as she leaned her forehead on Amara's shoulder for a moment. "Sorry." Amara said with a small smile before Allison sighed softly and pulled back. "Okay, uh- We need to find Scott and then get back to Lydia and Stiles." Allison said and Amara nodded slightly, "Good idea." She said.
Allison started to walk away, still holding Amara's hand before stopping when Amara didn't move. "Amara?" Allison asked turning back to Amara who was looking down at the ground, "Not high enough for a Werewolf..." She mumbled slightly. "Amara? What is it?" Allison asked making Amara look at her and shake her head slightly, "Nothing, just had a thought. Come on." Amara said.
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After a little while of looking for Scott, Amara and Allison rush down to the first floor to meet with Lydia and Stiles. "You okay?" Stiles asked as he grabbed Amara's shoulder and she nodded, "Yeah, but we can't find Scott anywhere." She said making Stiles sigh. "It's happening to him, too, isn't it?" Stiles asked, none of them noticing Amara's confused look as she heard the sound of a flare igniting making her quietly move away from the group and follow the sound
"It has to be." Lydia said and went to say something else but Amara spoke up. "Guys!" She said slowly making them all run over to where she was. All eyes turn to find Scott standing just past the parked cars and holding the flare in one hand. Strangely, he's dripping wet. Literally soaked all over. But the trail of liquid leading to a tell-tale red container nearby tells them it's not water.
It's gasoline.
They all slowly walked over to Scott as he holds the lit flare, he barely seems to notice Amara call his name. "Scott?" She asked and in an odd trance-like haze, Scott slowly meets her eyes. "There's no hope." He said and she furrowed her brows and shook her head, "What do you mean, Scott? There's always gotta be hope."
"Not for me... Not for Derek..." He said as he stared at her and she sighed and shook her head slightly, "Derek wasn't your fault. You know that, Scott." She said. Staring at the sparks jumping off the edge of the flare, Scott shakes his head, "Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."
"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head, telling you to do this. Okay? Now-" Stiles said but Scott cut him off.
"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night- the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again- no one at all."
Stiles takes a step forward, an odd calm replacing the panic while Allison, Lydia and Amara all gripped onto each other's hands. "Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone. You're- Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother, all right?" He said before looking down at the line of gasoline leading toward the pool in which Scott stands
"So... So, if you're gonna do this, then..." Stiles says as he steps into the line of gasoline. One careful but deliberate step at a time, Stiles approaches Scott before reacheing out. Scott's fingers tighten around the flare but Stiles gently grasps it and slowly pulls it from his hand. As the others breathe in relief, Stiles tosses the sparking flare aside.
Amara and Lydia watches it tumble across the pavement. Until a strange gust of wind sends it rolling back, right toward the pool of gasoline. "No!" They both yelled before rushing forward, pushing Scott and Stiles out of the puddle of gasoline, almost tackling them to the ground.
Flames flickering toward the sky, both Amara and Lydia spots something within the black smoke. Something appearing out of the darkness, almost right out of hell. A face with severe lacerations scarring the ashen skin, as if it had been slashed over and over by claws. Its round eyes focused on them, the creature bares rotted teeth at her with a hate-filled shriek before vanishes into the shadows.
Amara took a deep breath before walking over to the fire, holding her hand out. "Amara? What are you doing?" Allison asked and Amara shrugged slightly, "We gotta get rid of the fire somehow." She said before sticking her hand into the fire. Her hand instantly started absorbing the fire as red veins trailed up to her arm, all the way up to her neck as her eyes started to glow.
Once the fire was all gone, she furrowed her brows slightly while looking down. "Amara?" Lydia asked and Amara slowly turned to them, her eyes glowing red making all of their eyes widen. "What the hell is happening...?"
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With the bright sunlight streaming in through its windows, the door of the bus yanks open and Coach steps inside as the cross country team stood outside. He was about to walk in but then noticed something odd.
Allison had her back against Amara's chest who had her arms around Allison while covering her face with her hoodie. Lydia laid in the seat in front of them while Scott and Stiles shared the seat next to them. A few seat back sat Isaac with Boyd behind him. The seven of them slowly started to wake up as they heard Coach's footsteps.
"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know. But, in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" Coach yelled. While the team quickly fills the bus, Scott looks up to see Ethan approach. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life."
"Actually, I saved your life...But, not that it matters that much. It's just, it's a minor detail..." Stiles said but Ethan ignored him. "So, I'm going to give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." Ethan said making everyone glance at each other, "But, he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen: either he joins our pack-"
"And kills his own-"
"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works." Ethan explained, "You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just FYI..." Stiles said and Ethan got up and walked away. Coach walks past them making Lydia notice something before standing.
"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" She asked but before he can respond, Lydia reached for the whistle just below his neck. When she pulls it off him it left a stain of purple dust on his shirt. "I'm gonna need that back." He said, pointing at her before he turns, Lydia puts her hand over the whistle's air vent and gives it a short breath. With all if them watching, she turns her palm up to show a bit of purple dust, "Wolfsbane."
"So, every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Amara, Isaac, Boyd-" Stiles said and Lydia cut in, "And Ethan-" She said and Amara sighed. "We all inhaled it." She said and Allison nodded, "You were all poisoned by it."
"So, that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it." Stiles said before suddenly grabbing the whistle from her and throwing it out the window.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stilinski!"
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Makena sat on the couch with her head in her hands and Peter sitting next to her when Amara ran in. "Mom!" Amara called out making Makena quickly stand up and walk up to her, gently grabbing her arms.
"I'm sorry, Amara." Makena said making Amara furrow her brows, "What?" She asked momentarily glancing at Peter. "He made me do it. He said he'd kill you, I didn't have choice." Makena said making Amara even more confused, "What are you talking about?" Amara asked and Makena bit her lips slightly while looking back at Peter who had walked over to them.
"Deucalion made you mother do a transfer spell... Of Ennis' power to you." Peter said and Makena nodded, "But it only transfers if you use a lot of magic or if you turn into a wolf. So maybe if you don't do any of that for the next couple of days, the spell will were off" Makena nodded and Amara shook her head slightly.
"I absorbed an entire bottle of gasoline worth of fire..." Amara said before she flashed her red eyes, "I'm an Alpha now..."
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Author's Note:
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