Chapter 6
(Trigger warning... this chapter deals with suicide and suicidal thoughts)
"Okay everyone off the bus!" Coach's scream wakes me up with a start. I jump and knock my head against the window behind me.
"Son of a-" I mutter rubbing my head again. Scott raises his brows at me as he and Allison get up to leave. "Four times, Scott." I exclaim showing four fingers. "Four times." I grab my bag and follow after them with a groan. I step outside and stare up at the rundown building.
"I've seen worse," Scott mutters.
"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks genuinely intrigued.
"What is this place?" I ask with a yawn. Stiles points to the big blue sign that says 'Glen Capri'.
"Oh." I say blinking my eyes a few times. "In my defensive, I've knocked my head four times-"
"-and counting." Scott adds.
"-today so I'm sure I have some sort of mild concussion."
"Aren't werewolves immune to that sort of thing?" Stiles furrows his brows at me. I open my mouth to speak but close it as I realize he is right. I let out a huff of air before turning my gaze back to the front.
"Listen up!" Coach yells blowing his whistle. "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves."
what a ray of sunshine
"You'll be pairing up." Coach continues while holding up a bunch of keys. "Choose wisely." I begin looking around at everyone I know and immediately see a problem: Allison and Lydia are sharing, Scott and Stiles are sharing, Isaac and Boyd are sharing. That leaves me by myself.
"Great." I mutter. I've always thought that I was an independent person who didn't need anyone to survive. But then again... I always had Cora. I let out a breath before walking over to Coach.
"Who's your partner, Hale?" He asks picking out a key.
"Me and myself, Coach."
"Make new friends Hale." He points a finger at me. "I don't need another loner like Greenberg." He moves his eyes to the crowd. "Actually, Greenberg doesn't-"
"Thank you Coach." I say quickly grabbing the key from his hand and walking away. I don't really want to share a room with a complete stranger. I walk up the stairs and find my room number.
212
"Nina." Scott calls from the door next to me. "Who'd you pair up with."
"The best person I know." I joke before entering the room. I plop my bag on the floor and stare at the space. It's simple and reasonably tidy. I shrug before falling down onto the bed closest to the door. Cora always preferred the bed away from the door as she said it felt safer. I take out my phone and check her contact again... still nothing. I let out a breathe and dial her name. She picks up after a few rings.
"Cora." I smile into the phone.
"Are you still at that stupid meet?"
"Unfortunately. There was a delay so we're staying at this rundown motel." I say looking around the empty room. "It's so lonely here though."
"You still don't have friends?"
"I have friends... but all my friends have other friends."
"You're the one who said they wanted to go to school."
"And look at me now, on my way to some cross-country meet while stuck in this motel-" I scrunch my nose as the smell hits me. "-which smells a lot like cigarettes. Any word on Derek?" It's quiet for a moment.
"We don't know. We know one of them got up and we thought it could be him but... it was Ennis."
"Where did Derek's body go then?"
"I don't know, but he would've contacted us by now if he was still alive."
My heart drops. Derek would've tried to let us know that he was alive. He wouldn't just keep letting us think he was dead... would he?
"Who's this 'we'?"
"Uncle Peter." I freeze.
"Wait... you're actually working with that psycho?"
"I have feelings you know?" Peter's voice sounds from the distance. "Ask her h- don't you roll your eyes at me." I hear a door slam before Cora speaks again. "It's not like I trust him. He doesn't trust me either. He's just helping me figure out where Derek is."
"Okay," I say slowly. "I don't like it, but I trust you. Make sure to watch your back, you know what he did to Laura."
"How can I forget." I hear a knock at my door.
"Gotta go, let me know what happens." I hang up the phone and turn my attention back to the door. I sniff the air before I roll my eyes. "It's open you two." Scott and Stiles peek their heads around the door.
"Your family isn't into human sacrifices, right?" Stiles asks directly causing Scott to nudge his arm.
"Dude." He whispers.
"What?" I blink my eyes. He moves further into the room.
"Like does anyone in your family have murdering tendencies? Besides Peter of course." I turn my gaze to Scott who leans against the door with his hand over his eyes.
"Was he dropped as a baby?" I furrow my brows. Stiles looks offended while Scott shakes his head.
"We were talking about Darach suspects and he listed people in your family."
"Who in my family?" I cross my arms over my chest. They exchange glances before Scott answers.
"You and Cora."
"Me?" I sit up from the bed. "You think I'm the Darach?"
"He does." Scott points to Stiles with wide eyes. Stiles glances at him before turning his attention to me.
"You and your sister just suddenly showed up right when these human sacrifices started taking place."
"So you think it's us?"
"I don't know... it could be like a... teamwork thing? Like evil twin sisters?"
"Oh yeah, cause I just love strangling people with a garrote in my free time, while my evil twin sister bashes their head in." I exclaim turning my back to him.
"How did you know it was a garrote?" He asks slowly. I whip my head around.
"Stiles! I'm not the Darach."
"Well, how well do you really know your sister?" He does some more spastic movements. "You know psychopathy is genetic." My eyes widen.
"Whoa." Scott puts a hand out in front of me to stop me from murdering Stiles. "We believe you."
"Well..." Stiles tries but stops when Scott gives him a glare.
"We're just gonna..." Scott points towards the door before grabbing Stiles by the arm and pulling him outside.
"If I feel any psychopathy tendencies, I'll be sure to let you know," I call after them before closing the door.
what a strange pair...
I shake my head before walking over to the bathroom. My eyes glance over my reflection for the first time since it happened. We look similar but not the same. Cora always used to say I was more Derek's twin than her's... but I don't see it. I didn't, but now that he's gone it disturbs me how similar we actually looked. It's mainly the eyes.
The same eyes...
bang
I squeeze my eyes shut before running the water in the sink. I splash the cool water onto my face before hesitantly grabbing a cigarette-laced towel to pat my face dry. I go to put the towel back down but freeze. I stare at my hands with wide eyes.
blood
I drop the towel and lift my hands up to my eyes.
blood
why are my hands covered in blood?
I gasp and take a step back. The once clear water is now crimson red. I pull the plug out quickly and try to scrub my hands. But it doesn't work. Crimson water flows down the sink as my hands stay the same deathly color.
what's happening...
I jump as a bang sounds from the door. I turn my gaze back to the sink and my eyes widen. It's clear. I look at my hands. They're fine.
there's no blood...
I dry my hands off before rushing to the door. I swing it open but no one's there. I peek around the edges but there's no one in sight. I wipe my forehead before resting my arms on the railing trying to catch my breath.
what the hell just happened?
I let out a little laugh as I stare up at the night sky. I must really have a concussion to be able to hallucinate like that. I turn to go back inside but something catches my eye. I look closer at the bottom floor to see a man standing still. His eyes are dark as he stares up at me. He has dark, greying hair that goes down to his neck and a beard that is unkempt and scruffy. His stained clothes sit loosely on his long, bony figure. But there's something else that catches my eyes...
blood
His shirt is ripped open to reveal multiple long, crimson scratches. He looks up at me with a sick, twisted grin before turning and taking slow, hobbled steps towards the stairway. I gasp and take a step backward. He continues limping up the stairs with his eyes plastered on me. Each step he takes creates a deafening bang as he gets closer... and closer.
He reaches the top step and turns to face me. His neck shines a deep crimson color with three, long deep slashes in the center. He smiles at me before charging full force towards me. I scream and cover my eyes.
"Nina!"
I remove my hands from my eyes slowly and look at the person in front of me. Stiles stares at me with wide eyes and places a hand on my shoulder.
"Nina, are you okay?" I dart my eyes around but the man is gone.
"I'm fine." I say with labored breaths.
"Are you sure? You-"
"I'm fine." I repeat before turning away from him and slamming my door shut. Tears trickle down my face as I lock the door with shaky hands. I stumble my way to my bed and sit down, bringing my knees close to me.
I know him...
Knew him...
But it can't be him... there's no way. He's dead. I know he's dead.
bang
The door begins to shake. I cover my mouth with my hands as I hear his breathing.
"Nina." He calls. A shiver runs down my spine. "I know you're in there." He laughs. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
I wrap my arms around myself as the tears continue to flow. His voice suddenly becomes softer.
"How could you do that?" His voice trembles. "How could you kill me?"
I squeeze my eyes shut.
"You may have just thought that I was some homeless nobody, but I was somebody. I had a family. A wife and a little girl."
I bite down onto my fist.
It's not real... it's not real...
"Why did you take them away from me?"
"I had to!" I scream out. "I had no other choice."
"There's always another choice. You choose to kill me... you lost control." His voice hardens, the banging gets faster. "Was it worth it? My life for hers? My family's life for hers?"
"I had nothing to do with your family."
"You killed me!" He yells. "There was no one left to take care of them so they perished."
no...no... that's not true... that can't be true...
"Is it worth it? Saving someone you love at the expense of multiple lives?" He growls. "You're nothing but a murderer. Just like your uncle. You're a psychopath."
"I'm not like him."
"You're right... you're worse." His voice hardens. "At least he had a motive. There was meaning in his killings but you... you're just a monster."
"I'm not a mo- I'm not a monster." I mumble, shaking my head.
"Bloodthirsty killer!"
"I'm not." I whisper.
"Monster!"
bang
"Monster."
bang
"Monster!"
bang
I put my hands over my ears trying to block out the noise.
Stop... just stop...
bang
"Monster!"
I can't... just make it stop...
bang
"Monster!"
I flick my claws out and place them against my throat.
just make it stop, please...
bang
"Monster!"
I squeeze my eyes shut as I press my claws deeper into my neck...
"Nina!"
A bright light is flashed before my eyes. I gasp before covering them with my hands.
"Nina, it's okay... it's us." Another voice says. I open my eyes slowly to see familiar faces.
"Stiles?" My voice cracks.
"It's me it's okay." He rubs my shoulder before turning around to Lydia who stands with wide eyes as she watches me.
"How did you get in?" I tremble.
"Boyd broke the door." Stiles points to the door that is lying half off its hinges. "Are you feeling okay?" I take a deep breath, calming down my rapid heartbeat.
"I'll be okay." I mutter as I wipe my forehead. "What happened?"
"It's something about this motel... it's making all the werewolves go crazy." Lydia breathes darting her eyes around. Allison suddenly barges into the room but freezes.
"Nina." Her eyes widen.
"I'm okay." I confirm getting off the bed. "Just shaken up that's all."
"Your neck." I put my hand on my wet neck
"It'll heal. How's everyone else?"
"I can't find Scott anywhere." Allison confesses.
"You can rest here if you want." Stiles says placing a hand on my shoulder.
"If Scotts is in trouble I need to help him." He nods before we all go outside.
"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles asks as we all rush down the stairs.
"It has to be." Lydia answers. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"
"Yeah." Stiles answers. "I'll get it."
I freeze as a strong smell hits my nostrils. I dart my eyes around. My heart stops for the second time today.
Scott stands in the center of the parking lot, drenched in gasoline. He holds a glowing flare in his hand as his eyes stay trained to the ground.
"Scott," Allison breathes out taking a closer step toward him. "Scott." I walk around to see his face. My heart breaks.
I don't know Scott that well. I only met him a few days ago but he seems like a genuine guy that always does the right thing. he's guided by his morality and I respect that. He's like a rock for other people. An anchor.
But to see him like this. Broken...
I can't imagine how the others feel to see him like this. They've known him for longer. They've gone through the worst moments of their life together...
"There's no hope." Scott says in a daze.
"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison breathes out with a broken voice.
"Not for me." Scott's eyes are downcast. "Not for Derek."
"Derek fell, Scott." I let out. "There's nothing we could have done. Trust me, he's my brother I would've tried to save him if I could. It was an accident."
"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."
"Scott listen to me, okay." Stiles takes a step forward. "This isn't you, alright. This is someone inside your head telling you to do this, okay now-"
"What if it isn't?" Scott says, his eyes trained on the floor. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?"
"That's stupid, Scott." I breathe out. "Alright, you saved me that full moon. Derek told me that they were gonna kill me and Cora but you said no... You saved me and you're going to save a lot more people."
"I haven't saved anyone. Ever since then people started dying..." He trails off. "It all started that night, the night I got bitten." Scott's downcast eyes shift to Stiles. "You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one." Scott holds the flare out. "Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all."
"Scott, just listen to me, okay?" Stiles takes a step forward. "You're not no one, okay? You're someone." He takes slow steps forward. "Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother." A tear rolls down his cheek. "All right, so if you're gonna do this," He steps into the gasoline puddle. "Then I think you're just gonna have to take me with you." He grabs onto the flare. Scott begins crying as he watches his best friend. Stiles grabs the flare and throws it to the side. I breathe a sigh of relief. Allison lets out a sob next to me. I turn to her and place a hand on her shoulder.
We're okay... Scott's okay
"No!" Lydia shouts suddenly as she pushes us to the ground. I fall next to Allison as a ball of fire erupts behind us.
"Thank you, Lydia." I breathe as I rest my head against the concrete.
"I don't want to know." A cheerful voice wakes me up. "I really don't want to know." I open my eyes and stretch out my arms. "But in case you missed the announcement, the meet's canceled, so we're heading home. Pack it in, pack it in!" I yawn as Ethan walks onto the bus and sits next to Scott...
next to Scott?
"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." He says.
"Actually, I saved your life but not that it matters that much." Stiles says from behind them. "It's a minor detail."
"So I'm gonna give you something." He says, ignoring Stiles. "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." My eyes widen as I rush to move closer. I sit in the seat in front of them with big eyes.
"Derek's alive?" The corner of my lip quirks up.
"Don't look so happy yet." Ethan turns his attention back to Scott. "He killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..."
"And kills his own." Scott mutters.
"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him." Ethan says looking directly at me. My smile drops.
"It's always the dramatics with you Alphas, isn't it?" I roll my eyes.
"That's the way it works." Ethan gets up and begins to walk away.
"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just FYI." He moves into Ethan's seat with a clunk.
"Couldn't agree with you more, Stiles." I bite my lip.
Derek's in a lot of trouble for something he didn't even do...
"Hey, Ethan, I wanted to- " Coach starts but Lydia interrupts him.
"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" She suddenly stands up and takes the whistle anyway.
"Hey, I'm gonna need that back." Coach says then continues to talk to Ethan. Lydia sits down and puts her hand around the whistle as she blows it. She removes her hand and shows it to us. It's covered with a purple powder causing me to let out a scoff.
"Wolfsbane." Lydia says confirming my thoughts.
"So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd, Nina..." Stiles figures out.
"And Ethan." Lydia adds.
"We all inhaled it." Scott finishes.
"You were all poisoned by it." Allison figures out.
"Coach must have blown the whistle like twenty times." I turn my gaze to Stiles. "Or more."
"So that's how the Darach got in their heads." Stiles says. "That's how he did it." He stares at the whistle for a seconds before grabbing it and tossing it out the window swiftly.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stilinski!" Coach yells as the bus starts moving. I let out a breath before leaning my head against the window.
I just want this whole stupid bus ride to be over so I can go back to the loft and kick Derek's ass for not letting us know he is alive. A smile overtakes my lips.
Derek's alive...
Season 3A
Episode 6 (Motel California)
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