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Chapter One: Drag Me to Hell

His screams resonated in his head. The sound seeming to bounce around and continue on like a quiet echo that was haunting him. His ears rang with the high pitched squeak that his voice had become. Theo hadn't know that it could produce such a sound. Then there was the begging, that had been beneath him. Theo Raeken begged no one for help. The sweet irony that topped it off was that the recipient of his pleas was none of than the alpha he'd tried to betray. Of no help would come from Mccall or his pack. Theo's mind idly slipped as the earth shook and the ground swallowed him up that maybe she - no. He wouldn't think of her. She was with them, apart of the golden pack that did no wrong. No one would have helped. Maybe Tracy, but in hindsight, killing her hadn't been the best of plans. He'd left no one to miss him, no one to try to save him. It had been foolish of him to think that Scott would be the one to save him, but he'd feared what his sister would do to him, what she could do to him. As the earth swallowed him up and the darkness engulfed them, all he could think about was the figure of a girl that looked almost like the one from The Grudge that Kira had claimed to be his sister. If this was true, how? How was she alive? Or maybe she wasn't. But how could she drag him through the cracks of the earth?

When they'd reached whatever their destination, everything had quieted. Theo stood, eyeing the thing that stood before him - long, dark hair, veiling its face like a curtain. "How," he'd asked, breathless, scared, and not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.

When her voice came, it was lifeless and flat. "Why is the better question," his sister supplied. She was standing there across from him, he couldn't see her face, her skin was pale, practically luminous in the darkness, and it unnerved him that he couldn't see her face. Theo had felt remorse for what he'd done. Him throwing flowers in the lake for his sister was a genuine act, and nothing close to a game. Killing her was something that he'd deemed necessary. The doctors had gotten into his head. He was nine.

"I promise you that, if I could go back. If I could change things, I wouldn't have hurt you. I wouldn't have done this." Her screams for help, screams for him to help her as she froze in that water still haunted him when he closed his eyes. If he ever got the opportunity to get out of this, this image of his sister would be an added nightmare. Was she supposed to be vengeful? Upset? Wasn't she supposed to be hurting him? "I know why though. I know why you're here. I did something cruel that will always haunt me, that I'll always regret. I hurt you, killed you. I listened to you scream for help and I stood there and watched every agonizing second. Now you want revenge. I say get it over with because I have nothing left to lose." Theo had tried to speak with his normal gusto, but in all reality, he wasn't so sure of himself or of his fate. It only took a beat for it to fall. "I'm a failure. They should have killed me a long time ago." the fact that he was indeed a failure, struck a nerve. It had when they'd said it to his face, and now that he was in some kind of after life underworld, Dante's rings of hell type shit, it still bothered him.

His sister chuckled. It was a sinister sound, yet it hadn't sounded like it was meant to be evil, but she had no emotion in her tone, so it came off that way. "You can be redeemed," she informed him.

Theo scoffed. "What kind of vengeful spirit are you? Wanting to redeem me?" She'd always been sweet, kind, and loving towards him. She'd always looked out for him, and she always tried to protect him, even if he didn't return the favor.

"Humanity. We have to find your humanity." His sister said simply.
"So you brought me down here so that you can be my savior? Is saving me from myself your unfinished business?" She was a spirit of not many words - if she was a spirit at all. She rarely answered his questions, but spoke in riddles about finding his humanity whatever that meant. His humanity died with her, and since then he'd never seen it resurface. Although sometimes he could have sworn there were glimmers with…no. It was a foolish thought, and there was no way that he was going to allow himself to travel that path. "Okay, help me find my humanity. Help me save me from me," he agreed.

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It seemed almost surreal, sitting at a lunch table, laughing, talking and shooting the breeze were possible. It was as if just last week, they hadn't been fighting to save their friends, or fighting to save their own lives. It had always amazed Malia just how easy it was that they snapped back to normal, or as normal as supernatural teenagers could be. She, however, had to do some things that she couldn't quite get over. She had to fight her mom. She had to stand there, helplessly getting shot over and over by the woman that had given birth to her. She had to hear that she'd rather have the powers that had come with that birth over the baby itself, and she was willing to kill Malia to get them. Finally, she'd had to use those glowing blue talons to drain her mother of the remaining power that she'd had. It'd been an emotionally stressful time in that house, having to battle that woman. And now she had to sit here with her friends and snap right back to normal. That had been easy for some.

Here it was again, as they sat at the lunch table, the retelling of the story of Theo being dragged to God only knows where by the spirit of his sister. Malia couldn't help the way her eyes rolled in their sockets at how eager Stiles was to hear about it. "He got dragged to the pits of hell by the spirit of his dead sister. What's the joy to be found in that?" Her brows knit together as she frowned.

Stiles gasped as if she were supposed to know. "It was the vengeful spirit of his sister. Vengeful makes all the difference. Means that prick's going to suffer for all the crap he put us through." Sometimes when he got this hyper and excited about things, Malia found it cute, but this for some reason she hadn't.
"Is she going to kill him?" Malia asked Kira then. She couldn't pinpoint why she cared, but if she had to hear the story twenty times in the course of a week, she might as well know what was going to happen to him.

Kira simply shrugged. "The Skinwalkers weren't exactly forthcoming with the plans." That was all she had to offer, yet for some reason it wasn't an answer that truly sufficed for Malia. On the inside she was boiling with inexplicable frustration at not knowing. There was also the war within of why she'd even cared. Theo had gained her trust, and then stripped her of it. He'd fooled her into friendship and then even with his lamenting that he didn't want to go along with the plan of shooting her, he had anyway. Yet, Malia still found herself worrying. Maybe it was because despite everything, he could have been redeemed.

The were-coyote had been lost in her thoughts once more, but quickly brought out of them. "Dude was a serial killer at an early age. He murdered his sister for her heart. I always knew he was bad news. Even in the fourth grade!" Stiles went on to say.

That statement had made Malia angry. He murdered his sister, so he had to be bad news. "He's not the only person that murdered their siblings. Does that make me one in the same?" She picked up her tray and stood. She quickly gathered her things and left the group. It was things like that that pissed her off. Things like that that made her feel like she didn't belong. Stiles had killed someone too. He was on a high horse right now, full of smugness, and joy at being right about this one thing she wished he would just let go. Wherever Theo Raeken was, she was sure that it was no picnic.

Malia left the lunchroom and then the school and didn't look back. She just ran. The teen heard her kind of boyfriend, she didn't know anymore whether or not they were back together, but they'd sure been acting as if they were, running after her. If she ran faster, maybe he wouldn't catch up. That, however was not the case. Sure, he stopped chasing her, but he didn't stop following. Rather than being on foot, he took his jeep. Knowing her better than she knew herself sometimes, he knew where she'd go - to the cave. She'd gone to the place they'd found her in coyote form. "Malia," he called as he jumped out of the truck, running after her. Malia had walked further into her favorite spot, laying on her back with her eyes closed. She felt close to them here. "Malia, I'm sorry," Stiles apologized.

Sitting up, Malia glared at him. "Are you really? Or are you just sorry I was there to hear it?"

Stiles sighed. "I'm an idiot. Sometimes, I put my foot in my mouth. I didn't like the guy. He was an ass. A complete and total ass. He did some much harm to the pack. He broke us a part and then turns out that my suspicions were correct. Sometimes, I need to gloat. I just had a poor choice of words." He tried to explain his standpoint, but still the words had come out of his mouth, and they couldn't be unheard. "What you did and what he did isn't the same, Malia."

"How do you know what he did wasn't some kind of accident or mistake?" she wondered, knowing that it probably wasn't, but she'd never heard the story.

"It's not. He did it purposely. The Dread Doctors convinced the nine year old psycho that it was what his sister wanted, and he did it," Stiles explained. "Or at least that's the story he told me."

"So, it wasn't entirely his fault that he killed his sister?" she pointed out.

"Why are you pushing this? Sticking up for him, after all he's done?" Stiles came to sit beside her, genuinely wanting to understand why this was important to her.

Malia shock her head. It wasn't all that important to her, she guessed. The portion just rang home with her. "People deserve a do over sometimes. Maybe him without the influence of three crazy doctors could have been his do over. Instead, he's probably getting tortured by his sister for something that wasn't entirely his fault," she reasoned. "Just makes me think. What if my mom and sister were vengeful spirits? My eyes glow blue for a reason." Meaning she'd killed two innocent people, even if she hadn't meant to, or knew what she was doing at the time.

Stiles gather her in his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder. "They know it was an accident, and don't worry, Malia, we'd have never let you go down a path like that. We were always meant to save you." He kissed her forehead softly.

But who would save Theo, she wondered.

Notes: Thanks for reading. I'm not sure what this is going to be, but I have a strong muse for it so there should be more chapters to come! I hope you all like it, and please feel free to send me some reviews with your thoughts!