This is it guys the final season of the New Hellmouth! It's been a hale of a ride with the comments/reviews and support! You guys are the best! In honor for the premiere you'll get the first FOUR chapters today and tmrw, but starting next week it'll be part 1 on Fridays and part 2 on Saturdays. Things as always are quite different and I'm still in the middle of writing out the season so, who knows maybe I'll change even more than I already have...but for now enjoy part 1! Part 2 will be up later on today!

Stiles Stilinski was in her bedroom asleep. She kept tossing and turning and gripping the sheets. That's not the only thing she was doing she's even mumbling, "No, no, no, no, no Don't let them in." She turned to her side on her bed, finds herself awake and trapped in a locker. There was someone out there, but they disappeared without a trance. She managed to get out of the locker, only to find herself at the school at night, completely alone. Whoever, it was is long gone, but there was a classroom with a door opened.

There is a humming sound coming from the room. As she slowly makes her way to the door, she peered into the classroom and sees the Nemeton in dead center, growing out from the room. She walked slowly over to it getting a chilled feeling. As she reached out to touch the Nemeton, thick vines shoot out of the stump and wrap around her hand.

Stiles wakes up with gasping breathes and Isaac appearing right next to her. "You okay?" Isaac asked her, but Stiles was still trying to catch her breath, "Stiles?"

"Yeah, I was just dreaming." She managed to tell him. "It was like a dream within a dream."

"A nightmare?"

"Yeah," Stiles sighed out and now was able to breath normally, "Wait a second," Stiles found it weird that Isaac is even in her room because Isaac never has been to her room. In fact, Stiles was certain that he didn't know where she lived. She faced Isaac with a confused expression, "Isaac, what are you doing here?"

Before Isaac even has a chance to speak Stiles' door creaks opened. "Hang on." She told him. She gets up and walked towards the door.

"Stiles, where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna close the door."

"Just go back to sleep."

"No, no," Stiles told him, shaking her head, "I should close it."

"Don't worry about it."

"What if someone comes in?"

"Like who?" Isaac asked her, "Just go back to sleep, Stiles." But Stiles continued to walk slowly to tell it, ignoring Isaac's protests.

"But what if they get in?"

"What if who gets in?" Isaac suddenly sounding upset, "Stiles, just leave it. I told Derek I would take care of you."

"I didn't know you and him were on a talking bases," Stiles voiced, but she didn't break her trail of getting to the door.

"Please. Stiles. Stiles, come back to bed." Stiles suddenly had the urge to see what was on the other side of the door and Isaac was still calling out to her, "Don't! Don't go in there, please, don't. Please, Stiles, don't!" The last "don't!" sounded exactly like Derek's voice.

Before Stiles even has a chance of turning back, Stiles found herself outside on the lacrosse field with the Nemeton, once again. She could feel and hear her heart pounding, "It's a dream." Stiles realized, "This is just a dream. Come on, get it out of your head, Stiles." This wasn't the first time she had to do it, "You're dreaming. All right? So, wake up, Stiles. Wake up, Stiles. Wake up!"

In a flash, Stiles wakes up with the sun shining in her face and hears the sounds of bird chirping from outside. "Hey, time to get up, kiddo." Her dad suddenly popped his head into her room, "Get your butt to school."

Stiles took a breath of relief. Without anymore mishaps Stiles managed to give Scott the rundown of what happened to her. "And you couldn't wake up?" Scott questioned.

"Nope, and it was beyond terrifying." Stiles admitted, "You ever hear of sleep paralysis?"

"Uh, no, do I want to?"

"Have you ever had a dream where you feel like you're about to wake up but you can't move or talk?"

"Yeah." Scott nodded and they both stop at the top of the stairs, "Yeah, I've had that." Stiles noticed the confused Scott had on his face though.

"It happens because during REM sleep your body is basically paralyzed." She explained, "It's called muscle atonia. That way if you start dreaming about running, you don't actually start running in your bed."

"That makes sense."

"But sometimes your mind can wake up before your body does. So for this split second, you're actually aware that your body is paralyzed."

"And that's the terrifying part." Scott realized.

"It turns your dream into a nightmare." She informed him, "You can feel like you're falling, like you're being strangled, or, in my case, like you're at the center of a grove of magical trees where human sacrifices took place."

"You think it means something?"

"I really hoped that it would've been over by now," Stiles confessed, "What if what we did that night is still affecting us?"

"Post-traumatic stress?"

"Or something." She added, "But you want to know what scares me the most?" Stiles asked him, before looking right at him, "I'm not even sure this is real."

Stiles wakes up in her room screaming and Sheriff Stilinski rushes into her room.

Scott McCall was gathering up his books, preparing for school. He turned toward the door and caught sight of his shadow and notices something off about it. His "shadow hand" seemed to be a claw. Scott quickly looks at his hand and sees that it remains untransformed. He closes and opens his hand the false shadow is gone. As he opens his door, he comes face to face with Isaac Lahey.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Um, are you going to school?" Isaac asked in an uncomfortable tone.

"Yeah."

"Are you angry at me?"

"No. Why?"

"Derek pretty much chewed me out on the whole Stiles thing." Isaac explained, "And I assume that the whole spending time with Allison thing would bother you."

"No, you helped us out," Scott assured him, "You're good in my book."

"Okay." Isaac rubbed the back of his head, "Do you think he hates me?"

"No, of course not." Scott assured him, "If anything he probably mad at himself. I wasn't aware that the two of you were on talking terms."

"It's a work in progress," Isaac nodded at the statement, "By the way, you still owe me some Mexican."

As Stiles readied herself for school, packing books into her backpack, she realizes something strange. The book she had in her hand, she could no longer read it. The title reads "DALESI XIS ANLA" with the subtitle "DOL WTAR I AWND RHIE WUTTRNRRIENLA SAOTRGLE FGO TPONE"

"Hey." Stiles jumped at the sound invasion of the Sheriff's voice looking over at him, "You all right? You ready for school?"

Stiles looked back at the book, it now read. "ALLIES AND AXIS" "WORLD WAR II AND THE INTERNATIONAL STRUGGLE FOR POWER"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." She lied easily, but she could see the unsure look on his face, "Dad, seriously, I'm fine." She assured him putting the book away, "It was just a nightmare." She turned to face him once more and noticed that he was carrying a box. "What's that?"

"That's just, uh, files from the office." He told her offhandedly.

"It says "Sheriff's station, do not remove."" She pointed out to him.

"Well, yeah, unless you're the Sheriff."

"Oh, snarky Dad."

The Sheriff ignored Stiles' comment, "Get your butt to school, all right?"

Allison Argent was already in rush, "Gotta run, Dad. I'm late!" Allison leaves her apartment and entered the elevator. In a matter of seconds, the air becomes much colder and the lighting dims. When the doors open she finds herself in the basement of Beacon Hills Hospital. The building was damaged with flickering florescent bulbs, broken furniture, and debris littering the corridor. She entered the morgue, water drips onto every surface. The door closed behind her.

One of the corpse drawers pops open and the card on the front reads "CASE NO. 113/NAME OF DECEASED: KATE ARGENT/ PLACE OF DEATH (CITY): BEACON HILLS/PHYSICIAN: Dr. R. Smith" Her mind flashes back to when Kate was killed by Peter Hale.

She opened the drawer and looks inside. It seems endless, stretching back endlessly. The sound of creaking metal heralds the arrival of a dirty and screaming Kate Argent, crawling spider like, up the narrow conduit. Allison turns to run but as she pushes open the morgue door, she finds herself in the school hallway. No clue as to how she had gotten there. Landon Martin appeared by her side.

"Allison, are you okay?" He asked her with a worried expression, Allison wanted to lie at first but quickly shakes her head.

Scott arrived at school on his dirt bike. He catches another glimpse of his reflection from the side view mirrors, his eyes were glowing red. He shakes his head and his reflection returns to normal. As he walks across the quad, his shadow appears to be that of a The Alpha Werewolf. He freaks even more and begins to run down the stairs toward the tunnel that leads to the athletic fields.

He ended running into Stiles, "Hey, Scott you all right?" She asked after seeing his scared expression. Scott gave her a nod of the head. "You don't look all right, Scott."

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not." Stiles told him with confidence, "It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?"

"How'd you know?" Scott asked.

"Because it's happening to all three of you." Landon told them appearing from behind.

At his office, Sheriff Stillinski was working on an elaborate "murder board" that was covered with calendars, images and sticky notes with thumbtacked pieces of string connecting it all together. The Sheriff pinned a picture of a boy with auburn hair to the board. This triggered a flashback of an overturned car with a bloody hand reaching from the back seat passenger side window. A post-it note reading "Micah Tate" is attached to the boy's photo.

Back at the school, "Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one." Landon said in a playful manner. The four had just walked inside the school heading to class.

"We're not crazy." Allison told him even though she wasn't sure if she believed that herself.

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis?" Landon pointed out, "Yeah, you guys are fine." He said in a mocking tone.

"We did die and come back to life." Scott told them, "That's gotta have some side effects, right?" Allison and Stiles looked at him reluctantly. Deaton did warn them of the cost that came with it. Before anyone has a chance to say anything the school rang, signaling that class was about to start.

"We keep an eye on each other. Okay?" Stiles told Scott and Allison, who easily agreed. She then turns her attention to Landon, "And Landon, stop enjoying this so much."

"What?" He asked innocently.

Stiles and Scott were in their history class with a new teacher they had never seen before. "Good morning, everyone." A Japanese man greeted them, "My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous History Teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira." He looked over his class and saw a mass of confused faces, "Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought a friend home for that matter."

Behind them, Scott and Stiles both hear someone sighing in the background followed by a head bumping against the desk. They turn to see the girl trying to hide from her father's call out with an embarrassing smile. She gave them a weak smile.

"Either way, there she is." Another thump to the desk, "Now, let's begin with American History at the turn of the 20th century." Scott and Stiles both turn their attention back to the front of the class, but Scott catches sight of his shadow and sees that his hand had taken the formation of a claw.

In the art classroom, Allison's hand was shaking as she tries to maneuver a red paint tipped brush to the art paper suspended from an easel "Not the steadiest hand for a superb marksman." Landon noticed standing at his easel.

"It's been happening for the past few weeks." Allison admitted, "Since that night." She threw down the brush which splashes red paint onto the paper. This triggers the memory Kate's murder once again, the arterial blood splatter when Peter Hale slashed her throat. She also flashed back to her hallucination of Kate rushing toward her in the morgue.

Landon goes over to her side and rips off the ruined page. "Start over." He demanded her. Allison takes a deep breath and somehow manages to have more control over the brush. From across the room, Isaac overheard everything.

Stiles was struggling with her locker combination because for some reason she couldn't seem to get it opened. "Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal." Scott reasoned to her.

Stiles still struggles with the lock, "Yeah, try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures." Stiles reminded him, "There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal." She gave another tug to the lock. Stiles' vision begins to shift on her lock as the numbers have transformed into rune-like symbols.

"Yeah." Scott realized, with his enhanced hearing two voices caught his attention. He recognized them as Mr. Yukimura and Kira.

"I thought you said you wanted to make friends." Mr. Yukimura asked Kira.

"Not like that." Kira countered. She was still clearly embarrassed about what happened in their history class.

"You said you wanted to be noticed."

"I could set myself on fire and not be noticed."

"Well, then you'd be dead."

"Exactly." She walked away in an upset manner. Scott turns his attention back to Stiles. The number on Stiles' lock have finally returned back to normal, but she quickly notices that Scott was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"Oh, dude, your eyes." She hissed at him.

"What about them?"

"They're starting to glow."

"You mean like right now?" Scott asked in a panic tone.

Scott's eyes were glowing the Alpha red, "Yes, right now." Stiles whispered at him. She looks around to make sure that they weren't drawing attention to themselves, "Scott, stop. Stop it."

Scott suddenly begins to breathe really hard. He slowly realizes that he was beginning to shift, "I can't." Scott realized, "I can't control it."

Stiles looks around worriedly and comes up with an idea, "All right, just keep your head down." She even shoves his head under her arm. She quickly guides him to an empty classroom, "Look down, come on." She instructs him as they make their way to the empty room.

Scott begins to feel his control slipping, just as Stiles locks them inside the room. "Get back away from me." Scott growled at her, his eyes still glowing red.

"Scott, it's okay." Stiles told him steadily. This made her mind go back to the first time Scott shifted in front of her, but she shook the memory away.

"I don't know what's going to happen." Scott lets out. He pushes against a couple of desk, "Get back."

Stiles backed away, but still didn't leave the room. Scott continues to pant and grunt as he struggles with the shift. A distance lesson, randomly pops into his mind. He buries his claws into the palms of his hands drawing blood and regains control himself. "Pain makes you human." Scott recited, looking over at Stiles' shocked expression.

Stiles gets on the floor beside him, "Scott, this isn't just in our heads." She told him, "This is real. And it's starting to get bad for me too." Stiles confessed, "I'm not just having nightmares. I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake. And sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm actually ever waking up."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked her.

"Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming?" She asked him. Scott shakes his head, "You can't read in dreams. More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words. I can't put the letters in order."

"Like even now?"

Stiles gazed around the classroom and all of the posters and the notes on the black board are all nonsense, gibberish. "I can't read a thing."

Allison and Landon were out in the Preserve. Allison was armed with her bow, while Landon pinned a target sheet on a tree. "Do you really think this is going to help?" Allison questioned him.

"I know that if you think it's not going to help it definitely won't." He countered. He makes his way to her side. "So get your head into it, shoot a few and see what happens." He encouraged her. Allison fires a couple of arrows and misses the target all together. "Oh." Landon remarked in a disappointing tone. Allison make an irritated sigh.

Landon bit his lower lip while trying to think of another way. "Maybe hold the string a different way. Try the Mongolian draw." This earned him a questioning look from Allison, "What? I read." He explained, "Try it." Allison complied and turns the bow sideways across her chest; she drew back the bow and fires but the arrow makes a clattering sound against the tree.

"Well at least you got the tree," Landon offered to her, "Take a second to close your eyes and imagine the arrow going into the target."

Allison takes his advice and visualizes the arrow going into the target, but it causes Allison to hallucinate Kate running through the woods. "Did you see that?" Allison asked freaking out.

"See what?" He hasn't seen anything out of the ordinary.

"Wait here." Allison told him.

"Are you serious?"

"I'll be right back." Allison told him as she takes off.

"You did not just say that." Landon whispered softly.

Allison hiked through the Preserve with her bow in tow. Surrounding her, she hears a voice whispering, "Over here." It came from right behind her.

"Landon?" Turning to it's direction, but nothing is there.

"Allison, over here." It whispered again in the opposite direction.

"Landon?"

"Over here, Allison." The voice said, this time it ts stronger and she can see exactly who the voice belonged to.

"Kate." Only, it wasn't Kate that was coming right at her. The dead woman was running full tilt at her in the dark. Allison quickly draws her bow and fires an arrow at the spectre. Only, when she steps out into the sunlight, did she realize that she has fired the arrow at Landon.

Landon didn't even have a chance, but luckily for them. Isaac appeared and manages to grab the arrow from hitting Landon. Allison made a gasping sound, "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Landon."

The bow was aimed at Landon's head.

Later at the McCall residence Isaac shares with Scott what happened at the Perserve, "Right at his head?" Scott questioned.

"Almost right through it." Isaac corrected him, "And she keeps saying the same thing, that she keeps seeing her aunt. If I hadn't been there, then Landon would be dead."

"What were you doing there?"

"I overheard them in art class today." Isaac explained, "Whatever's happening to you guys is getting worse."

Stiles arrives at her dad's office with a flower arrangement, "You know, the last time we bought one of these to her grave, it was stolen the same day. Hundred bucks down the drain." Stiles stated, but she sees that her father isn't exactly at his desk. He's on the floor behind it, "Hey, Dad?" The Sheriff looks up as she gives him a questioning smile, "Hi, um what are you doing down there?"

"Working." The Sheriff told her, shuffling through a pile of papers on the floor, "And hey, if somebody wants the flowers that badly, they can have them. It's the gesture."

Stiles couldn't help but notice that there isn't just a mess behind his desk, "Hey, Dad, what is all this?" Stiles walked around his office, seeing more plies and sees the board.

"I've been looking over some old cases from a more illuminated perspective, if you know what I mean." The Sheriff explained.

""Strange sighting of bipedal lizard man sprinting across freeway."" Stiles read off an article.

"Kanima pile."

"Dad, you're not going back through all your old cases seeing if any of them had something to do with the supernatural, are you?"

"I admit the recent opening of my eyes to the greater mysteries of the universe has got me reassessing." He said still shuffling around, "There's at least 100 cases here where I look at the details and I can ask myself, "If I knew then what I know now""

"Right," Stiles said in a worried tone, "but are you sure you wanna go down that path?"

"Do I have a choice?" He countered and points at the board, "There's one case in particular that I can't get out of my head. Eight years ago, I was elected Sheriff of County, my first official duty was to tell a man that not only had his wife and two kids died in a car accident, but, as best we could tell, the body of his son had been dragged from the wreck by coyotes."

"You mean dragged and eaten?"

"We didn't find the car until three days after the crash. They had driven off the road into a pretty deep ravine. Two bodies that were still in the car were covered in bites and slashes."

"You think it was a werewolf attack." It wasn't a question that much she knew.

"Maybe."

"But coyotes, they scavenge, right?" Stiles questioned, "So, couldn't they have just left the bites and the slashes?"

"Absolutely. But guess what night the accident occurred on?" The Sheriff handed her an old calendar.

"The night of a full moon." Stiles noticed.

"Yeah."

Before, leaving the office Stiles noticed that there were a number of other banker's boxes scattered around, packed up with files and labeled "Deliver to FBI Field Office| Special Agent McCall", she did a double take. "Hey, Dad, where are all these going?"

"Yeah, we, uh probably need to talk about that."

The school bell rings just as Stiles enters in her economics class with Finstock. However, she spots someone sitting in her usual seat. "Hi, sorry," She said uneasily, "I usually sit there." The student replied using sign language. Well that explained a lot, "Okay, no problem. That's all yours." It took her a second to realize, that everyone else in the room was silent as she sat down.

"That's weird." Stiles had the urge to leave until she saw Finstock in front of the class, "Hey, Coach. Thought I was in the wrong class for a second." The coach began signing the same message as the student. "Um, Okay. I don't actually know sign language." She told him with an uneasy laugh, "Actually, I didn't even know that you knew sign language." She realized, "Or that that was even an elective here." When the students surrounding her did the exact same thing over and over. Stiles is ready to blot, "Well, this has been good, I'm probably gonna, uh, head out." But that didn't stop the students and Finstock from repeating the same motions faster and faster. A crushing feeling started to take over.

She finally snaps awake by the sound of a whistle blowing, "Stilinski!" Coach Finstock yelled at her.

"Uh-huh?" She asked trying to recover. She realized that she was indeed her Economic class.

"I asked you a question." He snapped at her.

"Uh Sorry, Coach." She releases a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding, "What was it?"

"It was "Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?""

"Oh. Well, I am now." She told him trying to add a bit of snark, but it fell flat.

"Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink... Every night." Finstock told her, before turning his attention back to the board, "Does anybody else want to try the question on the board?"

Beside her, Scott gives her a weird look, "I'm okay." She told him, sitting up from her desk, "I just fell asleep for a second."

"Dude," Scott pointed out, "You weren't asleep." He points at her notebook. Stiles looked down to see that she had covered the page with the words "Wake Up" in a variety of forms and patterns. It was happened again.

In the outdoor lunch area, Landon, Allison, Isaac, Stiles and Scott have a discussion, "Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott asked them.

"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles added in her part.

"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison inputted.

"They're all locked up because they're insane." Isaac joked at them, which resulted in Stiles hitting him up-side the head.

"Ha." Stiles replied sarcastically, "Can you at least try to be helpful, baby beta. Please?" The please has an irritated tone to it. That happens when you don't get enough sleep.

"For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer. So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me." Isaac countered in an informative manner, "And I told you to stop calling me that. It's a bit embarrassing."

"Not on your life," Stiles told him and meshes up his hair. "And are you still milking that?"

"Yeah, maybe I am still milking that." Isaac told her, fixing his hair.

Kira suddenly appears at the table, "Hi, sorry." She told them shyly, "I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about." She confessed, "And I think I actually might know what you're talking about. There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called "Bardo." It literally means "in-between state." The state between life and death."

"And what do they call you?" Landon asked her.

"Kira." Scott answered, "She's in our History class."

Stiles moves over to give Kira a spot at the table and Kira takes it without hesitation, "So are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" Landon asked her.

"Either, I guess." She informed him, "But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can by visited by peaceful and wrathful deities."

"Wrathful deities?" Isaac questioned her with a bit of disbelief in his voice. "And what are those?"

"Like demons."

"Demons." Stiles stated twitching her nose and threw her palms up in surrender, "Why not?" She was just about over this whole supernatural business.

"Hold on, if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?" Allison asked Kira.

"Death." Kira replied simply, "You die."

Stiles and Scott figures there was one person in town, who have the answers the questions they had. "It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you." Deaton told Stiles after she told about him about the dream and the sign language.

"Well, how do I tell my subconscious to use a language that I actually know?" She grilled.

"Do you remember what the sign language looked like? The placement and movement of the hands?"

"You know sign language?" Scott replied with some surprise.

"I know a little," Deaton admitted, "Let me give it a shot." Stiles made the hand gestures, ""When is a door not a door?"" Deaton asked them.

""When is a door not a door"?" Stiles asked in an annoyed manner.

"When it's ajar." Scott answered.

"You're kidding me. A riddle?" She looked at him with some doubt, "My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle?"

"Not necessarily." Deaton reasoned, "When the three of you went under the water, when you crossed from unconsciousness to a kind of super-consciousness You essentially opened a door in your minds."

"So what does that mean?" Scott questioned, "The door's still open?"

"Ajar."

"A door into our minds." Stiles repeated slowly, trying to make sense of it, but yeah that wasn't exactly working either.

"I did tell you it was risky." Deaton reminded them.

"What do we do about it?"

"Well, that's difficult to answer." Deaton told Scott with a wince.

"Oh, no, wait a second, I know that look." Stiles stated, "That's the "we know exactly what's wrong with you", "but we have no idea how to fix it" look."

"One thing I do know is that having an opening like that into your mind, it's not good." Deaton confessed, "You each need to close that door. And you need to do it as soon as possible."

Before Deaton could get into farther detail Sheriff Stilinski appeared into the examination room. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here because I could use some help." The Sheriff announced and looked over at Scott, "Actually Your help."

"Why me?"

"Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young boy named Micah, was never found." He shared with them, "There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged his body away. If you could somehow get a lock on his scent if you could somehow help me find his body, it might provide the missing clue."

"But what if it really was a werewolf?" Stiles wondered.

"Well, there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family. Someone who still needs to be caught."