Ch. 29 Motel California

After hours of driving to go to a meet we didn't even make we stopped at the worst Motel ever. It gave me a bad vibe around here. I didn't want to get anywhere near Motel Glen Capri so I stayed close to the bus and so did Lydia "I've seen worse" Scott said.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asked.

Coach blew his whistle "Listen up! The meet has been pushed to tomorrow." He had a handful of keys and the bus began to park. "This is the closest motel with the least amount of vacancies and the least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves" He put his arms out to give all of us keys "You'll be pairing up, choose wisely"

Everyone grabbed a key, but Lydia and I stayed back. "And I'll have no sexual diversions tolerated by you deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Allison showed us a key "Looks like us three are bunking" She then saw the look on our faces and she asked, "What's wrong?"

"We don't like this place" Lydia and I said.

Allison looked at it with a smile "I don't think the people who own this place like it. It's just for a night anyway"

"A lot can happen in one night" I said and Lydia nodded. All three of us went into the room we got and Allison went towards the bathroom to take a shower.

"Hey, can you guys get some more towels. These smell like smoke" Lydia grabbed the towels and we both went downstairs.

"Excuse me" I said to the lady "Our card says we got a non-smoking room, but these towels smell like nicotine" I trailed off when the lady turn around and saw the thing in her neck.

"Sorry dearies" Lydia looked behind her and saw the number,

"What's that number for?"

"Oh that's just something my husband insist to put up"

"What does it mean?" I asked

"Well, we aren't number one on guest satisfactory," She began,

"Obviously" Lydia said

"It's actually kind of a disturbing little thing" Lydia and I looked at her curiously "We are California's number one motel for having the most suicides that happen here" Lydia and I looked at each other and we thanked the lady for the new towels and we headed back up to the room.

"One hundred ninety eight?!" Allison exclaimed.

"Yeah" I whispered. I sat on the bed thinking and I looked up "And we're talking forty years, so average that's 4.95 suicides a year in this motel. Who commends that with a frame?" I paused. "I don't know about you, but I-" I stopped and I heard a mans voice,

"Which one?"

"I-I don't know the smaller one I guess" A female voice said,

"Did you hear that?" I asked,

"Hear what?" Lydia asked,

"That's a good choice, the smaller one has a less kick so you won't feel it"

"So on the count of three or after three?" The female asked.

"How about one, two, then pull the trigger"

"Okay"

"I love you" the male said

"I love you too"

"One, two" Then I heard gunshots go off,

"Oh my god" I whispered,

"Chelsea what's wrong?" Allison asked, I looked at both of them and they gave me a look,

"You guys didn't hear that?"

"Hear what?" Allison asked.

"The two people in the other room. They shot each other" Allison and Lydia looked at each other and then soon followed me as I went to the next room. I pushed the door open and it was pitch black. "Hello?" I tried to turn on the lights, but it wouldn't come on.

"Chelsea," Lydia began. "What are you doing?"

I walked over to the end of the room where I found a construction light. I turned it on and the room looks like it was in the middle of reconstruction. I moved towards the back walls, "It had to been right here" Lydia and Allison followed at a distance behind me. I turned to look at them. "They sounded younger, but they were here."

Allison put her hands out and said, "We believe you" Lydia nodded. We all went back to our room and started to pack our things up.

"There is something seriously wrong with this place. We need to leave" I said while gathering the last of my stuff.

"Well," Allison began "They were suicides, not murders and it's not like this place is haunted"

"Maybe it is" I said in a flustered voice "I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room" I got closer to them "Maybe that's why they're renovating. They probably had to wipe brain matter off the walls"

"Maybe we should find out" Lydia said,

We walked down to the front desk and the woman we saw wasn't there "Well there goes that idea"

I turned to Allison and Lydia, and Allison looked at something beside us. She turned to us quickly "Didn't you say the number was 198?"

I turned around to look at the number sign which now said 201. "It was 198" I said quietly. I turned to them "I swear to God it was 198"

"so does that mean three more suicides happened?" Lydia asked.

"Or they're about to happen" We both looked at Allison and we ran back to the room to call Stiles. When he got here we explained everything that happened. "The last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon"

"Yeah," Stiles started to pace "He was definitely a little off with me too. But actually, it was Boyd who was acting really off" I turned my head to him waiting for him to explain further "I watched him put his fist through the vending machine"

"See!" They all turned towards me. "It is the motel. Either we need to get out of here right now or," I turned around and pulled a bible out of the drawer. "Someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism before the werewolves go crazy and kill us, excluding me of course"

"Okay," Stiles said. "Just hold on. What if it's not the motel? The number in the office went up by three right?"

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison asked.

"What if this time it's three werewolves?"

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd" Lydia said.

"Maybe we were meant to be here" Stiles said.

"Exactly!" they all turned towards me "So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?"

"Hold on" Stiles grabbed the bible out of my hands and that's when I saw there were pages sticking out the side. He began to flip the pages and we gathered around him. They were newspaper articles. "A man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri" Stiles read.

There were more articles through out the bible so he shook the book and we began to go through them. "Look at these" Lydia said. "They all mention room 217. These must have been all suicides that happened in this room" I looked around with a disgusted face and went and stood by the door.

"And if every room has a bible-" Allison began.

"There could be newspaper articles in every room" I finished. "What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" We all looked at each other and then ran out the door to the next room. Stiles tried the door, but it was locked. "It was not locked before"

"It doesn't matter" Allison said. "We have to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here" We all turned to go find the werewolves when there was a sound coming from the other side of the door.

"That sounds like a handsaw" Alison said.

Stiles ran up to us "A handsaw?" I looked at the door and kicked it open. Ethan was trying to saw himself open. "Ethan! No!" Stiles ran to him and they wrestled with the handsaw. Ethan threw the handsaw down and pushed Stiles, but he caught himself right as I pulled the plug. Ethan's claws came out and he started clawing at his stomach and I grabbed Ethan's hand and stuck it on the heater.

Ethan held his hand from the pain of the burn, but it healed and he stood up. "What just happened?" We all looked at Ethan trying to figure out a way to explain it to him. He ran out and we all followed him.

Ethan went down the stairs "Want to explain to us what you were doing back there?" Stiles asked.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" He began to button up his shirt. "I don't know how I got there or what I was trying to do"

"You could be a little more helpful" Stiles said "Chelsea just did save your life"

"She probably shouldn't have" I flinched and Ethan went back into his room.

"What do we do now?" Lydia asked

"Allison and I will find Scott" I said "You guys get Isaac and Boyd"

"She's right" Allison said. "The best thing we can do is get them out of this place"

Allison and I walked upstairs to Scott's room which was cracked open. When we pushed the door he wasn't anywhere to be found. "Scott?" There was no response.

We left the room and met up with Stiles and Lydia, who told us about the heat that could stop the werewolves from going crazy. "We can't find Scott anywhere" I told them.

"It's happening to him too isn't it?" Stiles asked.

"It has to be" I told him.

"Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah," Stiles said "I'll get it"

We got to the bottom on the stairs and we saw something that made us all stop. It was Scott. Scott was holding a flare and he was drenched with gasoline. My eyes began to water as I looked at Scott. "There's no hope"

"What do you mean Scott?" I asked "There's always hope"

"Not for me, not for Derek" I let my tears fall.

"Derek wasn't your fault" I said "You know Derek wasn't your fault"

"Every time I try to fight back it just gets worse. More people end up getting hurt. People getting killed."

"Scott," Stiles began "Listen to us. This isn't you. This is someone inside your head telling you to do this"

"What if it isn't? what if it is just me? What if doing this is the best thing I can do for everybody else?" Allison shook her head "It all started that night. The night Chelsea and I got bitten. Do you remember the way it was before?" I turned to Stiles and he gripped my hand. "We were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't important" He was starting to cry and that made me cry harder. "Maybe we should be no one again, no one at all"

He lifted the flare up so Stiles and I moved closer to him. "You're not no one Scott. You and Chelsea are my best friends and I need you guys. Scott, you're my brother and Chelsea is my sister" I grabbed Stiles' hand tighter "Because if you're going down," Stiles and I walked into the puddle of gasoline. "We're going down with you" Stiles took the flare out of his hand and threw it. I grabbed Scott's hand and Stiles grabbed his other hand.

I saw the flare start to roll back this way. "NO!" Lydia and I screamed. I knocked down Scott and Stiles and landed on top of them. I looked at the fire and I saw a figure standing in it. I looked towards Lydia and it looked like she saw it too.

Eventually, the fire died down and none of us wanted to sleep in the motel so we got onto the bus. I sat with Scott while Stiles sat behind us and Lydia and Allison sat across from Scott and I. The next morning we woke up to Coach opening the door to the bus, seeing us then made a face "I don't want to know. I really don't want to know" I picked my head up from Scott's shoulder and stretched then went to sit with Stiles. "In case you missed the announcement the meet has been canceled so pack it in. Pack it in!"

I looked at Coach's shirt and saw a powder on it. "Coach can I see your whistle for a minute" I asked while taking it off him. He stuttered a bit and walked off. I blew into the whistle and I saw some powder come out. I held up my hand and showed it to them "Wolf's bane"

"So everytime he blew the whistle Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Ethan-"

"We all inhaled it"

"You were all poisoned by it" Allison said.

"But why didn't it affect me?" I asked, they looked at me and gave confused looks. "So that's how the Darach got into your heads"

Stiles took the whistle and threw it out the window. "Stilinski!" Coach yelled, but we were already moving.

"Ethan just told me Derek was alive" I looked at Scott and Ethan came and sat by me for a minute,

"How did you get me out of that trance?" I looked at him and sighed,

"It's something that I encountered before" He gave me a look

"This isn't the first time it happened" I shook my head,

"It happened years ago, I knew it was a familiar setting to that and I had to use heat to get them out of their trance" Ethan nodded and gave me a side hug and a kiss on the forehead before going back to Danny. I let out a small smile and fell asleep on the way home.