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CHAPTER 7

This time there was no need to wait for Stiles to appear. When the area around them came into focus, Stiles was sitting at Coach's desk, looking through papers. It was once again night time, and as his friends looked at him, they noticed his eyes were unfocused and they knew he was putting pieces together in his mind. Scott looked around, trying to remember when this could have been and noticed someone lurking in the doorway. "I was wondering how that idiot got sick" he stated. Stiles jumped up from the desk, casting a weary glance at the professor. "I'm also wondering where your friends are." He said, twisting a silencer into place on what Scott now realized was a gun. "Since in order to get paid by the benefactor I need to have proof they're dead."

"Stiles…" Scott said in a low voice, moving closer to his friend. Lydia moved with him.

Stiles blinked in understanding. "Visual confirmation."

The chemist nodded. "Exactly." He said, and brought the gun up to face Stiles. He came nearer and dragged Stiles out of the office by the back of his hoodie before shoving him in front of him, gun pointing at his back. "You still look feverish Mr. Stilinski. You should know something; the virus doesn't kill humans. You'll get better. So don't you think you should tell me where they are? Shouldn't one of you get to live?" Scotts heart was beating twice as fast as it normally would and he realized he was holding up his hands between the chemist and his friend as if mediating the two of them. Lydia was next to Stiles, but facing the chemist. She had already tried to grab his hand with no effect.

"I think I saw them in the Library." The Chemist looked surprised at Stiles's willingness to give his friends away. "Or maybe in the cafeteria it was definitely one of those two." Annoyance crossed the chemists face as understanding set in.

"I'm going to count to three, and then I'm going to kill you." Scotts heart skipped a beat and he had to remind himself that this was a trick. Just a memory. Stiles was fine, he had gotten away. He knew his dad had killed the chemist before he could kill Stiles. He knew his past self and their friends were in the vault downstairs, but it didn't make this feel any less real. Stiles turned around to face the man with a gun to his chest.

"You think you can scare me?" he asked, defiance displayed throughout his features.

"No I think I can kill you." The chemist replied nonchalantly. "I just thought the countdown would make it more exciting. So…" He raised the gun and pressed it against Stiles's head. "One." Stiles stayed silent, but his hands began to shake in fear. He didn't blink. "Two." The chemist said, anger plaguing his features. Stiles shifted on his feet, fear now in his eyes. Unwilling to show fear, he closed them tight, shaking all over as he prepared for his death. Scotts heart lurched, and he thought he was going to throw up. Where was his dad?! He saw the chemist's mouth start to form the last word his friend may have ever heard, but instead he heard a gunshot, and watched in surprise as blood splattered onto Stiles's face. Lydia screamed and grabbed Scott, hands shaking. Stiles spit blood out of his mouth and inhaled quickly in surprise to find himself still alive. All three of them watched as Scotts dad emerged from the shadows in an looking like a psychopathic banana.

"Scott I don't want to see anymore." Lydia whimpered. "I want to get to the next one, I want this to be over, I don't want to see anymore can we just go? Please Scott I don't want to be in this room anymore. I don't want to see him almost die again." She was shaking and backing away from the body at their feet. Scott nodded and backed away with her out the door, the further they walked the darker it became, and the scene changed.

They were in a different classroom, and daylight was once again streaming through the glass windows. Coach was at the front of the unusually silent classroom, staring at Stiles, who had just taken a seat. Lydia was still shaking, and Scott was holding her close, trying to comfort her as well as himself. He couldn't help but wonder if his dad had been even one second later. He shuttered at the thought, and tried to concentrate on what was going on around him. They had to find his friend. When Scott focused on what was happening, his confusion only grew. No one in the class was speaking.

Stiles looked at coach. "Hey coach, thought I was in the wrong class for a second." Coach raised his hands and signed something to Stiles. Scotts head tilted in confusion.

"Scott that's sign language." Lydia stated. Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion and she stopped shaking.

"…was even an elective here." Stiles was saying. He swallowed as the creepiness increased as coach stared at him without blinking. "Well this has been good, I'm probably going to head out." He said, gathering his books and standing before heading towards the door. As soon as he reached the front of the room, the entire rest of the class began signing the same thing.

"When is a door not a door." Scott said softly.

"What?" Lydia asked

"It's what Stiles said he saw when he zoned out in class. We're somehow in a dream within Stiles head. This was a dream he had last year, I remember him telling Deaton and I about it. It may have even been the first clue that the nogitsune was inside of him but we didn't know it at the time. It's how we realized we had opened a door into our minds when we died."

"Do you hear that? It kind of sounds like a whistle." The signing was getting faster and faster, and none of the kids in the class broke eye contact with Stiles, who was backing away from them.

Lydia and Scott were suddenly in a different setting with Coach blowing a whistle right next to their faces. Both their eyes simultaneously widened in pain as the ear shattering noise went through their skulls. When it ended, Coach started yelling at Stiles, who was now seated a few rows back next to Scott. "I remember this too. Stiles said he had just fallen asleep, but his eyes had been open the whole time, he'd been writing really fast on his notebook to wake up. It freaked me out."

Before they knew what was happening, darkness swirled around them and they were in the boys locker room. "Great. I didn't even get a chance to touch him!" Lydia yelled in annoyance. Scott raised his eyebrows at her, his mouth twitching. Lydia rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up you know what I meant. I didn't get a chance to test him."

Scott smiled. "Okay well where is he now?" As if on cue, Stiles came tumbling through the door, sporting his lacrosse practice gear and ushering another player into the room.

"Hey you okay, Scott, you okay?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" younger Scott screamed. Lydia jumped in surprise and looked at present Scott. "What was wrong with you?" Stiles jumped back, sliding on the floor before getting to his feet and stumbling back.

"I couldn't control it. Stiles said I tried to kill him but I don't really remember, it's kind of a blur. I'd rather not see myself almost kill my best friend." He saw himself jump on top of the lockers and winced. "Lydia come on, I want to try something." He opened the door he and Stiles had just come through and left the room, leaving the memory behind them.

"Scott, I didn't get to- Where are we going?" Lydia asked, trailing behind him. Scott didn't really have an answer, he just didn't want to see what he knew was coming next. He chose to flee the scene instead. He could hear banging coming from where they'd just left as Stiles ran into lockers in his attempt to get away. Scott walked faster. The further away from the locker room Scott and Lydia went, the darker the area around them became. Lydia stopped walking and Scott slowed. The darkness enveloping them stayed at the same shade until they moved. The two exchanged a glance before walking backwards towards the locker room again. The area began to lighten. With another glace at each other they were running forward once again. The darkness became more prominent, and they were gone.