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CHAPTER 10

Scott blinked in surprise, immediately recognizing the Stilinski house. But it was different. The living room was painted a different color, and the picture of Stiles' mom on the mantle was gone. There seemed to be other subtle changes as Scott looked around the room, some harder to notice than others. "Lydia?" he called out. When there was no response, Scotts stomach plummeted. Why hadn't he grabbed her hand faster? Maybe they were just on opposite sides of the house, like they had been for the party. Scott ran up the stairs, yelling Lydias name, but no response came back.

He paused outside of Stiles' room, noticing the biggest difference he'd seen yet. Instead of posters lining the walls, a desk with a laptop off the side, and a clear writing board in the middle of the room for cases, Stiles' room was filled with toys. "Lydia! Lydia are you here?" He cautiously stepped inside the room, calling for Lydia again as he looked at all the things Stiles used to love. He heard a crash and jumped, before turning around and seeing a boy playing with a toy car, crashing it into another before picking up an airplane nearby. Scott smiled, seeing this innocent and carefree version of his best friend, running around holding up an airplane as he zoomed around the room. It was clearly Stiles. Same messy brown hair, mischievous brown eyes, and the same goofy grin.

He was younger than when Scott had seen him in the hospital, maybe four or five. Lost in the moment, Scott forgot about everything else as he watched his best friend zoom around his room in a hyperactive state. This must have been before they figured out he had ADHD, because he clearly had even more energy than most five year olds have. Stiles was bouncing off the walls, switching toys constantly, in the span of just a few minutes. Car to truck, truck to plane, plane to army men, army men to GI joe, and then back to the plane. Little Stiles seemed to bore of his room and decided to fly his plane elsewhere, zooming past Scott and towards the stairs.

Scott saw what was about to happen a split second before it did. There was a part of the rug that was uneven, as if someone had lifted it ever so slightly. Concentrating on his airplane, Stiles didn't see it and tripped; but he was dangerously close to the stairs already. Scott, who had followed him out, yelled out and went to grab him before he fell, but his hand went right through the boys. Stiles gasped, and Scott saw his eyes widen in surprise as he went flying and began toppling down the stairs. "No!" Scott screamed, eyes wide in shock as he watched helplessly. Scott heard a sickening crack as Stiles landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

Stiles' screams were horrible, and Scott flinched as he ran down the steps. From somewhere in the house, footsteps quickly approached. Scott didn't notice where they were coming from, his attention fixed on his best friend who had tears running down his face. "Stiles!" he heard a woman's voice yell, and then Claudia Stilinski was kneeling next to Scott and her son. "Oh my God" She exclaimed, seeing Stiles's arm twisted at an odd angle. Her hands were shaking as she stroked his hair, trying to calm him down and hide the panic in her eyes as she saw his arm, as well as the small amount of blood producing from his head.

"Mommy, it hurts!" Stiles was screaming.

"Shhhh I know baby, I know. I'm going to get the phone and call daddy alright? Don't move sweetie, you're going to be fine. We'll get you a ride in one of those ambulances you love so much, okay? They'll probably even turn on the sirens just for you!" She stood up and got the home phone nearby, rushing back to her son on the floor before he could register her disappearance. Scott saw her dial 911, holding the phone to her ear.

"Yes hi, my son just fell down the stairs, I think his arm is broken, I don't want to move it. Yes. Yes he seems to have also hit his head. Please hurry. Yes. Thank you." She hung up the phone and dialed another number.

"Honey it's me. Stiles had an accident. He fell down the stairs- yes I did, they're on the way. How do you think, he's four years old and in pain!" Claudia closed her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm just freaking out here. No-No It's alright I'll just meet you there. Okay. I love you, bye." Claudia hung up the phone, and placed her hand on Stiles' face, wiping his tears. Stiles was no longer screaming, but the tears had yet to stop.

Claudia was kneeling again at the bottom of the stairs, stroking Stiles's hair gently and singing to him, trying her best to distract him as they waited for the ambulance. At the sound of his mother's voice, Stiles visibly calmed down a fraction, finding comfort in the lyrics. Scott looked at Mrs. Stilinski, recognizing the tune, but he couldn't remember from where. He looked at this strong woman, comparing her to the woman he'd seen at the hospital. They were practically two different people. It was hard to believe this caring mother who was comforting her son with such care would one day attack him, thinking he would harm her. Scott swallowed a lump in his throat knowing that the woman he saw before him probably didn't have all that many years left as herself, before the dementia would take over.

Scott started pacing, waiting for his enhanced hearing to pick up the first sign of a siren. Why did all of these memories revolve around Stiles being in trouble or almost dying? Scott stopped pacing. Wait. Why were all these memories revolved around Stiles in trouble? He ran through everything he'd seen so far and nodded to himself. Not one revolved around a happy memory. He'd have to get Lydias opinion as soon as- Lydia. Where was she? He ran through the house, yelling for her. When no one replied, he was conflicted. Should he move to the next memory and try to find her? Or stay in case she was here somewhere?

Scott rubbed his hands over his eyes. If she wasn't here, then she was out there somewhere. Scott nodded to himself. Now he had two objectives. Find Stiles, and find Lydia. He ran out the front door and away from the house, world dimming. Just as he saw an ambulance round the corner, everything went black.

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When Lydia looked around, the woods were gone. In its place was the hospital morgue. Melissa McCall was standing next to one of two bodies, covering it up as she talked with Stiles. Lydia looked around the room. "Scott?" she called out. A bad feeling was forming in her gut. "Scott!" When there was no reply, she cursed. They'd gotten separated. The one thing they were trying to avoid. How was she supposed to find him now?

"…maybe this is just one murder? I mean it's some random coincidence?" Stiles was saying. Lydia looked closer at the body and gagged at the boys injuries. It didn't help that she recognized him. This was the guy she'd found dead near the pool. Back before she knew it was the banshee part of her that lead to her finding bodies.

Melissa was shaking her head. "I don't think it was just one."

"How come?"

"Because that girl over there? She's got the exact same injuries." Stiles' eyes raised. Melissa lead the way to the next table over, where a body lay on a similar steel table covered in a white sheet. Carefully, Melissa grabbed the edges of the sheet and pulled it down over the body, exposing the girls head and shoulders. Lydia looked away, unsure of how respectful it was. Although she was used to seeing bodies by now, it wasn't exactly something she enjoyed dealing with. Something about this memory nagged at Lydia. Like she should remember something about it. She looked back at the corpse, but didn't recognize her.

She probably shouldn't stay. She should be looking for Scott and Stiles in here. She went to turn towards the door before she remembered she hadn't tried to touch Stiles. When she turned her head and looked at him, she was surprised to find tears in his eyes. Oh God. He knew her. He knew the dead girl. Stiles was taking a step back from the body, shock and grief on his face.

"The M.E. said this one wasn't just strangled. Whoever did it used a gratin which is a stick that you put through the rope and you just kind of keep twisting." Stiles was silent. The memory clicked for Lydia. This was his friend, one of the first sacrifices. What was her name? Haley? Holland? Hannah? Lydia remembered Scott telling her about Stiles theory, and how he'd found his friend that had gone missing. She'd felt bad for him, but he'd acted normal, as if everything was fine.

"Stiles?" Melissa was asking, turning to face him. Seeing the look on his face, hers immediately turned to surprise and pity. "Oh my God did you know her?" Melissa asked. Stiles didn't say anything, just nodded, face frozen in shocked distress. He didn't look at Melissa. "I'm so sorry." Melissa whispered, quickly putting the white sheet back over her body. "Didn't even think." She covered her mouth with her fist, unsure what else to say.

"It was uh… I was at her party." Stiles' eyes were filling up, and Lydia found herself wanting to hug him, eager to be able to talk to him, eager to see him look at her again. She missed her friend, and she hated all these stupid memories in his mind, all these times he was heartbroken or scared. He didn't deserve that. "It was her birthday. Her name was Heather." With that his tears spilled over, and he quickly wiped them away on his sweater sleeve. Heather Lydia remembered, and went to touch his hand, but surprise surprise, their hands didn't connect. The morgue was starting to dim.

"Okay we need to call your father because you're a witness…" Melissa was saying, but Lydia was no longer paying attention. She instinctively reached out a hand to grab Scotts before remembering they'd been separated. "Damn it" she said, knowing now she had two people to find. By the time she was done rolling her eyes, she was back at the High School.