A/N: Thanks to desloationofsmaug99, I got plenty of ideas!

Chapter Three: Silence Killed the Boy

Allison, Scott and Isaac sat quietly on the floor, partially thinking of what they were going to do, and how to get out. And also waiting for Stiles and Lydia, or Derek, to give a sign that they were at least still alive. Isaac shifted closer to Allison, and Scott grew more and more alone. The more he thought of Allison and Isaac being together. And the more thought of Lydia, and his brother, Stiles, possibly being dead.

He tuned out Allison and Isaac's low whispers, focusing on the small, barely audible sounds. He could hear water dripping far away. Or the shushing sounds of the wind blowing the leaves in the trees.

And footsteps.

And getting close.

Scott stood up and eagerly turned to Isaac, who rose, following his alpha. Scott pointed to his ears. "Listen carefully."

Isaac closed his eyes to concentrate. And sure enough, he heard it. The footsteps. But his face contorted with disturbance. "Scott. It sounds like dragging." Isaac whispered. Allison looked between the two boys, the nervous Isaac, and the shocked Scott.

When Scott listened, he realized it did sound like a pair of footsteps, but dragging following it. Two people. One...was being dragged. There were no scents, meaning they were being covered by something. Allison looked to Isaac. "Is it them? Stiles and Lydia? Are they okay?" she asked. Isaac looked at Scott.

"Someone just dropped." Scott said, before breaking into run towards the sounds. He didn't even care if Isaac and Allison were following. Sure enough he came across two bodies, both laying face down on the floor. He skidded and dropped to his knees next to Stiles, checking for his pulse before turning him over. He was breathing, but struggling to, in short, shallow gasps. His heart was beating way too fast, and he looked worn out completely.

"Stiles? Wake up. Wake up!" he shook him lightly, and Stiles opened his eyes but didn't speak. Although he tried. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. He coughed harshly, gasping for air.

Lydia sat up, pulling herself to her hands and knees, before pushing herself to lean against the wall. "We need to get out of here." she said hoarsely. Scott let Stiles go limp in his arms, and he glared up at Lydia.

"What. Happened."

It wasn't even a question, but more of a serious statement that needed to be answered. Lydia shook her head. She took in a breath to speak, but Allison and Isaac's rushing footsteps echoed through the house. They soon were with Scott, Stiles and Lydia. Allison was sitting in front of Lydia, turning her hands palms up to see the gruesome bruises, and the blood blotting her cherry blonde hair from a bump to the head.

"Lydia. Are you okay?" Allison asked. Lydia nodded slowly, closing her eyes for a few moments, before opening them and looking to Scott. "The room locked up. It was a trap. It filled with water so cold...we both probably have hypothermia."

Now that Scott was out of his fearful trance, Stiles was shaking and shivering slightly. He looked up to Isaac, who shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to Lydia, while Scott took off his coat and covered Stiles with it.

"The room was almost filled. We only had seconds. But he solved it. The puzzle. He solved it. And he dove under the water, and he got the door opened somehow. But he was under for two minutes. I-I managed to...bring him back...but...he's barely said a word."

Scott closed his eyes, trying to clear his head so the anger wouldn't take over. He wanted to burn the house to ashes, killing anything that stood in their way. "Lydia...how long do you think you both have...before you need serious hospitalization?"

Lydia closed her eyes once again. "Soon..."

Allison pulled her close and Lydia seemed to have passed out. Isaac looked to Scott for answers, but he was lost in thought. He then cleared his throat and spoke up. "We should find a place to stay. Not this hallway. And then just think."

Scott nodded. "Agreed. You carry Lydia. I got Stiles. Allison...keep watch."

Allison nodded and as the boys carried their respectful person, she led the way, turning around every few minutes to see what was behind them. They walked into a small, but at the same time, large enough room to house themselves, but still only have to keep guard of one doorway. Stiles and Lydia were placed at the far wall, while Scott had first watch, sitting and blocking the way in and out of the room while Isaac and Allison slept.

He stared at nothing in particular. Just the blackness of the house. The dark cloak that shrouded the whole place in a hellish nightmare form. They should have never even came inside. But Derek insisted. He made them. And now two were dying of hypothermia, and the other two were losing their sanity faster than he was.

"Scott,"

Scott turned around, staring Stiles eye to eye. Scott crawled over to him, in any way to help him. "I'm fine. Is Lydia okay?" he asked, obviously not worried enough about himself. Scott nodded. "Yeah. She-...uh...she said you died."

"Only for a few seconds." Stiles said blandly, then smiled weakly. Scott choked on his muffled laugh. "Yeah. Not bad. Just don't do anything stupid again."

"Stupidity and Dangerous are my middle names. Gotta be better than that, Scott."

Even now, Stiles still managed to crack jokes. But he wasn't in any condition to do so. He shook violently, teeth chattering as he pulled Scott's jacket closer to his body. "It tried to kill us." he muttered. Scott looked back to Stiles to hear what he was saying.

"The house. Or whoever lived here. It tried to drown us. It's picking us off one by one. If Lydia didn't know CPR, I'd be dead. It obviously didn't realize she knew, or else the door wouldn't have opened."

Scott's eyes focused. "What do you mean? You opened the door."

Stiles shook his head. "No I didn't. I found the drain, but it was blocked by...something...I don't know what. It wasn't anything I ever saw though. And it was the last thing I saw. Then, I remember hearing Lydia's voice, and I opened my eyes, and she was hugging me. I don't remember anything from when I was dead. But I do remember, that this house didn't think I was coming back. I saw something I wasn't supposed to."

Scott leaned in closer. "What did you see?" he asked eagerly. It could be the ticket to getting out of the place.

"Eyes."

"Human eyes. They were bright blue, a person's eyes. They stared at me through the drain, like they were blocking it with glass or something, but from the other side. So it stayed plugged, but I could still see them."

"When I stared into those eyes, I felt...like I couldn't move. Paralyzed or something. I couldn't surface. And then it all went black. I guess...I ran out of air. I...died..."

Scott patted his shoulder a few times. "But you're not now. You're okay now." Stiles looked away. "Scott. Ever since I was a kid, I was terrified of drowning. And I just did. Doesn't that say something?"

Scott was lost. Completely confused. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Scott. I drowned. I died from drowning. That's my greatest fear. To drown. That can't just be a coincidence. That I fear drowning more than any other way to die, and I drown. I think this place, is killing us by our greatest fears. It's going to pick us off one by one. Destroy us all in the worst and most absolutely terrifying way we could ever imagine. It wants us to suffer, and die."

Isaac groaned, opening his eyes and sitting upright. "If that's true..." he whispered, careful not to wake Allison or Lydia. "...then we gotta get out of here now."

Stiles looked to Scott, before Isaac. "No shit Sherlock. You just figured that out?"

Scott looked up at the roof. Then to the walls. "Then let's get out of here. Tonight."

A/N: Finished the next chapter! Yeah!