A/N: Thanks everyone for going this far! You're all amazing!

Chapter Six: Comatose

Scott rose silently to his feet, walking past Stiles and Lydia, who was still crying softly against his chest. Stiles watched him slowly make his way to Derek, who was just starting to wake up again. Without warning, Scott grabbed Derek by the front of his shirt and forcefully pulled him off the floor, throwing him up to his feet. Derek stumbled back, staring at Scott like he lost it.

Then he noticed Allison's body, and Lydia crying, Stiles' eyes cold and mourning. Derek turned back to Scott, who walked into the hallway Lydia and Stiles came from. He covered his eyes with his hands, dragging them down the front of his face and falling back to his sides once again.

"We're getting out of this damned house. Right now…" he said, voice completely void of life. He looked at Stiles, who slowly got into a standing position from kneeling on the floor, helping Lydia stand up. She still clung to his clothes, shaking, but she was now looking at Scott. Derek's eyes flashed back to Allison, then to his alpha.

Scott didn't say anything. He merely spun on his heel and began to walk down the hallway. Stiles and Lydia followed after him, and Derek behind the two. The older man cringed at the smell of Allison's blood all over his clothes. His clothes. He killed Allison. And Scott knew.

The group walked down the hallway silently, making exceptions for shuffling shoes, breathing, or Lydia's sobs. They eventually reached where Isaac was slammed into the wall, and he was still there, on his hands and knees.

Scott stopped and grabbed him from the back of his shirt, like a mother cat picking up her kitten by the scruff, and pulled him up to his feet. His eyes were still gold like sunset. Scott glared at him, his own turning blood red, like the color all over his clothes and hands. Isaac backed off, whimpering slightly.

"Wh-What happened?" he asked, his voice cracking. Stiles stood up straight, looking the opposite direction from Isaac's eyesight. Isaac swallowed harshly. "Where's Allison?"

Scott hung his head. "We're leaving."

That was all Isaac got before Scott rushed to the staircases, stomping down the stairs. Derek followed right behind him, and Stiles was still holding Lydia's hand as they went down. Isaac was in shock, frozen stiff, but he quickly shook it off and rushed after them.

As they walked through the basement, the hallway leading to the room wasn't nearly as long as it was before. In fact, there was barely any hallway left. He threw the door open and held it for everyone as they walked in. The door slammed behind them and water slowly flooded in. Stiles instantly went rigid.

"Scott." he looked down at the rising water, then to Scott, who was already scrambling up the open hole. "Scott what the hell are you doing?! I am not doing this again!" Stiles backed up against the closed door, watching the level rise.

Scott was out of sight, and Derek and Isaac were now in the center of the room. Derek leapt up, climbing the walls. Isaac was left waiting while Derek and Scott disappeared into the darkness of the hole to the surface.

Scott marched through the forest, Derek right behind him. Derek grabbed his shoulder roughly and spun him around, inhaling deeply. "Listen, I know you're pissed about what happened to Allison. I'm sorry. But that doesn't mean you have to let the others die!"

Scott abruptly punched him in the face, knocking him to the floor. "Shut your mouth." he spat. Derek was shocked, and angry, but Scott didn't look mad. In fact, Derek placed the expression as smug.

Scott turned back around and closed his eyes. He heard Derek gasp, and when he reopened them, the house was directly in front of them.

"What the hell's going on?" He looked to Scott for answers.

Scott tapped the sides of his pants. "It's an illusion, Derek. It's all an illusion."

The older wolf was confused. He blinked, jerking his head forward for Scott to clarify. "Stiles isn't drowning. He never did. Isaac never was slammed into that wall. Allison…Allison never died. Don't you understand?"

Derek shook his head. "I think you've lost it. Stiles is drowning! And Lydia! Isaac? We left them in a locked room filling with water!"

Scott shook his head. "No. They're okay."

Derek stood up slowly, looking behind Scott, then himself. The house was gone, nowhere in sight. He choked on words, there were no explanations for this.

Scott continued to explain. "It's not real, Derek. It's…a dream…or something like that. Wake up. You'll see. Remember Stiles saying he couldn't remember what death was like? It sounds like a dream. In a dream, you don't remember it, or at least only a few pieces here and there. Derek, this is all a dream!"

Scott ran forward, stabbing Derek in the chest with his claws. "Trust me, Derek."

Derek coughed, dropping to his knees, blood pooling out of the wound. "Trust me." Scott said again. But it was drawn out, fading. Derek fell to the side, taking his last breaths before death took him quickly.

Derek gasped for air as he shot upright, grabbing his wound tightly to stop blood flow. But there was no blood flow. There was no blood, at all. He was perfectly fine. He turned around, seeing Allison comforting Lydia and talking to Stiles. Isaac looked completely lost. And he should have been. He turned to see Scott sitting up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We should leave." he mumbled. Everyone agreed quickly, standing up and rushing out of the house. Scott cleared his throat. "It's not haunted, but there's definitely something off about it. We should make sure nobody ever comes back here again."

Later that night, Derek, Stiles and Scott returned to the old building, each of them holding a match in their hands. They lit theirs, and dropped them on the porch. The dry wood soon ignited, engulfing the mansion in flames.

Stiles turned to Scott. "So…something latched itself to your subconscious, and everything you thought, happened?"

Scott nodded. "Basically, yeah."

Derek blinked a few times. "So you wished Stiles to drown? And Allison to get stabbed?"

Scott shook his head. "No. It's what I feared. I was scared they were going to die, in the worst ways. And they did. But with Stiles, I reassured myself he was going to live. And he did."

Stiles nodded slowly. "And with Allison, you gave up and lost all hope, so she died." but he snorted a laugh. "How'd you know that, anyway? How'd you know it was all this creepy voodoo stuff? What's with that?"

Scott shrugged. "I'm not nearly as stupid as you take me for, Stiles."

Stiles dozed off, breathing out a 'huh' before nudging Scott in the arm. The boys looked at each other, then to the flaming building, the bright orange and yellow flames piercing through the dark forest.

A/N: Twist ending!

I actually sadly had to wrap it up quickly for reasons. Reasons such as I am planning on spending a LOT of time with my book this weekend after going to this thing tomorrow and the next day, so…yeah…

Hope you enjoyed. Always love your reviews! Kay bye!

Next story…I have no idea.

uh…well…maybe a Supernatural one?