"Read." Malia said doubtfully. "That's the plan?"
"Yea, because we don't know anything about them. So right now 'read' is the only plan we have." Scott said.
Lydia picked up the book. "So is there something in particular we're looking for?" She flipped through it.
"Anything that seems important."
"Hey, look at the last place this book was before it came here to Beacon Hills." Kira called, reading the book history.
"Our school." Scott said after reading it himself.
"That's a little..." Stiles began.
"This book is dedicated to Dr. Gabriel Valack." Lydia read.
Stiles' head shot up. "What? Who?"
"It says it.. in the book." She offered it to him.
Stiles clumsily took it and read the line for himself.
"Valack. I know that name."
"How?" Scott asked, furrowed eyebrows highlighting his confusion.
"I've met him, once. In Eichen House."
"Isn't that the guy with three eyes?" Braeden asked.
"Yeah, he used to work there until he tried trepination on himself. Now he's a patient. They say if you look into his third eye you'll go mad."
"That sounds so gross." Kira visibly greened.
"We obviously have to talk to him." Derek said. "Find out what he knows about them."
"Wait, what is Eichen House?" Lydia asked.
"I'd like to know too." Kira spoke.
Stiles wrenched his fingers nervously. "It's... a psychiatric hospital." He said.
"You were in a psychiatric hospital?" Kira asked.
"It was the first time this all happened. I kept blacking out and eventually I hurt people... alot of people." Stiles began. He wasn't going to go into detail because he knew the more they knew, the less they'd like him.
"You mean the bomb in the police station?" Derek asked.
Stiles looked at him exasperatedly but Malia answered. "Yes, and that serial killer Barrow, that electricuted some girl to death and killed himself in the process, that coach that got shot with an arrow, and more." Malia didn't seem to care about how Stiles felt about all of this.
The room grew uncomfortably quiet for a beat too long. It stayed quiet until it was awkward and then continued until no one could even hear themselves breath. Stiles felt a weight growing on his chest, the same weight that came everytime he thought of what happened, and he would do anything to get it off. But he couldn't, he was stuck with the memories of it all forever. The look on Coach Finstock's face when the arrow penetrated his stomach, arriving late to the substation and finding Heather burned over seventy-five percent of her body, the scene at the sherriff's station when the bomb exploded leaving a splintered mess of limbs and wood, they were all forever etched into his mind like a carving in a tree-trunk. He couldn't forget, so he tried to create better memories that would last just as long.
"Is all of that true?" Lydia asked finally letting some sound into the room.
Stiles nodded silently, his eyes stuck on the floor. "I have more blood on my hands than anyone." His voice was almost a whisper.
"Void did those things, not you." Scott spoke firmly, his true alpha spirit beginning to surface. "I've known you for some months, and you're aren't capable of those things."
"You don't understand, Scott. Those things that I did... that he did with my body... I saw everything... I couldn't look away, I couldn't close my eyes. And the worst of it is that some part of me liked it. The feeling of being stronger than everyone else around me... I felt powerful doing all of those things."
"Do you want to feel that again?" Scott asked.
"Wha-what?" Stiles was confused.
"Do you want that? Him in control of your body, making you feel powerfull and trapped all at the same time, the numerous lives in danger because of it all?"
"Of course not, Scott. I'd never want that."
"Then use it. Let that fear determinate you. Use the fact that you never want any of that to happen to keep you from letting it happen."
The room grew quiet once again, this time less awkward. Stiles played the words over and over in his mind and decided to liten. Everyone else looked at each other and then Kira spoke.
"How exactly do we get into Eichen House?" She asked.
"Deaton might know something." Scott spoke.
"Who?" Stiles asked.
It was easy for Scott to forget that they all hadn't known each other their entire lives.
"He's my old boss."
"And kind of the pack's unofficial advisor." Liam finished.
"So how will he get us in?" Kira asked.
"Well, he went in to talk to Valack before. He looked into the third eye and..."
"What?" Stiles asked excited to hear about this now. "Did he go insane?"
"Just long enough to find a solution to our problem."
"How did he get inside?" Lydia asked.
"He knows a guy on the inside."
"Okay so call him." Braeden spoke.
Scott called and got Deaton to help. The older man called his contact in Eichen House and the guy agreed to let them see Valack, but only as a favor to Deaton who would then owe him one.
Now they Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira were walking into Eichen house.
"Please empty your pockets into the bin." The orderly spoke from behind the front desk.
They all complied. An older man came walking in. He didn't dress like an orderly, he wore dress pants and a buttoned shirt and he carried about a thousand keys on his hip.
"Follow me, if you will." He spoke.
The four followed the man, no one speaking a word until they reached a locked gate in the basement.
"You didn't think you were all going, did you?" Asked the man.
"It's mountain ash, isn't it?" Scott deduced.
"Everywhere, but heavily concentrated down here." He swiped a keycard and the gate openned. "Valack's cell is the last one at the end of the hall." He said as he held the gate open for Stiles and Lydia to proceed through.
They had to pass by numerous creepy creatures. They had never seen anything like it and if they never saw it again, it would be too soon.
They reached Valack's cell and found him sitting cross-legged on the floor. His eyes were closed and he wore a bandage wrapped around his cranuim.
"Mr. Stilinski. If you were going to be bringing guests, you could've called." He spoke with his eyes closed. He opened them and looked directly at Lydia. "Hello Lydia."
"How do you know my name?" She asked.
"I can see everything." He removed the bandage and revealed his third eye.
"Lydia, whatever you do don't look directly at it." Stiles warned.
"I also knew your grandmother." He grinned. "She was a patient here. A banshee, like you."
Lydia was frozen speechlessly. She never knew her grandmother at all and now she finds out she was a banshee.
"Louraine and I had quite the romance. At least until I did this to myself." He pointed at his head. "She didn't quite understand my fascination in it all."
"In what all?" Lydia asked ignoring Stiles' warnings.
"The supernatural. I was born with a gift. When I sleep I see the future, but only ever a brief moment of the future. As I got older I began to learn more about the supernatural world around me. I met lauraine and we became so close that we told each other about our... gifts. I was a psycologist here at the time and when I learned of trepination I became intruiged with it. The more I learned about it the more sense it made. After I did it on myself I could see everything, but my over seeers found out and locked me away."
"Why was my grandmother here?" Lydia stepped closer. Stiles reached for her arm but she snatched away.
"She died here." He said. "She commited suicide. The voices became too much and she ended it."
"No, my grandmother wouldn't do that. She'd never just take her own life." Lydia looked down as she tried to think.
"Your father knew me as well." Lydia looked up from the floor. "Now that is a story worth telling. Would you like to here it." Stiles picked up on what was happening and spoke before Lydia could.
"You're stalling." Stiles stated, turning his head mockingly. "Why are you stalling?"
"Don't you have a question for me?" He asked.
Stiles debated for a moment. "What do you know about the dread doctors?"
"Nothing." He stated simply.
"There's a book about them with your name in it. Why?"
"I don't know anything about a book."
"Yes you do!" Stiles yelled impatiently as his palms slammed against the glass and the lights began to flicker.
"What was that?" Lydia asked thinking it might have had something to do with Stiles' outburst.
"I don't know." He looked down at his hands.
"Have you read the book?" Valack asked seeming to be in a rush now. "Have you put it together? Come on Stiles, you're supposed to be the brains, or what was it that they called you? The Sherlock Holmes of Beacon Hills ?" He mocked. "Did you bother checking the history of the book before checking it out?" Valack asked.
Stiles pondered the words. The history of the book. Then his mind flashed to what Scott had said earlier.
The book was from their school.
"It's a trap." He looked around. "Lydia, it's a tr..." Before he could finish the lights exploded in the ceiling.
A few minutes earlier.
Kira paced the floor. She was worried. Stiles and Lydia, the only two people they knew who couldn't protect themselves were alone in the closed unit of an insane asylum.
"Hey." Scott whispered and took her hand into his, stopping her nervous pace. "Everything's gonna be okay. They're a great team."
"I know but they can't protect themselves like we can." She countered.
"They don't need to protect themselves. They'll protect each other." He said.
"Right." She breathed out. "You're right."
Scott nodded in agreement. It was silent for a moment until she spoke again.
"So I guess that's why you're the true alpha." She smiled. "You always know the right thing to do, the right thing to say."
"I usually have no Idea what I'm doing." He admitted with a smile. "I think it's more along the lines that I try my best to do what's right."
"You have to have something to do with your own successes or you'd just be a lucky wolf." She shrugged.
"That's definantly it, luck. Things just fall into place for me sometimes."
"Do you think luck'll be on our side this time?" She asked.
He shook his head, a grim look residing on his face. "Luck wont be enough this time."
"Well can we at least hope?"
"Yeah, yeah I think we need that the most." He sighed as the lights began to flicker. "Did you see that?" He walked toward the light.
"No, but I'm seeing this." Kira spoke.
Scott turned to find her surrounded by electricty. He took a step toward her and was thrown back by the electricty.
"Scott!" She called.
The electricity only grew. Surging further knocking out lights and burning the walls and floor. Soon it became too much for her and she passed out but it didn't stop, it kept happening and things were only about to get worst. Scott looked toward the door and spotted a tall person in an all brown leather suit and mask. He looked as creepy as creepy gets and Scott had no desire to fight this thing. He took a deep breath preparing himself for the pain he was about to experience.
He scooped Kira into his arms, gritted teeth and bulging muscles and veins showed how much it hurt. He had to turn to heal himself. That only gave him just enough time to make it outside before he burned to death. Luckily for him it all stopped as soon as he made it out.
Scott fell to a kneeling position as he sat her down and her hand slowly slid into his.
"Scott?" She spoke weakly. "What happened?"
"I think..." The alpha stopped to breath. "I think.. it was a trap." As the words left his mouth he found himself being pushed forward as someone barrelled into him. The person was moving fast and soon another followed, and another and another until there were hundreds of people brushing past the two as they rushed out of the gate. It was complete chaos in a matter of minutes. Crazy people mixing with dangerous supernatural creatures. Some were fighting, but most were running and Scott was too exausted to get up and do something about it all, no matter how much he wanted to help. What the hell had happened?
Stiles grabbed Lydia's arm and pulled her into a far corner shielding her with his body as the sparks fell and the chaos began. There was a sound, something like a blaring alarm followed by the sound of metal scratching metal as doors slid.
The cells had openned and now the halls were filled with the most dangerous creatures in Beacon Hills. They funneled through the door trying to get out as fast as possible and it was all clear now.
Stiles was aware that there were a few hours of the recent days in which he didn't remember anything. It was the Nogitsune. Void knew about the Dread Doctors. Void wrote the book and put Valack's name it. Void called Kira and Lydia back in college. He wanted them to bring Kira to Eichen house so that her electricity would conflict with the electrical currents that held the imprisoned creatures in there cells.
Chaos, Strife, Pain.
Hundreds of dangerouse creatures running loose in town. That's an endless supply of the three words.