Hey! Chapter sixteen and last chapter of episode six :) Seriously can't wait for tomorrow's episode. Someone is going to die and I have no idea who it is DX! I'm scared…really scared, but we have to wait tomorrow at 10. Enjoy this next chapter!

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Lucy walked in a hurry beside Allison.

The two were trying to find Scott and the first place they decided to look was the room he shared with Stiles. The girls prayed that they weren't too late to save him from death's hands. Whatever he had in mind, whatever suicide thoughts he held: they needed to make sure those thoughts don't over take him.

Lucy didn't want to lose her own brother to this madness.

She didn't.

But another thought had crept into her head and it was what happened with Isaac. She and Isaac, the two had shared a very, very passionate moment. Something that Lucy greatly though about for months. She wanted to be ready, for both of them to be ready, and she wanted to have that special memory in her head forever. Lucy thought back, thought back to when she gave herself, her heart and soul to Isaac because she trusted him with her life. She knew Isaac wouldn't hurt her in anyway, but yet…

She felt…hurt.

When she heard Ethan say he didn't remember what he was doing or why he was in that room. He didn't remember any or that. Allison also told them that Scott seemed to have fazed out a bit. That her brother had simply walked into the room, but had no remembrance of the reason why.

So, did Isaac remember?

Was it him that she shared herself with?

The real him?

So many thoughts swam through her mind.

Lucy needed to talk to someone and that someone was beside her. She would also want to hear Lydia's opinion of it, but that would be later on. The brunette girl grabbed Allison's wrist, stopping her and Allison spun around in confusion.

"Lucy, what's wrong?"

What's wrong? A lot of stuff, Lucy sighed mentally. The girl lets go of her grasp as she shook her head. Lucy felt selfish as she wanted to waste time talking about her problems when her brother's life was on the line.

"Lucy?" Allison tried again, her posture straightening in concern. Lucy noticed the heavy stare she received from her and she shook her head.

"Nothing," she answered quietly. "I'll…I'll tell you later. Let's just go find Scott."

Allison frowned, but gave in as Lucy continued to walk down the path. The huntress remained still, her eyes lingering Lucy's back. Allison knew something was off about her, something was bothering her inside and it didn't settled right with her. Allison decided that Lucy would tell her soon, she didn't want to force it out of her.

She soon walked down again.

Boyd slammed the door shut.

He ripped the plaid shirt he wore off of him. He didn't want to wear it anymore. It felt heavy on him and Boyd needed to breathe. His chest was heaving loudly, the sweat glistening his dark skin, but the sweat was out of guilt. He groaned in frustration into his hands, the teen wolf paced rapidly inside the tiny room.

His eyes scanned the area.

Were the walls coming closer?

Boyd needed to breathe.

He stopped in the middle of the room, inhaling a deep breath before releasing it. He soon sat on the edge of the bed. With only his wife beater and pants, Boyd sat in silence. He needed to think by himself. He needed some peace and quiet. He couldn't sleep since he didn't feel tired, but he wasn't exactly calm.

The radio turned on abruptly.

Boyd's head snapped and slightly jumped in surprised from the sudden static noise. His finger clicked the button to turn it off as he needed silence. Any noise would annoy him further, so he needed to turn it off.

It turned on again with the static noise stronger and louder.

"Do you remember what time it was when you last saw her?"

That voice.

That voice that Boyd clearly remembers.

It sent goose bumps around his body.

"I don't know," Boyd's breathed hitched as he recognized that voice.

It was his.

It was him.

"I can't remember."

Boyd noticed he sounded scared. Terrified even.

"Sometimes it helps to put yourself right back in the moment," the older man's voice suggested to Boyd. "Imagine you're seeing Alicia skating on the ice rink. Plenty of other people around, and then what?"

"And then she was just…she was just gone."

Boyd immediately shuts off the radio, having enough. His eyes were clearly upset as his body was hunched over in misery.

Gone.

Alicia was gone.

The static resumes.

"I told you, I was watching her," he confessed to the older man. "I didn't want to skate anymore. I was tired, and I swear, I was watching her."

"It's all right, Vernon," the male soothed the small, scared child. "We're just trying to piece together what happened."

Boyd roughly snatched the radio, unplugging it in the process. He didn't want to hear it anymore, the past slowly catching up to him. The radio was held in his hands, his brown eyes gazed down at it as if he was waited for it to say something again. Obviously with it not connected to anything, no words would come out, but Boyd wasn't sure.

Static resumes again.

No…no, no, no, Boyd thought quickly.

"Is she dead?" Desperation was in his child-like voice. "Is it my fault? Is she dead?"

"Is she dead?" Boyd repeated to himself, the guilt quietly consuming him. "Is it my fault? Is she dead?"

She was dead and it was his fault. He was the reason Alicia wasn't alive and here on this earth. It was him because he didn't watch her closely enough.

It was his fault.

Boyd threw the radio out of anger in himself. The radio spoke the truth that Boyd didn't want to believe, but Boyd knew it wasn't lies. It was his fault, his stupid damn fault for her death. The radio laid on the other side of the room, away from him, but it wasn't enough. It would turn back on again and remind him of what he had done.

Boyd marched over to where the radio laid and smashed it into millions of pieces.

Is she dead?

Is it my fault?

Yes, she was dead.

Yes, it was his fault.

And it will always be his fault.

"It's the next one down," Lucy counted the rooms. Allison went slightly ahead and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. The door was opened, and Allison approached closer in caution. Lucy noticed this, her mouth forming a frowned. "That's odd…"

"Scott?" Allison called out as she gripped the doorknob. She slowly pushed it open, Lucy's peered over Allison's shoulder. Her brown eyes spotted her brother's bag that settled on his bed. The two entered in the room and Lucy's feet stomped into the bathroom. Her head popped out as Lucy raised her hands in the air.

"He's not in here," she complained, but she was afraid. Scott wasn't here in his room. "Where do you think he might be?"

"I'm not sure," Allison placed her hands on her hips. "Where else do you think he might be?"

"I don't know," Lucy sighed loudly. She marched forward, her skirt swayed side-to-side as she stepped outside the room. "He could be anywhere…"

"Let's just check the nearby hallways," Allison suggested. "He might be hiding himself there."

Lucy nodded and Allison left the room. As the searched the hallways that were around his room, their eyes came out empty. They began to panic as the wondered where Scott might be. Lucy realized they should just go check downstairs. He might have been roaming around the parking lot and Allison agreed with that idea.

"Hey, Allison," Lucy broke the silence as they walked. The pale girl lifted her head up, giving a hum in response. Lucy held her arms as she wasn't sure where to begin. Should she just come out and say it or beat around the bush? She sighed, this was a hard decision, but she needed to take this pressure off her chest.

It was suffocating her.

Allison opened her mouth to say something, but Lucy beat her. "I had sex with Isaac."

"W-What?" The girl was surprised by it. Allison shook her head as she observed Lucy head towards the wall and leaned against it. She stood in front of her, Allison watched as Lucy bite her lip nervously and her fingers twitching. Allison brushed a strand of hair behind, her hand rested on Lucy's shoulder. "Are you…are you all right?"

"Yes," she answered too quickly and Lucy closed her eyes for a moment. "No…I don't know, Allison. I don't know if I'm okay."

Allison frowned. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Lucy didn't say anything and Allison decided to dig deeper.

"Did he," she scanned the hallway to make sure no one was outside. "Did he, um, pressure you? Took advantage with you?"

"Oh god, no," Lucy shook her head, shocked by Allison's questions. "No. He didn't do anything of that with me. We both wanted it. I wanted to do it, but I'm just…I'm just not sure if what I did with Isaac was really him."

Was not with him? Allison took that statement and analyzed it for a second. She wondered what her friend meant by that, but it soon clicked inside her head. With a knowing face, Allison's eyes went sympathetic in a flash.

"You mean you two did it when he was not 'him'. Just like Scott and Ethan…" she whispered and Lucy slowly nodded. She took in a deep breath to stop the tears from forming inside her eyes. Lucy didn't want to cry right now. "Lucy, I'm sure it's not that bad."

"What if it wasn't Isaac's choice?" Lucy blurted out randomly. She gazed into Allison's brown eyes with a serious expression. "What if he doesn't remember, Allison? What if he doesn't remember that special moment we had? I can't bear the idea of it!"

Allison held her back with a strong, but gentle grip. "Listen. Just talk to Isaac. Talk this out, but don't blame yourself about it."

"Okay," Lucy softly agreed, but she crossed her arms over her chest. "Let's just go find Lydia and Stiles."

How dare he.

How dare Stiles say that to her.

Lydia couldn't believe it at all.

"Lydia, I'm sorry, okay?" Stiles apologized as he followed her. The redhead stomped away from him with a deep frown. She didn't want to look at him right now, or even be with Stiles. How dare he put the fault on her like that. "Look, I didn't mean that you're trying to kill people, okay? I just…I just meant that maybe…maybe you're somehow involved in getting people to kill themselves you know?"

Lydia glared at him over her shoulders before huffing off.

"Which now that I say that out loud, it just sounds really terrible," he tried to fix his mistake that he made. "So I'm just going to stop talking."

A baby crying reached her ears.

"Stiles," Lydia called his name and the boy looked at her. "Do you hear that?"

"What?"

"Stop," a woman's voice echoed in front of her. Lydia noticed it was coming from the drain and the woman sounded irritated. "Please, just stop!"

She slowly knelt down on both knees, her fingers lightly touched the thin rails. Her head leaned downwards as she took in the sounds of the mother begging her child to stop. The baby continued to cry and cry. It was the only thing it could do and the mother became frustrated by it.

"What do you want?" She screamed at the baby. "I don't know what you want!"

Stiles wasn't sure what the redhead was doing. "Lydia, what do you hear?"

"A baby crying," she answered softly at him. She leaned closer and heard water running from underneath. The mother told the baby to be quiet, but it only made the crying worse. "I hear…I hear water running."

The water stopped.

"It's time to sleep," she faked cooed at the baby.

Lydia's eyes widen. "Oh my god…"

"We're both going to sleep now."

"She's drowning the baby!" Lydia yelled as her face became flushed. Stiles wasn't sure how to react. How was he supposed to comfort something that he couldn't see or hear? Lydia was obviously hurt by this, pained to the core by it. Instead, he remained silent and Lydia gasped as she abruptly rose from the floor. "Someone's drowning!"

Lydia ran towards the motel, her mind and feet letting her take to the person that was drowning. She wasn't sure how she knew where the suicide was happening. She just knew and Lydia wasn't going to question it. Lydia just wanted to prevent a death from happening just like they prevented from Ethan on killing himself. Stiles wasn't too far behind, their chests rising up and down in a rapid motion from all the running they were doing.

They were led to Boyd and Isaac's room.

Stiles bursted through the door as his sneakers squeaked due to the water around the wooden floor. His eyes saw a large safe on top of someone and he immediately ran towards the bathroom to see it was Boyd drowning. His eyes were motionless, just dead eyes staring at the water's surface and the two needed to get him out.

Stiles' hand checked the drain, but something wasn't right.

"He blocked it," Stiles exclaimed out loud. "He blocked the drain with something. I can't get to it."

"What do we do?"

"Here, help me," Stiles gestured to the enormous safe that laid on top of Boyd's body. Lydia nodded as she plopped down beside him and the two teens used all of their strength to lift it up. It was heavy, and even with the two: the weight was too much.

"Is he dead?" Lydia grunted as her fingers gripped the metal box. "How long can a werewolf stay underwater?"

"You think I know that?" Stiles snapped at her as he concentrated on getting the safe off of him. As the two tried to get some movement going on, their progress seemed to go nowhere. Lydia's arms felt on fire, the sweat trickled down her face and neck. Stiles gives up as he stands up to think of another plan. As he backed away, his left arm hit the burning heater and Stiles yelped in pain.

That's when the idea came in.

"Wait a sec," he muttered before looking at Lydia. "The heater. Heater: Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater."

She was confused. "What?"

"It's heat! Heat, fire," his arm flared wildly into the air. "Heat does it, all right. We need something, we need fire."

"He's underwater," Lydia screamed at him and his stupid plan.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that!"

"Wait, wait," Lydia snapped her fingers as she remembered something important. "The bus. On the bus, they'll have emergency road flares. They have their own oxidizers. They can burn underwater."

Stiles lets the new information seep into his mind. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, go!" She ordered him quickly and Stiles sped off into the night. As Lydia tried once more to lift the safe up, she grunted in desperation. Lydia didn't want to see him die right in front of her eyes, but the clock was ticking and ticking fast. She sighed loudly and Lydia stood up from her spot. The girl backed out from the bathroom with her fingers curling together.

She just hoped that Stiles returned soon.

Lydia heard sniffling and crying from behind.

The girl titled her head to the side as she knelt down. Her hand pulled the sheet up as she peered under the bed. She jumped to see Isaac curled into a fetal position with his face covered with sweat. Isaac gasped loudly as he backed away further into the darkness, scared that he had been found.

Lydia backed as well and a hand clasped her shoulder.

"I got 'em," Stiles showed her the two flares in his hands. "What do I do? How do I do this?"

"The cap," she exclaimed to him as she remembered how to work with these types of equipment. "It's like a match. The cap's a match."

Stiles quickly took the cap off and rubbed it against the flare. Nothing was happening at first, just light sizzles and Lydia began to panic. As she tried to get Stiles to hurry up, the fire soon was lit and Stiles held it far away from him. Lydia pushed him towards the bathroom as the window was closing quickly for Boyd's life.

Stiles dipped the fire underneath the water and it didn't burn out. Instead, the light had reached Boyd's eyes and the werewolf emerged from the tub with a powerful roar. Stiles stumbled back as the flare escaped from his hand. The safe slid to the other side of the bathroom and the two human teens stared at the dripping Boyd.

"Stiles," Lydia hugged his arm. "Isaac is under the bed. Where's the other flare?"

"I got it," he snatched the other one from the bed and lit it up. Carefully holding it and pulling the sheet up, he knelt down. His eyes caught the sight of the traumatized werewolf, the boy visibly shaking as if he were cold. "Hey, Isaac. Got something here for you."

The heat snapped Isaac from the Hell running around his mind.

"There they are," Lucy exclaimed as she spotted Lydia and Stiles. The four had now teamed up, Lydia and Stiles informed them that they found Boyd and Isaac. "Scott's still missing."

"We can't find him anywhere," Allison told them as the four rushed downstairs.

"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles noted the pattern and he needed to act quick.

"It has to be," Lydia agreed with him. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"

"Yeah, I'll get it," Stiles nodded and hopped down the remaining steps. Lucy stared at Lydia in confusion.

"What is he going to use the flares for?" She asked Lydia.

"The heat, it will snap them out of there trance," she explained as their feet continued down the stairs. "Remember how Ethan snapped out when his hand touched the stove."

"Yeah."

"Well that's how we're going to help your brother," she concluded the plan. "By using heat."

Lucy's body was bumped into Stiles and she stumbled back a few inches. The girl rubbed her forehead, but the sound of a flare sizzling caught her attention. She thought it was Stiles who held it, but nothing was in his hands. Instead, her eyes followed to where Stiles was staring and Lucy's heart sank as she gasped in horror.

"Scott," she whispered quietly under her breath. Lucy moved closer towards the boy, but stopped as she noticed a pool of liquid surround him. The smell of gasoline hit her nostrils and Lucy took a step back. Her eyes travelled down his body as gasoline dripped from everywhere: hair, nose, fingers, just everywhere. "Oh god…Scott…"

And in his hands was the lit flare.

"There's no hope," Scott croaked at them and Allison's mouth quivered softly at him.

"What do you mean, Scott?" She forced a smile on her face as she shook her head. "There's always hope."

Scott's eyes gazed at nothing.

"Not for me," he answered back truthfully. Lucy clenched her jaw tight as her eyes stared at her brother. "Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault," Allison tried to convince him and Lucy stepped forward as she stood next to Allison. "You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"It really wasn't, Scott," she added as her heart ache inside. "His death wasn't your fault. You had no control over it. You didn't do anything wrong."

Scott shivered as the wind blew passed him. "Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

"No, Scott," Lucy breathlessly told him. Stiles moved forward, his face harden with concern and worry for his best friend's safety.

"Scott, listen to me, okay?" Stiles gently raised his hands at him. "This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay now-"

"What if it isn't?" Scott interrupted him, shivering some more. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?"

"Please don't say that, Scott," Lucy's tears were now running down her face. She was crying and so was her brother. The twins were crying together and Lucy could feel his pain. "Please don't say that, Scott, please."

"It all started that night, the night I got bitten," he ignored her and continued on. "You remember the way it was before that? You," he was directly speaking to Stiles, "and me: we were…we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse," he cried some more, his shoulders shaking. "We weren't important."

Stiles was shocked, shocked to hear those words come from his best friend's mouth. Scott's eyes looked at Lucy, his eyes filled with tears.

"Lucy…I'm sorry," he clenched his teeth as he lets out a hiccup. "I'm sorry for putting you through this. You didn't deserve any of it. You were trying to make something for yourself, trying to succeed in life and me: I just destroyed it all for you. I always put your life in danger. The time at the jail when I was shot: you got hurt and it was because of me," he cried harder and Lucy shook her head. "I was pulling you down with me. Pulling you down in the shitty life I have and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Lucy."

"I wished the bite would have killed me instead," he confessed to the small group. "Better yet…maybe I should just be no one again." His hurt eyes gazed at Stiles, his best friend, and Lucy, his sister. "No one at all."

His arm extended outwards as he got ready to drop the flare in the pool of gasoline.

"Scott, just listen to me, okay?" He tried once more. Tried to get through his head. Lucy held her hand with Stiles. The boy tightens his grip as the two were about to lose someone they knew for years. Since they were little kids. "You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're," Lucy glanced at the tears that dripped off him. "Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. We," he indicated to the two of them, "need you. We always need you."

The two took a step forward.

"Scott," Stiles's voice was quiet and low. "You're my brother."

"I'll always need you, Scott," Lucy offered him a faint smile. The tears on her face felt wet as more poured down. "We grew up together. We're twins, Scott," the werewolf took in each word, his sobs growing louder. "We're each other's half and if you're going down…I'm going down with you. I can't let you do this alone."

Stiles nodded and the two stepped into the pool of gasoline.

"Like she said," he agreed with Lucy's statement. "So if you're gonna do this, then…" his hand grabbed the flare while Lucy's cupped hers around Scott's. Allison and Lydia watched, their faces clearly upset and written with helplessness. "I think you're just gonna have to take us with you."

The trio mirrored each other.

There were tears.

There were pained faces.

There were hearts broken.

And soon…they will die together…

Stiles snatched the flare away from his hand and Lucy thought he was about to throw it on the floor, but instead he threw it far away from them. Away from the circle of death and away from Scott who broke down completely. Scott's face had buried himself into his sister's arms and Lucy completed the embrace.

She was about to lose her brother.

She was about to lose him.

Lucy heard the loud sobs coming from his mouth. It was rare to hear Scott crying, and to see him at such a vulnerable state made her sisterly instincts kick in. Her hands rubbed his back as Lucy began to cradle him like a child. That was what Scott reminded her of.

A child.

"It's okay," she soothed into his ear. "It's okay…"

As Allison watched the tender moment the siblings shared, Lydia's eyes averted to where the flare was. A gust of wind blew it towards the gasoline and Lydia acted quick as she saw the flare interact with the liquid.

"NO!"

Lucy didn't have time to react as Stiles tackled them both to the ground. Flames bursted a few feet away from them, but the heat had slapped them all. Lucy protected her head into Scott's chest as everyone took cover. Lydia was the first to stare at the fire that had been created, the wind blowing wildly and her eyes caught something.

Or someone.

She saw a figure, an evil figure emerge inside the flames. The creature shrieked loudly and Lydia wondered if she was the only one who heard or had seen it. The creature seemed to have stared back at her.

Just her.

Lucy moved her head slightly.

There was a small pain on her leg and it might have been due to the fall she took from last night. Lucy noticed she wasn't alone as an arm was draped around her shoulders and she felt someone's body beside hers. It was familiar and strong and Lucy lifted her head up to see Isaac.

He was still asleep.

She didn't realize he sat next to her last night.

The bus' door slammed opened and loud footsteps stomped inside.

"I don't want to know," his voice interrupted the silence and grew louder with anger. "I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement: the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!"

Lucy rubbed her eyes as Isaac woke up.

He let's out a yawn and stretches his arms and legs. As he blinked, his blue eyes drowsily stared down at her as a small smile formed on his face. She returned the favor as her head nested on his chest and Isaac hugged her.

"I didn't feel you sit down," she mumbled against his shirt. Her eyes looked up. "Are you okay? Did you…did you tried to hurt yourself?"

Isaac shook his head.

"No, but I thought my dad tried to put me inside the freezer again," he confessed with a hurt voice and Lucy slid her arms around him. "I heard him, Lucy. I thought I was going to die inside the freezer this time. I thought I wasn't going to see you anymore. I was alone…"

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I left you since Allison called me. It was urgent, but if it wasn't, I wouldn't have left your side. Not after what we did."

Isaac's face scrunched up in confusion. "What do you mean after what we did?"

Lucy's body tensed quickly and her head pulled away from his chest in a flash. Her eyes gazed at him hard and Isaac wondered what he said. His hand laid on her shoulder and squeezed it for comfort as she stared at him in silence.

"Lucy?"

"You don't remember?" Her voice was just above a whisper.

"Remember what?" He seriously didn't know what she was talking about or why she was upset. "Lucy, you're scaring me. What did we do last night? Are you all right?"

Lucy shook her head.

"You honestly don't remember," she teared up and placed her hand over her mouth. She inhaled a deep breath and didn't care if her brother overheard them. "Isaac…we had sex. You honestly don't remember that, do you?"

Isaac's eyebrows furrowed together.

He thought long and hard.

He did slightly remember about him being naked, but that was it.

"I can't believe it…I can't believe this," she hiccuped as her arms wrapped around herself. Isaac wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he shouldn't say anything. Instead, he pushed the broken girl closer to him and rocked her slowly. Lucy cried for what seemed like the third time this month and was surprised to see there were tears left inside her eyes.

Lucy was angry.

Lucy was also confused.

She couldn't blame Isaac entirely. It clearly wasn't his fault at all, but she was somewhat angry at him because he did start it. Lucy gave herself to him and it turned out it really wasn't him.

Isaac was just in a trance.

It wasn't with him.

Here's chapter sixteen! Yup, so yeah. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Lucy is in a rough spot and Isaac is just not sure what to do. What will happen now? Well…we just have to wait and see :D Here's the question of today:

Would you want to stay in a room filled with millions of spiders for an hour or would you want to fight with Kali?

Decisions, decisions! Thanks for all the reviews, alerts and favorites! Really appreciate them all. Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD