Chapter 10: Death

You wouldn't say that it was a particularly clean hotel. I wouldn't stand anywhere near it's parking lot really. It was where Coach had decided to let us all stay for the night.

I groaned, standing next to Isaac. "This place is going to be so gross."

Isaac sniffed me. "You got a new perfume on?"

I nodded. "It was a present from Derek..." Not wanting to talk about it any longer, I changed the subject. "This place is totally five-star, huh?" Sarcasm seeped through my words.

He placed an arm around me. "It'll be fun, babe. Just you and me..."

"What about Boyd?" I asked.

"Boyd can find another person to room with..." Isaac said then turning to Boyd. "Right, Boyd?"

"Oh, no," I shook my head. "You are not abandoning Boyd for me. I can room with Lydia and Allison."

"Charlie, come on," Isaac pleaded.

"No," I shook my head. "Plus I'm on my period anyway."

Isaac gagged.

"Oh, be a man," I scoffed, slapping his chest and walking up to Allison and Lydia. I walked in step with them.

"What are you doing?" Lydia asked.

"Rooming with you guys? I don't mind sharing a bed," I replied with a shrug.

"Don't you wanna share with Isaac?" Allison wiggled her eyebrows.

"No, that ship has sailed..." I said. They looked confused so I elaborated. "On the red sea?"

"Oh," they both said, realizing what I was talking about.

"Yeah," I said. "So, anyway, this place is kinda creepy, right? I've got this whole death vibe about it."

"Me too," Lydia said.

Once we were settled into our room, Allison decided to take a shower and Lydia went to go get new towels because ours rank. I needed to get out of there because I felt like I was suffocating.

I was walking down the hall, tugging my jacket closer to me. A man was walking past and he bumped into me without saying a word. "Excuse you." I muttered to myself. I rounded a corner.

"What did you say?!" The same guy yelled, backing me against the wall.

I closed my eyes tight. My heart started pounding and memories kept flooding back.

"Say it again you little bitch!"

I opened them again and saw not the man from before but my father screaming at me.

"Stop! Just stop!" I yelled, trying to break free of his grip. He kept saying my name and trying to hold me down but I kept fighting. "Let go! Let go of me!"

"Charlie!" I heard Stiles's voice. "Charlie! Open your eyes!"

I did as he said. My chest fell and rose as I looked my brother in the eyes. "What?" I asked, extremely confused. "What happened?"

"You kept screaming 'let go of me'," Stiles said.

"Where is he?" I asked, angrily. I stomped around the corner, looking for the mystery man. "Where did he go?"

"Charlie, Charlie," Stiles said, grabbing my arms. "Where is who? Who are you talking about?"

"The man!" I yelled. "Where is the man that was attacking me?"

"Charlie," Stiles looked at me with all seriousness. "There was no one here. There was no one holding you down."

"What? I... I saw him," I said.

Stiles looked at me and was about to say something but his phone buzzed. He looked up and said, "Come with me."

Stiles took me back to my own room where Lydia and Allison were worried about the amount of suicides in the hotel. Lydia had said there had been 198 but they checked the sign again and it changed to 202. Four more people were possibly going to die tonight.

"The last time I saw Scott like that was during the full moon," Allison said, recapping the creepiness of Scott.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed. "He was a little off with me too. Actually it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."

"See!" Lydia exclaimed. "It is the motel. Either we need to get out of here right now or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism A.S.A.P before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." She pulled out a bible from the side-table.

"Hold on a second," Stiles said. "The number went up by four? If it was three, it could be like three sacrifices. Three werewolves?"

"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd," Allison said.

"Wait a second," I said. "I was hallucinating outside, right?"

Stiles nodded.

I looked at him. " Am I number four, the one that doesn't fit the pattern? Am I gonna die, Stiles?" I started freaking out and hyperventilating. "Oh my god. Isaac's gonna die too. Oh my god, Stiles!"

Stiles put my face in his hands, making me stare him in the face. "Stop, Charlie, stop it. I am not going to let you die, okay? You're going to be fine."

Suddenly we heard a saw going off in the next room. Us three all rush out and tried to open the door. It was locked. We managed to kick the door open to see Ethan trying to saw himself in half.

"Ethan, don't!" Stiles yelled, running towards Ethan and trying to wrestle the saw out of his hands.

Lydia, being the smart one, went and unplugged the saw just before Stiles plunged his face into it. Then Ethan proceeded to try and rip himself open. The only thing that could save him was Stiles pushing him into a heated lamp.

"What just happened?" Ethan asked before running out of the room.

"Ethan!" Stiles yelled as we all ran after him. We followed the teen wolf down the stairs.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Ethan asked us, buttoning his shirt back up. "I don't know what I was doing there or what was happening."

"You could be a little bit more helpful," Stiles said. "We did just save your life."

"Well maybe you shouldn't have," Ethan said, walking away.

"Okay," Allison said. "I'll go find Scott and you guys go and get Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them all out of here."

"Charlie?" Stiles said to me. "You gonna be okay?"

I turned to him. "I can try." We three then went to go find Boyd and Isaac's room. Lydia was currently mad at Stiles for insinuating that she was what was wrong with everyone and causing them to want to hurt themselves. Suddenly she stopped in the middle of the parking lot and leaned over a drain.

"What do you hear?" I asked.

"A baby crying..." she said. "And running water..."

As soon a she said water, I felt something in the pit of my stomach. I was seeing through someone else's eyes. I was filling up the bath tub until the water reached the rim of it. Then I held a safe in my hand. Slowly I sunk down into the tub.

I gasped.

"Charlie? What happened? Your eyes.. they were glowing white..." Stiles said.

"I don't know..." I said, my head hurt and I felt like I was going to pass out. "I don't know what that was but... Boyd... Boyd! He's in trouble! He's gonna drown himself!"

We all ran up to Boyd and Isaac's room and sure enough Boyd was in the bath tub. He looked so weird. His eyes were open and he looked dead already. We all tried to pull the safe from his body but it wasn't working. Stiles fell backwards and burnt his hand.

"Heat!" I exclaimed. "Ethan came out of it when he touched the lamp.

"He's underwater!" Stiles yelled.

"Well, how else are we going to save him?" I yelled back.

"The bus," Lydia said. "They've got road flares. They'll burn under water."

"You serious?" Stiles said.

"Yes! Now go!" Lydia yelled. Stiles ran out of the room while Lydia and I tried one last time to move the safe. It wasn't budging.

"Charlie..." I heard a familiar voice taunt.

"No," I shook my head. "Go away."

"Charlie, who are you talking to?" Lydia asked sounding worried.

I ignored her, standing up and walking into the bedroom again. "Get out of here. I told you I didn't want you to bother me anymore."

Mark just laughed.

"You're not real anyway," I told me. "Get out of my head!" I screamed.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," He whispered into my ear after he'd magically appeared behind me. I screamed, jumping back.

"Get out of my head!" I squeeze my temples, tears falling from my eyes. "Go away! Go away!" I kept screaming.

"Charlie!" Lydia yelled, holding my hands. "You're hallucinating!"

I sniffled, feeling slightly claustrophobic. I knew immediately what was happening. "He's under the bed."

"What?" Lydia asked, confused.

"Just go and get him so we can get out of here," I said.

Lydia did as I said. I didn't mean to sound so cryptic but I was emotionally drained from this night. Lydia looked under the bed but jumped back. She must've saw Isaac.

Suddenly, Stiles came back to the room with the road flare. He lit it and then rushed to the bathroom. Boyd burst out of the water with claws and fangs out. Boyd was safe. Then Stiles lifted up the bed skirt and said, "Hey, Isaac. I got something for you." He pushed the road flare under the bed and burnt Isaac with it.

"Isaac," I said, breathlessly, as he came out from under the bed. I ran up and hugged him tightly.

"Come on," Allison said, appearing in the door way. "We've got to find Scott."

Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, and I all went back to the parking lot to go to the bus. Scott was being affected by whatever this was and we needed the other road flare to bring him out of it.

"Charlie, can you sense where he is?" Stiles asked me.

I didn't have to look very far. I pointed towards Scott who was standing in front of the bus. He had the only road flare left in his hand and he had doused himself in gasoline.

I grabbed Isaac's hand.

"Scott?" Allison said. "Scott?" We five all surrounded our friend who was very, very close to death.

"There's no hope," he said.

"What do you mean, Scott?" Allison asked, trying to help him break whatever this spell was. "There's always hope."

"Not for me," Scott replied. "Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault," Allison said, her voice was cracking as she was trying not to cry.

"Every time I try to fight back it just gets worse," Scott said. "People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

"Scott, listen to me," Stiles said. "This isn't you. This is someone inside your head telling you to do this."

"What if it isn't?" Scott asked. "What if this is just me? What if doing this is the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all."

Scott held out the flare like he was just about to drop it into the gasoline.

"Scott, just listen to me," Stiles said, inching forward. "You're not normal, okay? You're someone. Scott, you're my best friend. Okay, and I need you. Scott, you're my brother. Alright? So if we're gonna do this? You're just gonna have to take me with you." Stiles inched forward and stepped into the gas puddle. He grabbed the flare but didn't take it from Scott.

"Stiles," I gasped, squeezing Isaac's hand.

Then Stiles carefully took the flare from Scott's hand and threw it away from the puddle. It looked a little too close for comfort to me.

Scott started crying. Then I was crying.

Then everything that happened next was a blur. Lydia and I both saw the flare roll into the gasoline. She screamed and then pushed Stiles and Scott out of the way. I jumped away from the explosion with Isaac and Allison not too far behind.

That's when I looked back and I saw it. Emerging from the flames was a creature I'd never seen before. It's face was deformed and looked burned but not from the explosion. It had razor sharp teeth and it's eyes peered into me. Then it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

I woke with a start. I realized that I was on the bus and I looked up and saw Isaac. I guess I fallen asleep on top of him. Towards the front of us were Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. Boyd was in the seat next to us.

"I don't wanna know," Coach's voice rang through the bus. "I really don't wanna know but in case you missed the announcement, the meets canceled so we're going home."

I overheard Ethan talking to Scott and Stiles. He said that they were pretty sure Derek wasn't dead but he was going to be because he had killed one of them.

Lydia looked up at Coach walking by. "Hey, Coach, can I barrow this?" Lydia asked, taking his whistle. He was too busy to argue. Lydia examined it and blew into it, covering the hole with her hand. She held up what she had found. "Wolfsbane," she said.

"So every time Coach blew his whistle?" Stiles prompted.

"Isaac, Boyd, and I were breathing it in," Scott said.

"And Ethan," Lydia added. She stood up, pulling down the window and throwing the whistle out of the bus. The bus was already moving so Coach couldn't get it back.

"Hold on," I said. "How could it have affected me? I wasn't on the bus whenever Coach blew his whistle."

"Maybe you should get rid of that perfume Derek gave you." Lydia replied.

"Maybe..." I said, realizing that someone had gotten wolfsbane into my perfume bottle somehow.

"Hey," Isaac held my hand. "You okay?"

I nodded and sighed. "Yeah. I'm... I'm fine."

But I wasn't fine. I had a huge black hole in pit of my stomach. I couldn't stop thinking about all of the events that had happened and how much they scared me. When I looked up into Isaac's eyes, all I could see was that look of hatred and fury when he was beating up Ethan. It reminded me of when I was abused myself, of all the pain and sadness that haunted my for years. It reminded me of my father.

Happy chapter 10 everyone! I hope you don't hate me too much for not updating! Keep in mind I do go to school and I have a memory as good as Dory...