School was coming to an end, winding down in the last few weeks that remained of the summer term. All the kids had gone wild with summer fever, the senior classes becoming especially raucous. All of senior year were ecstatic at the thought of graduation, of moving on to new places. Everyone except for one or two that was. Stiles was in the minority, dreading the time where he and his friends might drift apart, loosing contact with one another. He sat in the library with Lydia, holding hands as they leafed through their various forms that had to be completed before graduation day. Groaning, Stiles buried his face in Lydia's hair. "Remind me again why we have to do this?"
Shrugging him off she laughed lightly, "Because, if we don't then we'll still be registered as taking all of our classes, and they'll think we never returned all of our text books. You might end up having to pay for them." She added the last part in a sing song sort of voice.
The thought of having to spend money on something as trivial as incomplete forms jolted Stiles into action, and he filled them all out with great speed. "Done!" he slammed his pen on the table before slumping back on his chair. Lydia completed her last form with an elegant flourish of ink, gently placing her pen next to his.
"Done." She added, much quieter than Stiles. His outburst had earned him several foul looks from those who were trying to use the library for quiet study. Turning to smile at her, he jumped when he saw the time on the clock behind her.
"Aww crap!" He rocketed up, shoving all of his stuff into his back pack.
Glancing at the clock, and then staring at him, she stood up as well. "Stiles? What's wrong?"
Pausing amidst his frantic actions, he turned to her, "I'm still meant to go to these stupid guidance counsellor meetings! The school made me, especially after that everything that happened with- with- after everything that happened." It was still too hard to say Dad in a normal sentence. Shaking his head he threw his backpack over his shoulders, kissing her quickly before adding, "I'll see you at home, I'll just get the bus back. Love you!" He shouted the statement over his shoulder as he ran out of the library, earning him another round of annoyed glares.
Laughing slightly, she packed up her own belongings before heading out of the library. It was almost the end of the day, and she had a free period anyway, so without Stiles to keep her company, the best option seemed like going home early. Lydia was walking out of the main doors to the school when she heard it. The voice that had been haunting her ever since she tapped into her powers. Since she gained control. Sneering and cruel, it whispered the most horrible things to her. "Can you guess?" it said, "Can you guess who's going to die next?" Someone knocked into her shoulder, and she realised that she had frozen in the middle of the busy walkway. Apologising profusely she hurried off, shaking her head to try and rid herself of the voice. It was a horrific contorted sound, composed of all the voices of those that she had lost. She could hear touches of Alison's gentle tone, of Aiden's smooth voice. Her grandmother's usually gentle voice twisted to sound cruel and menacing, the voice of John Stilinski, only harsh and distorted. They all conspired together to make a frightening sound, a deafening symphony of whispers inside of her head. "Do you want to see?"
Speaking under her breath in a panic, she grabbed some hand railing for support. "No. Leave me alone."
A fellow student stared at her as he walked past, giving her a concerned look. Not noticing, she continued to stare at the ground, her whole body shaking. The voices just wouldn't leave her alone; it was as though figuring out her powers had opened a door for them, and now she couldn't close it. "You can feel it, can't you?" The voices drew out the words, dripping with malice.
Tears forming in her eyes she shook her head, denying the truth. "No. No, now stop it!" Her voice was growing louder by the second, and now a ring of students had formed around her, watching her strange behaviour.
"We're going to show you." The voices gave her no choice, forcing the images into her mind. Falling to her knees she began sobbing, pressing her hands to her ears in an attempt to block it out. She could hear everything. Each little movement and event that would lead up to the death of another one of her friends. Listening unwillingly, she heard the sound of a key-card being used to enter the library. Her heart dropped when she heard Liam's voice, followed by growling and jumping. Someone yelled, it sounded like Scott. What happened next was sickening. She saw something akin to a slideshow, each new image depicting how another person was going to die. She saw all of them, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Malia, Kira, Mason and Hayden. They all looked far too young, far too similar to how they looked today. Heartbroken, she let out a sobbing scream, causing the ring of people around her to take a few cautious steps backwards.
Mid-sob, she felt someone grab her shoulder. Eyes flying open she turned to stare at whoever had dared touch her. Her gaze locked with that of Theo. "You!" She was yelling, not caring that half the school was now staring at her.
Trying to hold her still, Theo spoke under his breath, "Lydia, calm down, it's me."
"LET GO OF ME!" She struggled against him, but his grip was strong.
"Come on, calm down." He stared at her, shaking her slightly.
Looking into his cold eyes a horrid realisation hit her. "It's you-" when she spoke it was barely a whisper, "you're going to kill them all."
Theo's face changed to an expression of anger, furious that she had figured out his plans. "Come on Lydia, you're acting crazy!" He yanked her arm, pulling her upright as he spoke. Adopting his usual friendly voice, he addressed the crowd. "Nothing to worry about, she's just having a panic attack. I'm going to take her home."
Struggling against his vice-like grip she screamed and yelled, "Murderer! You're going to kill them all. You're going to kill me! Let me go!" She hit him, shoved him, pulled at her arm in a desperate attempt to escape, but his hold was to strong. Pushing her along, he guided her out into the car park, towards his dark car. Before he shoved her into the passenger side, he pinned her against the door, face close to hers, threat dripping from his voice as he spoke:
"Listen up Lydia. Unless you start co-operating, I'm going to kill Stiles first. And it's going to be way worse than whatever you just saw. Is that what you want?" Glaring at him she shut her mouth, resisting the urge to punch him in his pretty-boy face. Seeing that she had given up, he smirked, laughing slightly as he put her in the car. "Gotta say Lydia, I expected more of a fight, especially from you. Does Stiles really mean that much to you? You know he's not worth it right?" They were moving now, driving out of the school and onto one of the main roads.
Not even looking at him, she replied, voice low and dangerous, "Don't you dare talk about him."
He laughed again, clearly oblivious to the threat in her tone, "You know what he's done right? The people he's hurt?"
Turning to glare at him she responded, "That's rich coming from Theo Raeken. I know what you did. I know you were working with the Dread Doctors. I know that you sent Donovan to kill Stiles."
Mood dropping, he glanced at her, brow creased into a frown, "And how do you know all of that, Lydia?" His voice was sarcastic, almost patronising, each word infuriating her further.
"Me and Stiles figured it out." She turned her gaze back to their surroundings, and realised that she had no idea where they were. "Where are we going?" He didn't answer, simply smirking as he drove. Speaking with greater authority this time, she repeated herself, "Theo. Where are we going?"
Irritated by her commanding tone, the boy gripped the steering wheel more tightly, gritting his teeth as he spoke, "I'm taking you somewhere that you can't get in the way anymore. I'm breaking up the crime fighting duo. Or, what was it Stiles calls it, The Stydia Detective agency? Hah, pathetic." He glanced at her, hoping to see a good reaction. However, much to his surprise, she was chuckling under her breath, staring at him intensely. On edge, he shifted uncomfortably in the seat, "What's so funny?"
She plastered on her perfected fake smile, head tilted slightly to the side. "I'm just listening to how you're going to die."
His face turned pale and his eyes darted between her and the road. "What?"
Laughing she continued, "Yeah, you heard. Oh this is just great. And so soon!"
The more panicked he got, the faster he drove, "Soon? What's that supposed to mean?!"
Leaning towards him she spoke in a gleeful whisper, "You're running out of time, Theo. You're going to die. And we haven't even got to my favourite part yet."
They were racing along the road now, Theo's panic clearly showing in his erratic driving. "Shut up." He swatted the air next to his ear as though her words were troublesome flies, buzzing around his head. "Shut up, shut up."
"Don't you want to know how it happens? Who does it? That's my favourite bit. It's so ironic."
"ENOUGH!" He yelled at her, the car screeching to a stop as he slammed on the breaks. She chuckled, glad to see that she had managed to stress him out so much. Her gaze shifted from his rage contorted face to the view out of the window beside him. Staring in mild horror, she saw the tall dark gates of Eichenhouse. Eyes locked on the iron gates, she froze, not moving when Theo got out of the car. Throwing open her door he grabbed her, dragging her from the car. Waking up from her stupor, she began kicking and screaming, trying desperately to get away from him. Pulling her close to him, he hissed in her ear, "Don't worry, I called ahead, they're expecting you."
Looking towards the gates, she saw two large men in scrubs waiting to take hold of her. "No!" She screamed, "No you can't do this! I'm not crazy! He's trying to kill us, all of us! Please you have to help me!" She pleaded with the two workers, but they simply stuck in earplugs as she grew nearer. Drawing level with the gates, Theo passed her off to the two men, who took a firm hold of her, one on each side. Struggling in vain, she kicked and thrashed, screaming and crying till her throat was raw. Laughing, Theo waved goodbye to her, calling out as she was dragged up to the menacing building:
"I think I'll go pay Stiles a visit! But of course, you knew that already!" He laughed, but upon seeing her reaction his face fell.
Her face contorted with rage, she screamed. Bursts of energy came flying from her hands, sending the two workers flying off to the sides. Racing towards the gates, she screeched at Theo. To her dismay, the dark gates had now closed between them, preventing her from clawing his eyes out. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" She screamed, satisfied with the look of pure terror on his face. "I swear to God I'm going to kill you. Don't you dare hurt him. Do you hear me? I'LL KILL-" her words were cut off as she yelled in pain, staring in surprise at the taser wand that was pressed into her side. The last thing she saw before she passed out was Theo climbing into his car, speeding off back in the direction of town. Voice raw and cracked, she managed to force out one word, "...no" and then everything turned to darkness.