Chapter 12. Gasoline, Road Flares, and Purple Dust

Need to talk. Just you.

I sent the message to Stiles as Lydia had instructed me to do, but it was making me very uneasy to just leave Scott by himself. If something is happening here and it's making people kill themselves, I don't want him to be alone. When his face popped into my mind when we saw that the number had changed, it felt like a slap in the face. He was in danger, and it was my turn to try and protect him.

Currently I am pacing around this motel room, feeling as if I'm about to throw up. If something happens to him while Stiles leaves him, I'm gonna beat the crap out of Lydia and Allison. They told me that Scott couldn't come, because he was acting weird. Allison had mentioned something about how he just wandered into her bathroom and he was making some very inappropriate comments about her being naked in the shower.

The door was then pushed open and a very confused Stiles walked in with his eyebrows raised, "What's up with your text?"

"Something's wrong. We think that this motel is cursed or something to have people kill themselves." Lydia interjected for me, it's a good thing she did because if I would have opened my mouth and began to speak all of this worry about Scott would come barreling out.

Stiles seemed even more confused than he had been a second ago, "What?"

"Lydia and I were at the office earlier and we saw this little counter thing on the wall so we asked about it and the lady said that it was a number of how many suicides that have been in this motel. When we were there the number was 198, so we came back here to tell Allison about it and then Lydia and I heard a couple shooting themselves in the room next door from the vent, Allison didn't hear it though. So when we went to check out the room we thought we would find their dead bodies, but the room was empty and was being renovated. Allison then wanted to go and find answers from the lady at the desk but she wasn't there, and that's when she noticed that the number wasn't 198 anymore, it was now 201. Three more than it had been before."

Allison sighed, "I think something is up with Scott. He came into the bathroom while I was in the shower a bit ago and he walked in saying all of these weird things. I haven't seen him act like that since the full moon."

"Yeah... he's been acting a bit off with me too. Kasey have you noticed anything?" Stiles asked me as he turned to face me, his hazel eyes wide with concern.

I swallowed dryly and nodded, "Not with Scott, but with Boyd. He literally put his fist through a vending machine earlier without even thinking about it."

"See! It is the motel!" Lydia exclaimed as she whirled around on her heel and jerked a drawer open pulling out a red covered book, "Either we need to get the hell out of here or someone needs to learn how to perform an exorcism before the werewolves try and kill us."

Stiles held his hands up as he glanced at her wearily, "Okay just calm down. What if it's not just the motel. You said the number went up by three, right?"

"You mean like three sacrifices?" I asked slowly, why didn't I think of that? Of course it would freaking go up by three and that happens to be the number of people that have been getting sacrificed lately. This is too weird.

Stiles nodded, "What if this time it's three werewolves."

"That would explain why I saw Scott, Isaac, and Boyd in like a vision type thing when we realized the number was changed..." I mumbled as ran my hand through my hair.

"Maybe we were meant to come here," Stiles said slowly.

Lydia huffed, "Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?"

Stiles then reached for the bible in Lydia's hand, "Let me see that." I watched as he flipped it open to a page where several newspaper articles were cut out and stuffed in. My eyes widened when I realized that those were the articles about some of the suicides in this hotel.

"What is that?" Allison asked in confusion.

Stiles grabbed the paper and read it aloud, "28 Year Old Man Hangs Himself At The Infamous Glen Capri." He then shook the book out which caused more and more articles to fall out from between the pages. They all landed on the bed and I literally felt like I was about to get sick watching this, who the hell would keep these in a bible in the room where the people committed suicide?

"Look these all say something about room 217." Lydia pointed out as she lined the papers up side by side.

Allison scrunched her face up, "So if every room has a bible in it, they probably all have stuff like this in them."

"That's beautiful, most places leave a mint on your pillow, this place leaves a bible stuffed with the records of deaths that occurred in each room." Stiles retorted as he shook his head form side to side.

My eyes widened, "What if the one next door has the article about the couple?"

Stiles obviously didn't need to hear anything else because he then bolted out of the room, leaving the three of us to follow after him. When we caught up, he was trying to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

"That wasn't locked before," Lydia remarked as she glanced at Stiles in confusion.

"Look we need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here alright?" Allison stated with authority, Stiles obviously agreed with her because he started to make his way towards where our room was.

And that was when I heard the distinct buzz of a saw behind the door that Stiles had just tried to get into. My eyes widened as I glanced at Allison, "Please tell me that Lydia and I aren't the only ones that hear that too."

"It sounds like someone turned on the handsaw," Allison quipped.

Stiles then appeared out of nowhere, "Handsaw?!" He asked in bewilderment. I don't know why I went for the door handle, it had just been locked, but when I twisted it the damn thing clicked open.

Ethan was standing in the center of the room with the aforementioned handsaw above his stomach, he was lining it up with his naval and he looked very distraught. Stiles then went for him as he shouted, "ETHAN DON'T!"

I watched with wide eyes as my boyfriend and one of the alpha's of the pack that apparently killed Derek struggled with the still running chainsaw. Lydia had the common sense to unplug the damn thing, whereas I had the brilliant idea to grab the hood of Stiles' jacket to pull him away from the saw, and I did so at just the right moment because he tumbled forward and nearly had his face sawed open. With the amount of force I had put into the pull, I went backwards and landed on my ass, Stiles landed right in front of me.

Ethan then wolfed out and went to tear at his stomach with his claws, but Allison and Stiles managed to grab a hold of each of his arms, pulling them away from his stomach before he did something he would very much regret. Without a second thought I stood up and shoved the alpha forward, he smacked his hands on the top of the heater in the center of the room and you could hear the flesh on his hand sizzle. When he hit the floor he seemed to be back in control of himself and he was gawking at me with wide eyes, "What happened?"

"Well you just almost ripped yourself in half," I stated without really thinking my answer through. Ethan obviously didn't want to hear that because he stood up and bolted out of the room, grabbing his shirt on the way out.

"Ethan wait!" I called after him, where is he going? I was the first to run after him, Stiles and Allison were right behind me-- Lydia shouldn't have worn heels or she would have been able to keep up.

"Leave me alone!" Ethan snapped as he struggled to button his shirt as he ran down the steel set of stairs. I nearly tripped on my way down, but I managed to keep my footing long enough to get to the bottom.

"Just tell me what happened, please." I begged as I grabbed on to his arm, he tugged me forwards and I nearly smacked my face on the railing but for some reason he reacted and grabbed me, pulling me back and keeping me from getting hurt.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "I don't know how I got in there or why I did what I did. Okay?"

"You could at least be a bit more helpful. We did just save your lives!" Stiles called as he stumbled down the stairs, Allison and Lydia right behind him.

Ethan began to walk off again but before he was out of sight he turned around with a remorseful look on his face, "Yeah and you probably shouldn't have."

"What does that even mean?" I groaned as I rubbed at my eyes, this was all too familiar of a situation for me. The hallucinations. The not knowing what is going on. It all reminds me of Lydia's birthday party, the night that everyone was poisoned with wolfsbane and we were hallucinating terrible things. I remember that I pictured Peter snapping Stiles neck beside Lydia's glorious pool. I had screamed like a lunatic and started crying, only to be snapped back into reality to see that Stiles and Peter weren't even in front of me. It wasn't real.

Allison sighed, "Kasey and I will go get Scott, you two find Isaac and Boyd alright?"

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"Let's check our room first." I said to Allison quickly as I ran my hand through my hair anxiously. I could feel my skin pricking with the anxiety attack that wants to bust through the surface. My thoughts were racing a mile a freaking second and I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.

Allison gave me a questioning look, "Are you okay?"

"Not really, no." I laughed humorlessly, my feet carrying me up the stairs. I have a really bad feeling for some reason, and usually my bad feelings mean that, well that something bad happened. If something happened to Scott, I don't think I'd be able to handle it.

I wasted no time in fumbling with the door knob, with one quick twist and a shove from my shoulder the door was open-- revealing an empty room. The only thing I could see was Stiles' bag at the foot of our bed with a towel laying on it and his toothbrush and toothpaste in a ziploc bag.

"He isn't in here..." Allison said quietly as she checked the bathroom. Where the hell could he be? There's only so many places-- wait, this would be a perfect time to connect myself to him.

"Okay, Allison I'm going to try something and I need you to make sure that I don't black out or anything." I explained.

I walked over to the foot of the bed and sat down slowly, taking in a deep breath. I've never actually willingly connected myself to someone so I have no idea how to do this. Usually I just am thinking about them and then I somehow link myself and then I am experiencing what they are experiencing.

Allison rose an eyebrow, "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Probably not but it may help," I mumbled as I closed my eyes, letting images of Scott flood my mind. I need to know where he is, I need to make sure he is okay, I need him. I need to find him.

Gasoline

The odor smacked me in the face and I started to cough manically, whoa. I feel like I'm covered in gasoline. Does that mean that Scott is covered in gasoline? Why is he covered in it? Was he in a car accident?

Heat

My left hand is really warm and it keeps getting hotter and hotter, why? Is he holding something that's hot? Is he by a flame? I screwed my eyes shut tighter as I tried to picture him and where he is. Come on Kasey!

And that's when the image of him standing in what appeared to be a puddle of water with a road flare outside of the bus popped into my mind. Is that happening right now? Holy shit that's not water, that's the gasoline!

"Kasey!" Allison shouted as she started shaking my shoulders violently. My eyes popped open to find her face nearly an inch from mine, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She looked terrified.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, "I know where he is! Come on!" I yelled and sprung off the bed, grabbing her wrist and tugging her alongside me. Stiles and Lydia were walking down the stairs already, and for some reason Stiles' shirt was all wet. What happened?

And that's when I saw Scott. Looking exactly how he did in my mind just seconds ago. He was standing in a puddle of gasoline, his entire body doused in it, and clutched tightly in his left hand was a road flare.

"There's no hope." Scott said as he glanced between the four of us, his brown eyes glazed over with un-shed tears.

"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison said through her tears, she was already crying.

My brother shook his head from side to side, "Not for me. Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know that Derek wasn't your fault," I supplied quickly, why is he feeling so guilty about Derek being dead? What if he isn't even dead.

"Everytime I try to fight back it just gets worse, people keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed." He replied in exasperation, his eyes timidly meeting mine.

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "Now Scott listen to me, alright? This isn't you. This is something inside your head telling you to do this. Okay--"

"What if it isn't?" Scott caught Stiles off, "What if it is just me? What if doing this is the best thing that I can do for everyone else."

I pulled my hand up to my mouth as I watched my brother tremble, his voice wavering as he tried to keep himself from fully falling apart. The hiss of the flare was getting louder and louder much like the ringing in my ears.

"It all started that night, the night I got bitten. Do you remember the way it was before that? You and me?" Scott asked Stiles, who was standing in front of him, his feet just barely missing the pool of gasoline.

My boyfriend nodded slowly as my brother began to speak again, "We were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe a should just be no one again, no one at all."

I watched with wide eyes as he adjusted the flare in his hand, I can't breathe. I can't freaking breathe. I need to say something, but the ability to speak has escaped me and I am wobbling from side to side as the tears pour out of my eyes. What is wrong with me? I'm so useless! I need to help him, and I can't even speak! Come on, Kasey. Come on.

"Scott, listen to me alright? You are somebody. You're my brother, my best friend. You can't do this to me, I can't do this without you." My voice came tumbling out in a borderline sob, and my feet had carried me into the gasoline pool at my brother's feet.

He looked at me then, really looked at me, and my heart shattered. Tears were streaming down his face, his eyes were bloodshot and he was shaking terribly. I reached for the flare and grabbed a tight hold of it, "So if you're going to do this, you have to take me with you. We're in this together, remember?" I said in a shaky voice.

His grip on the flare lessened and I managed to pull it out of his hands and toss it away from us. I let out a sigh as I threw my arms around him and started to cry, he was crying as well as he held on to me. We could have just died, both of us.

Lydia's scream scared the absolute crap out of me, and before I could even turn around to find out why she was screaming someone rammed into my back and pushed Scott and I to the ground forcefully. The explosion that then ensued blew hot air across my back and ruffled my hair. I realized it had been Stiles that pushed me, because his arm was now slung tightly around my waist. I let out a sigh as I laid my head on Scott's chest, we did it. We survived.

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The sound of the bus door creaking open startled me awake, after the intense evening we had last night the five of us decided that sleeping on the bus was a better alternative than sleeping in the suicide motel.

Finstock walked up the small set of stairs and shook his head from side to side, "I don't wanna know and I'm not even gonna ask. In case you didn't hear the meet has been canceled so we're heading back home. Now pack it in, pack it in!" He yelled as some people passed by him awkwardly.

I was sitting in the seat with Stiles, which happened to be behind Scott's. And Ethan awkwardly approached Scott, sliding into the seat looking as uncomfortable as ever. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." He said to my brother.

Stiles and I popped our heads in the space between theirs, "Technically we saved your life, not that it matters that much... just a minor detail." Stiles supplied awkwardly.

"Anyway--" Ethan ignored Stiles and went back to speaking to my brother, "because of that I'm going to give you something. We're pretty sure that Derek's still alive, but he killed one of our own. And that means one of two things can happen; either he joins our pack or Kali goes after him and kills him. That's the way it works."

With that said he stood up and began to walk down the aisle but not before Stiles got another word in, "You know your code of ethics is a little barbaric, I don't know if you know that-- okay."

I sighed, "Why do werewolves always want to kill people? Why can't they just want to throw tea parties and wear feathery hats."

Stiles rose an eyebrow, "Um I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the fact that they are part wolf, actually."

"Shut up." I muttered as I elbowed him in the side, he huffed and gave me his famous death glare that isn't even that scary.

Finstock then started to make his way down the aisle but Lydia stopped him, "Coach can I see your whistle for a sec?"

"I'm gonna need that back," He huffed as Lydia pulled it off of him. She then plopped down in the seat across from Stiles and myself before cupping her hand around the whistle and blowing it. When she pulled her hand back she turned it towards us so we could see the purple powdery residue that came out of the whistle.

"Wolfsbane.." She said quietly.

I sighed, "So everytime Coach blew that whistle, Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Ethan all inhaled it. Clever, that's pretty freaking clever."

"You were poisoned without even knowing it," Allison remarked.

Stiles looked uncomfortable, "So that's how the Darach did it. That's how it got into their heads."

Instinctively I grabbed the whistle and chucked it out the window, "Kasey! Hey!" Finstock yelled as the bus began to drive off.

"Sorry Coach, there was a bug in it." I lied as Finstock fumed. His face was red and he stomped to the front of the bus, muttering death threats under his breath. I'll buy him a new one, a slightly less annoying one. Maybe.

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aw. the scene with stiles and scott in the episode was so powerful, but i had to have kasey do it because why wouldn't she? i mean it was her actual brother that was doing that, so yeah. i like this chapter. do you all like when i have kasey go off and do things without stiles? aha i've realized she does pretty much everything with him and it kind of is getting a bit predictable. idk. hope you all enjoyed this update. :)

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