『Act I • Side A』
CHAPTER SEVEN

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The night is far from over.

Lydia becomes frantic when she realises the room is empty, except for a few useless tools. I swear, I heard them. They shot each other, Lydia kept chanting and everyone else assure her that they believe her. June doesn't know what to believe. After all, she's the kind of person who only believes something if she can witness it with her own two eyes.

Allison suggests to go down and talk to the receptionist who revealed the morbid news about the suicides to Lydia. The others agree-- the best way to figure out what's happening to ask her themselves. But much to all their dismays, when the reached down, shivering in the cold night, the reception is empty with a sign attached to the glass wall that says, Be back at 6 a.m! 

"Well, there goes that." The strawberry blonde says cheerlessly.

Allison shifts in her position uncomfortably, narrowing her eyes at something through the glass. She widens her brown eyes after, "Didn't you say the sign read one ninety-eight?" She asks Lydia.

The other three members point their eyes to where Allison's gaze lingered on, heaviness filling their chests when they see the numbers 201 smiling at their lost faces. "Two hundred and one?"  June reads out in a shaky voice.

"It was one ninety-eight!" Lydia almost screams in a voice urging for them to believe her. "I swear to God it was one ninety-eight."

"We believe you, okay?" June attempts to comfort the ginger head, hesitantly placing a hand over her shoulder. 

"So what does this mean?" Allison asks, shaking her head in perturbed, "That there have been three more deaths in less than an hour?" 

"Or three more to go." Lydia says, her voice becomes distant again. 

"We need to get out of this place." Eliza repeats to everyone what she already told June earlier, curling her blonde hair with her fingers. It's a habit that she picked up a while ago, something to avoid her from stressing out too much. 

June's phone suddenly rings, making all of them jump in shock at the sudden intervention of silence. Apologizing quickly, she fetches her phone from her pocket and everyone looks into its screen curiously, as though they know it's someone from their 'pack'. Much to everyone's ( except June's ) confusion, the caller ID ignites only a simple two letter word-- No.  

June flushes red in embarrassment as she slides the green button and pins her phone to her ear. "Yeah, Stiles." ( Everyone raises their eyebrows questioningly, but June ignores it. )

"Where are you?"  Stiles's voice sounds hasty, but more than that he sounds tensed. June furrows her eyebrows. "We're all down at the reception. Why, what's wrong? Is everything alright?" 

"Come to your room, that's where I am now. And bring the others too, this might be important." He cuts the call before June can say anything in response and she looks at the blank screen on her phone, remembering the incident with an unlikely Scott. Did something happen to him?

"What did he say?" Lydia asks. 

"He needs to talk to us about something. He sounded pretty urgent." 

Eliza steps forward, both hands on her hips confidently. "Then let's go! What are we waiting for girls?"

"Our deaths?" Allison says with almost no sarcasm in her voice, shrugging unapologetically. It's the blonde witch's turn to roll her eyes at the huntress. "And what is No?" Eliza immediately turns to June, nose crunched with disgust. "Why would you save his number under that?" 

June lolls her eyes at the blonde again, walking past her while purposefully dashing onto her shoulder. "Mind your own business." She shamelessly mutters.

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When the four girls enter the monotonous room, Stiles is pacing back and forth, a hand on his mouth as he contemplated restlessly. For Stiles Stilinski this is the most normal behavior of his that got June to wonder if there is anything to actually worry about. But with everything that's been happening around lately, June knows to take no chances. 

"Stiles?" June calls out to her best friend concernedly. The boy jerks suddenly, he had been too invested in his thoughts that he didn't even notice their presence.

"I think you mean to call him 'No'." Eliza snickers behind June.

"Shut up."

"What? What is she doing here?" Stiles asks confusedly, raising a brow as he points at the new face in the room. Eliza is unfazed by the attention she's getting and fakes a smile at him. "I'm the witch from the fire coven Deaton told you about. That means I can burn you."

"Oh fuck," Stiles curses under his breath, shifting his gaze to June. "She's the girl from the lacrosse team who hit me for not defending well."

June raises her eyebrows in amusement. "Eliza? This is the girl you were afraid of?"

"You're afraid of me?" Eliza chuckles.

Stiles wears a large grin on his face, directing it to June. His smile was obviously pretentious and half-angry. "Why, Juni, my apparent best friend forever, thank you for that."

"Focus!" Lydia almost screeches, passing by June and Eliza to stand in front of all of them. "There's something terribly wrong with this motel and we need to find out what it is and just get out of here. Why did you call us, Stiles? Did something happen?"

Stiles stiffens, clearing his throat as he tries to gather strength to speak seriously. "Well, yeah. Scott and Boyd . . . they don't seem to be the same."

June widens her eyes. "Scott was definitely off." She admits, a feeling of relief washes over her. "He was acting like he was possessed, like a puppet being controlled by someone. It definitely wasn't Scott."

Stiles nods in agreement, rubbing his chin. "Yeah, he was acting a bit off with me too. But it's Boyd that really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."

"See? It is the motel!" Lydia relieves, "Either we get out of here right now or--" She reaches the bedside drawer and picks out the Bible, "-- someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." Her eyes are directed at June and Eliza, causing the latter to roll her eyes yet again, but this time she even sighs angrily, snatching the Bible from Lydia's hands. "I'm a fire witch, okay? I can burn things, not practice the spiritual way of evicting demons possessing someone." She pauses, turning around slowly to meet June's startled face, "But a Lunar witch can."

June gawks at the Agni witch incredulously, "Are you for real? I don't even know what a Lunar witch is to begin with!"

"It makes perfect sense," Eliza exhales, ignoring June's rants. "A Lunar witch is like wolfsbane to wolves, and its only the wolves who have gone gaga over killing everyone."

"No, it can't be her." Stiles defends, "She doesn't even know about her powers, she can't have that much control over them."

"What even is a Lunar witch?" Allison asks confusedly, "Didn't you say Deaton spoke about three covens? Am I missing something?"

"Yes you are, but that doesn't matter right now." Stiles urges, he looks to Lydia. "Okay, what if it's not just the motel?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said the number in the office went up by three, right?"

Everyone except Allison nods, "You mean like three sacrifices?" She asks.

Stiles stops pacing around, sending joyless glances to the others. "What if this time, it's three werewolves?"

Allison contorts her eyebrows together, "Scott, Isaac and Boyd." She states knowingly, passing an ominous glance to the rest. Stiles holds his breath, "Maybe we were meant to come here."

"Exactly!" Lydia suddenly exclaims, looking at Stiles desperately. "So now can we get the hell out of here? Please?"

"Wait, hang on, let me see this." Stiles takes the Bible back from Eliza's hot hands, flipping through its pages expeditiously. He opens the page where a piece of paper was attached, causing the others to gather around the newspaper cutting. "Twenty-eight year old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Stiles reads out the main headline in the piece, dread lacing his voice.

He fiddles as he rips the paper away from the Bible and sets its carefully on the bed. Allison bends down to inspect it more closely while Stiles arranges other newspaper clippings attached to it in rows, trying to fetch for any clues. "Look at these two," Lydia observes, picking up two papers and placing them next to each other. "They both mention the room two-one-seven. These are probably all of the suicides that happened in this room."

"So if every room has a Bible. . ." Allison starts.

". . .there could be articles in other rooms." Lydia finishes for the brunette. 

"I don't get it." June admits, shaking her head. "So what if there have been many suicides here? Does it have to be something supernatural related?"

"I promise you it is." Stiles sighs, glancing between all the articles scattered on the bed. June's eyes catches on an article-- A family of three hang themselves at Glen Capri marking the hundredth suicide in the infamous motel. June shoots her eyes away in disgust, punching her nails into her palm.

"Most places leave mint under the pillow, this one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred." Stiles says bemusedly, shaking his head as his eyes leave the papers.

"What if the room next door have the article about the couple." Lydia says alarmingly, her eyes wide in realisation.

They don't waste a moment to sprint. Stiles is the first one to leave the door followed by Lydia, and June is the last one to get outside the neighboring room, least excited about all the supernatural chaos. Stiles struggles with the doorknob as he twists and pushes the door, but the door appears to be locked, much to June's surprise. She vividly remembers how Lydia easily opened the same door earlier.

"What? That was not locked before?" Lydia says hastily in confusion. 

"Forget it!" Allison groans, shaking her head annoyingly. "We need to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here."

Stiles leaves the doorknob reluctantly, sprinting in the other direction, maybe to Scott. But the sound of an electric instrument screeching violently caused Stiles to turn around with his eyebrows bent. "Tell me you hear that." Lydia whispers, staring into the locked door. "Yeah, it sounds like someone turning on a handsaw."

"A handsaw?" Stiles repeats unbelievably, worrying his eyes into the door as though he could look through it.

"Step back." Eliza suddenly comes in between them, standing in front of the locked door. The others follow what has been instructed by her as the Agni witch stretches her hands in front of her, her fingers bent towards the door. She closes her eyes, inhales and exhales, and the moment her eyes open again, there are actual flames dancing proudly in her eyeballs as Eliza smirks.

The next thing the knew, yellow flames roar from Eliza's fingertips, curling around the old door. June has to take another step back as she felt the heat crawl on her skin. Eliza has control over her powers, with her hands she makes sure that the flames don't leave the frame of the door and a moment after the unforgettable smell of burning wood glinted her nose, the scorched door drops on the floor and all the flames disappear. "That was awe--"

Stiles doesn't even complete his sentence as he looks at the terrible scene occurring in the room. "Ethan! NO!" He screeches as he sprints towards the Alpha, the whirling handsaw in his hand, pointed at his bare stomach. Stiles struggles to get the handsaw away from Ethan as the werewolf pulls it away from Stiles's grip growling at the human.

Lydia examines the chord attached to the electric handsaw as she follows its direction. The plug on its other end is right next to her. The strawberry blonde wastes no time to yank it away, rendering the handsaw useless.

Stiles is dropped on his back opposite to Ethan as Allison rushes towards her friend, holding his shoulders. June sprints in the direction too but her eyes widen when Ethan roars, dirty claws sprouting from his human nails. The Alpha directs them to his naked abdomen once again, more than ready to stab himself. "Ethan!" June screams as she reaches him, Stiles right behind. She grabs one hand as she tries to steer the dangerous claws away from his skin and Stiles struggles again with his other hand, the werewolf is too strong for either of them.

Ethan easily curls his right hand around Stiles's wrist before thrusting the human boy. With full dominance over June now, he growls at the scared girl, revealing his fangs that June never wanted to see. She doesn't let her grip on his other hand waver but before she can comprehend anything else, she feels daggers stab her in her forearm as Ethan drills his claws into her skin. June screeches in pain, trying to push him away from her. She hears Stiles scream her name and feels a presence behind her, two large hands cower over as they try to push Ethan for June's safety. When the Alpha roars again, something within June clicks. Like a large rusted lock that was chained and bolted deep within June suddenly unlocked.

She doesn't understand what comes over the next second. She leaves one hand from Ethan and latches it on his wrist of the same hand he stabs her with. The Alpha looks at her with an overwhelming shock, because the power in her is stronger than she ever knew possible. With simple dominance, June swats away his hand and the  Alpha is jerked back, still in shock with her power. The moment Ethan lets go, June feels as though a forceful wind punched her against Stiles, and suddenly all of the power has left her and she is curling in Stiles's protective. "Are you okay?" He asks her, moving the hair from June's face. She nods with spluttering breaths, agreeing with the shock present in his voice.

Ethan is fazed only for a second before the menacing look on his face returns, and he reaches back to puncture his own claws in his stomach. Eliza appears in front of him right when his claws were a few inches away from hitting his skin, and with a hissing sound, her hand latches onto his wrist, igniting hotly. Ethan screeches as he feels the burns against his skin, and pushes Eliza away from him. He looks at everyone confusedly, holding his injured wrist as he inhales long breaths. "Ow." He whines, glaring at Eliza.

"You're back." Stiles says, sighing in relief.

"What just happened?" Ethan asks confusedly, looking down at his unbuttoned shirt. Everyone is too busy catching their breaths, but the werewolf sprints away before they could even get a response from them.

"It was the same thing with Scott." June heaves after he leaves, rubbing her palm over the punctures on her hand. She hisses at the pain and leaves her hand from it. "He wasn't in control of himself, just like Ethan."

Allison wears a grim expression on her face, "Scott was trying to kill himself?"

"No, no. He was just--" June pauses abruptly as her eyes widen when something dawns over her. "Where is Scott now?"

Lydia and Stiles share a look with each other knowingly and a second later the boy sprints out again in search of his best friend, only to find Ethan buttoning his shirt on the corridor. The others stop in their tracks behind Stiles, looking at Ethan cautiously. "Before you ask, I don't know what came over me." The Alpha admits just as Stiles is about to speak.

"There has to be a reason though, all the werewolves are acting out of control." Stiles insists.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Ethan fumes, raising his voice. "I don't know how I got there and what I was doing."

"Okay, you could be a little more helpful, you know?" Stiles continues to persist, "We did just save your life."

Ethan halts in his movements, turning around to meet Stiles with his jaw clenched. "You probably shouldn't have."

"Remind me to never save him again." Stiles says as Ethan begins to stomp out of the room, but he pauses in front of June, brown eyes glaring at her. The witch stiffens under his gaze. "And I was right about you," He says, half-smirking, "Deucalion was right about you, your purple eyes managed to just confirm it. Remember what I told you:" He bends forward to whisper the last bit into her ears. "He always gets what he wants."

When he leaves, there is a heavy silence in the room. June is most confused of them all. struggling to get out the right words from her dry mouth. "Purple eyes? What is he talking about?"

Stiles shakes his head violently. "We'll talk about that later. Is whatever he said true?"

"Me having purple eyes? I don't think so they're brown--"

"No. The thing about Deucalion."

June forms her mouth into an O. She tries and fails to swallow her dread and slowly nods her head.

Stiles stress-fully rubs his palms over his face. "What does Deucalion want?"

June doesn't know how she manages to say the next few words. "Me." She breathes.

"He wants me." 

A/N:
okay so all i can say about this chapter is, foreshadowing 101 !!!! everything is so foreshadow-y maybe im just so evil 😢 BUT! i know i said ill finish the motel episode in one chapter but there are so many things happening in that chapter so it's hard to fit them all?? esp since these episodes are also imp for my ocs so HOPEFULLY it gets done next chapter!

PLEASE LEAVE YOUR THOUGHTS OR I SWEAR ILL NEVER TALK TO U!!!!

jk