"You know why you're here," Mr. Calavera states as he sits across from Lydia in a small room at a cold metal table. Lydia gulps in anticipation.

"I've committed a wrong," Lydia states, using a euphemism to answer him. Mr. Calavera smiles.

"I like you Ms. Martin, that's why I going to let this mistake slide, all you have to do is get rid of it," Mr. Calavera informs Lydia. She stares at him with wide eyes. They want her to abort the pregnancy.

"I can go back home if I do this, no consequences?" Lydia asks for confirmation. He responds my handing her the required pills and a glass of water. Lydia begins to shake. Perhaps this is the way to go. Get rid of it and restore my relationship with Stiles. It would be so easy! Lydia takes the pill and the glass of water. I wonder if it's a he or she? Will it have Stiles' liquid gold eyes? Would it have my red locks of hair? Would it have pale skin dotted with freckles or plain like mine? The thoughts begin to rush through her head. This child isn't just an it. This is something she and Stiles created. Unintentionally of course, but the child is still a miracle. Her hand shakes as she brings the pill to her mouth. She takes the smallest possible sip of water and hesitantly swallows the pill. Mr. Calavera smiles.

"Perfect, now you may leave. There's a taxi outside to take you back to the institute," he states simply. Lydia rushes out of the building. Upon getting in the taxi she demands the man steps on it.

"Get me to the woods!" The man drives quickly down several back roads. When Lydia gets restless, she demands that the man stops. He lets her out and she quickly jumps out of the vehicle. Trees surround her. She and Allison and Cora used to go on walks around here. The institute is close, but she has one thing to do before she goes back there. Lydia sticks two fingers in her mouth, pressing as hard as she can on the back of her throat. After she gags for a moment, Lydia throws up the contents of her stomach, the abortion pill included. Tears begin to stream heavily down her face. She drops onto the cold ground, feeling utterly defeated, even though she succeeded in saving her baby. Her hands stroke the non-existent bump that will appear in a few short months. "It's okay baby," she whispers to her belly as she rocks back and forth. "I love you, you're daddy doesn't know about you, but I know he would love to get to know you. I'm sorry that that can't happen my love," Lydia mumbles quietly. Regaining her posture she stands from the chilly ground and begins her journey to the institute.
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Scott is locked in the weight room, where assassins exercise to build strength and muscle. Allison is tied up in the janitors closet. Cora in the cardio room, where she is tied up surrounded by treadmills. Isaac is tied up in one of the many weaponries in the institute. Stiles is hanging shirtless from wrists in the main combat room, his toes not touching the mats on the concrete floor. There are two guards watching over each of them, preparing to begin their torture. Besides Scott, who was just sentenced to twenty four hours of no food or water. Cora has a feeling they are all about to become even more familiar with each other's screams. The men with Stiles begin first since he process with take two hours. Two hours of continuous beating. Stiles just grits his teeth as the man pulls off his blazer and tie. He throws off his button up, revealing a white muscle shirt. Stiles whistles. "Quite a hot shot aren't ya? Bet 'ya get all the ladies huh?" Stiles taunts him. The man chuckles.

"You know, I wasn't going to wear, my rings, but I think now I will," he states. Stiles smirks coldly.

"Ah, ribbed for pleasure," he jokes. The man scowls at Stiles before glancing at his watch.

"4:30, well Stilinski, there's a big gap between that and 6:30," the man states coldly. Stiles scoffs.

"At least tell me your name before we get all intimate," Stiles probes at the man again, hoping to get a reaction out of him. The man punches Stiles in the gut.

"The names Mike," he states coldly. Stiles coughs at the impact to his abdomen.

"Hi Mike," Stiles states, his voice breathy. Mike punches Stiles once in the jaw. Bone cracks against bone and Stiles whips to the side, the ropes holding him up cutting into his wrist. The rings on his fingers cut into Stiles skin. Next comes a punch to the face straight in the nose. Stiles spits blood on Mike's shirt. "That all you got Mikey?" The man grunts and punches Stiles in the throat. He gasps desperately for air, but the punches don't stop. It's like rocks being constantly thrown at him. Hitting his shoulders, face, and gut. Over and over again Stiles is punched, kicked, and kneed it every place possible. He feels like dough being kneaded and prodded at until it s soft and ready to be shoved in an oven. Stiles one again spits blood onto the floor. "How longs it been?" He forces out, his voice raspy. Mike smirks.

"About five minutes." Stiles laughs.

"You know I wouldn't mind if you just killed me now," Stiles confesses.

"That would be to easy." Stiles groans. The punches stars again. Stiles holds in his groans as long as he can, but eventually its just to much. Mike lands a punch in Stiles' eye. Stiles groans loudly, the sound echoing through the walls. Only an hour and fifty five minutes to go.

Meanwhile Cora's form of punishment is just beginning. She, also strung up by her wrists, is awaiting the first of her hundred cuts she will receive. The man in charge of her torture wipes off a knife and turns to look at her with a scowl. "This is going to hurt like hell." Cora's mouth stays in a firm straight line. The man formed and makes his first cut. It's quick, across her abdomen, but not to deep. The next is right below it. He starts off doing them quickly. As time passes the man cuts deeper and slower. Cora looses track of how many cuts she has received when he reached forty two. Screams erupt from deep within her. The pain is blinding and unbearable. Her screams mix with Stiles groans from just outside the space she is in. In the room on the other side of her own Isaac is receiving similar treatment. Even though he is only revue in fifty cuts, the pain is still horrifying, not to mention all he can do is listen to his friends screaming and growing with him. Allison, also receiving fifty cuts, is trying desperately not to scream. Every once in a while the noise escapes her lips.

The man was right. This is hurting like hell.

One would think that Scott has it easy, just sentenced to a full twenty four hours stuck in a room with no food or water. But what wasn't mentioned is that, one of the men from the assassin board of officials is turning up the heat to an unbearable temperature and then just when Scott begins to acclimate, Turing the temperature down to negative numbers. The sweat from the extreme heat freezes and makes Scott cold when the AC is cranked into the room.

It's basically hell for everyone.