Lydia weakly opens the doors to the institute. The first person she sees is Derek telling a few kids that training for today is cancelled. The bags under his eyes are prominent. His hair is flat against his forehead and he is wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Lydia stumbles into the room, her hair a mess and her clothes hanging loosely on her small frame. Derek looks at her emotionlessly as she nearly falls to the floor. Tears prick at her eyes. Lydia walks unsteadily over to Derek who takes her wrists in his hands gently. "They hurt you?" Lydia shakes her head no. "Did they kill the baby?" Lydia sighs.

"They tried, but I threw up the pills, I'm sorry Derek, I couldn't do it," Lydia states. Derek nods slowly.

"You six really mean something to me and that's why it kills me to tell you that when you start showing you are going to have to leave the institute, I know there's really no where else you can go, but you have to leave," Derek informs her sadly. Lydia nods slowly.

"That was the plan anyways," she tells Derek. "Are they already being tortured?" Lydia asks referring to her friends. Derek nods.

"I had to cancel training for today cause they are all in the rooms down there," Derek explains. Lydia nods slowly, her head feeling heavy. A man in a suit approaches Derek.

"Mr. Calavera called and asked me to demand every member of this institute to join us in the basement to make an example of the six law breakers," the man states. Derek frowns at him angrily. Lydia's form sags at the news. Derek has no choice but to round up the one hundred people currently in the institute and bring them to the basement. Some are in training, others just staying there temporarily. Lydia walks next to Derek as the reach the basement. The first person she sees is Stiles, hanging from his wrists from the ceiling. The door to the janitors closet is open revealing a bloody Allison. The cardio room door is open as well, Cora hanging from his wrists in there. In one of the weaponries, Isaac also hangs with his hands above his head, the door wide open for all to see. There is a projection on the wall of live footage from inside the weight room, where Scott is currently freezing in nothing but his boxers.

Lydia holds her hand to her mouth in horror. Tears fall from her eyes, slipping slowly down his cheek then onto the cold hard floor. Stiles opens his black eyes and catches the view of Lydia in the crowd. Through the pain he looks at her with a smile. He has been beaten for forty-five minutes. An hour and fifteen minutes remain for him. Isaac and Allison have experiences half of their torture. Each are two receive fifty cuts, but so far have only endured about twenty five each. Cora had also gone through twenty five cuts, but she is to experience one hundred cuts, not just fifty. Scott has the longest amount of torture, stretching twenty four hours, with the rapid temperature changes in the weight room and no food or water.

Lydia's heart skips a beat as she looks at all her friends. The man standing next to Stiles holds his hands behind his back. "I'll make this quick. These five had committed wrongs against assassin policy, this is their punishment, you need to witness this so you fully understand the power of your board of assassin law, I'll also be having a little bit of help from a Miss Lydia Martin, is she present?" Everyone in the crowd looks at her with big eyes, revealing where she stands. Derek grinds his teeth as she slowly approaches the man, only about two feet away from Stiles,
who looks like hell spat him back out. Yet he still smiles at her. The assassin official hands Lydia brass knuckles and tells her to put them on. She follows his instructions hesitantly. "Now Lydia, beat him for oh, only a minute." Lydia freezes, completely in shock. Lydia looks at Stiles's sad eyes.

"Don't let him intimidate you Lyds, he's not so scary once you figure out his name is Mike and he can't actually throw a good punch," Stiles remarks angrily. Lydia bites her lip as Mike punches Stiles in the shoulder.

"Do it Martin!" Mike yells. Lydia bites down harder onto her lip. Stiles nods his head.

"It's okay Lyds, I can barely feel anything anymore anyways," Stiles reassures her. Lydia closes her eyes and prepares to punch Stiles. Just as she thinks she can do it, she back out. Opening her eyes, she looks angrily at Mike.

"I can't and I won't," she states plainly. Mike back hands Lydia so hard in the face that she falls to the ground harshly. Stiles tries to break free as she hits the floor, pulling angrily at his restraints.

"You will beat him!" Mike screams. Lydia stands back up and still refuses to hurt Stiles. Mike grunts and pushes Lydia to the ground, then punching her in the face. "Do it!" Lydia shakes her head, which lands her another hit to the face.

"Lydia just do it!" Stiles screams to her worriedly. Mike gets off of Lydia, allowing her to stand up. "It's okay," Stiles tells her, his voicing cracking. Lydia holds her breath and lands the softest punch she can on Stiles chest. He cringes and coughs blood up. Lydia lets a tear slip from her eye.

"Harder," Mike demands. Stiles kids his head weakly. Lydia hits Stiles in the arm this time. Stiles barely flinches. The continues for a minute before Mike states that that's enough. Just as Lydia stops hurting Stiles, Mike continues what she was doing. Stiles groans and coughs. The man standing with Allison demands that Lydia joins him. She walks weakly to him, shaking violently. He hands her a knife and demands he cuts Allison. Allison looks at her with a pained gaze.

"Hey Lyds, I'll still love you, don't worry about it," Allison states. Lydia closes her eyes and slits the skin on Allison's arm, blood seeping from the gash. Lydia drops the knife and she is moved onto the next room. She cuts Isaac who doesn't even flinch. He just whispers to Lydia.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine." Lydia begins to bawl as she is shoved to the cardio room with Cora. She takes the knife that is handed to her and approaches Cora.

"Do it Lydia, the sooner this is over with the sooner- the sooner I can get the hell out of here," Cora demands angrily. Lydia nods sadly. Cora refuses to scream as Lydia slides the knife against the skin of Cora's thigh. Lydia quickly rids her hand of the knife and rushes from the room. Just when she thinks she is done, the man who told Derek to collect everyone in the institute and bring them to the basement, grabs Lydia arm and pulls her to the door of the weight room. The door has a window in it. The man slams Lydia's head into the glass and makes her watch as Scott freezes. His knees are pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around them tightly. His lips are a bright blue color, his skin red with cold. The tears squeeze out of Lydia's eyes. Scott's eyes are squeezed shut, a look of agony on his face. How could it be that cold in there? Lydia wonders to herself. Air conditioning isn't that affective. Use your brain Lydia! How could they get it to be so cold? That's when notices the small machines in each corner of the room. The machines are releasing liquid nitrogen into the room. Scott has only his boxers to keep him warm. The man holds Lydia's head to the window long enough for her to see the machines turn off and the heat to turn on. It's cranked as high as it will go. At first Scott seems relieved, then he begins to sweat profusely. Scott lays motionless on the hot floor, sweat dripping off of him.

Finally the man lets Lydia look away. Lydia backs away from the door and just in time to see that Allison and Isaac are finished with their punishment. Lydia sprints to the small room where Allison is and catches her best friend as they unbound her hands. She falls limply into Lydia's arms, blood coating every inch of her body. Fifty deep cuts, spread throughout her entire body. Lydia helps Allison stumble out of the room. She finds Derek with Isaac's arm slung over his shoulders. Lydia and Derek lead Allison and Isaac to the infirmary where Derek begins to tend to their wounds. Lydia rushes back downstairs to the basement. Stiles has to be beat for another forty five minutes and Cora has about twenty five more cuts to go. As for Scott, he is stuck down here until tomorrow. Lydia watches as Cora bleeds onto the floor, as Scott becomes dehydrated, and as Stiles gets beaten like a hunk of play-doh.
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Time drags on to an unbearable extent. Lydia watches, pained at the sight of her injured friends. Cora has just finished receiving one hundred cuts. Lydia begins to walk to her to help her upstairs, but Derek beats her to it. He grabs his sister and pulls her away from the crowd, which has thinned since this disaster began. Lydia turns back to Stiles. Checking that clock she sees, he only has five minutes left of torture. Blood seeps from every gash in his skin. Bruises scorch his skin, like a morbid painting of  blacks, blues, and browns. By now, he is barely conscious, his eyes closed with his body swinging back and forth as he is punched. Every muscle filling his body is limp and useless. Blood seeps from his open lips and he struggles for air. Every once in a while he chokes in the crimson liquid and spits it up onto the floor. Stiles' clothes are shredded and soaked in his own blood. Lydia is grateful to notice that Mike is elusively avoiding Stiles' skull. Finally, Mike takes a knife from his pocket and cuts Stiles down. He falls to the ground in a heap of fragile bones, groaning upon the impact. Lydia throws herself at Stiles and helps him stand. He tries desperately to walk with her, but fails miserably. Lydia struggles her way to the stairs. She climbs them each, one by one, knowing where she must go. Stiles begins to cough as they reach the final set of steps. Blood splatters from his mouth. It dots the floor and Lydia's shirt. Lydia groans as she pulls their weight into the infirmary. Derek is preoccupied with helping Cora and doesn't get a chance to help Lydia. Isaac forces himself out of bed and helps Lydia lay Stiles on a clean bed before returning to his own cot. Allison blinks as Stiles gets settled.

"What is Scott like?" Allison asks worriedly. Lydia finds herself only able to shake her head disdainfully. Allison's heart shatters.