Stiles shoved past the two girls and into the bathroom, shoving his sleeves up his forearms. He knelt down and tried to drain the tub, grunting as he realized he couldn't drain it.

"He blocked it." Stiles said, panic evident in his voice. "He blocked the drain with something, I can't get to it."

"What do we do?" Lydia asked, Stiles pulling his hands out of the water and shaking them off.

"Here, help me." Lydia knelt down next to him, both of them trying to move the safe. Stiles looked up a Beverly who sat frozen, her mouth slightly agape. "Help us!"

"Sorry." Beverly nodded, moving to help them. It wouldn't budge, all of them straining against the heavy metal.

"Is he dead?" Lydia asked, pushing her hair back from her forehead. "How long can a werewolf stay underwater?"

"You think I know that?" Stiles snapped, yanking on the safe.

"Werewolves." Beverly whispered, shaking her head as her wet hands slipped on the metal. "Fucking werewolves."

They tried once again to move the safe, failing miserably. Stiles stood and backed up, yelling out in pain as he walked into the heater. He rubbed his arm and stared at it, an idea forming in his head as he looked over at Boyd.

"Wait a sec, the heater." Stiles said, Beverly just looking between him and Lydia in confusion. "Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater."

"What?" Lydia and Beverly asked in sync, Stiles gesturing towards the heater.

"It's heat. Heat, fire. Heat does it, all right?" Stiles waved his arms around, Lydia growing more irritated. "We need something, we need fire."

"He's underwater!" The strawberry blonde snapped, smacking her hand on the tub.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that." He replied, narrowing his eyes at her. Beverly just watched them bicker, her eyes bouncing between them.

"Wait, wait." Lydia breathed, realization creeping onto her face. "The bus. On the bus, they'll have emergency road flares. They have their own oxidizers, they can burn underwater."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, go!" Lydia shrieked, his eyes widening before darting our of the room. Lydia and Beverly went back to yanking on the safe, but it was useless. Lydia looked over at Beverly, wetting her lips. "How did you know?"

"Know what?" Beverly breathed, Lydia just gesturing to the drowned boy in front of them. She nodded, mentally smacking herself. "I know it sounds crazy, but I saw it. Like a vision or something."

"I don't think you sound crazy." Lydia said softly, standing up. She held her hand out, Beverly taking it and hoisting herself up from the floor. "I believe you."

"Thanks." Bev bit down on her bottom lip, the two girls backing into the bedroom. She paused, her eyebrows furrowing as she held up her finger. "Do you hear that?"

"It sounds like crying." Lydia whispered, walking over to one of the beds. She knelt down, lifting up the edge of the blanket to see Isaac hiding under there. She stood up quickly, backing up towards Beverly.

"What is-" Her sentence ended with a scream when a hand grabbed her, maiming her turn around and smack Stiles in the chest. "Don't do that!"

"I got 'em." Stiles held up the flares in one hand, rubbing his chest with the other. "What do I do? How do I do this?"

"T-The cap." Lydia stuttered, watching his flip it around in his hands. "The cap's a match."

Stiles yanked the cap off of the flare, striking it against the flare repeatedly. There was no spark, Lydia letting out a nervous yell. "Stiles!"

"Yeah, I'm trying." He bit back, repeating the motion in a panic. He finally ignited it, letting out a shocked noise. They ran into the bathroom, Stiles shoving the flare into the water and touching Boyd with it.

Almost instantly he shot out of the water, the safe falling to the ground with a loud thump. The flare fell onto the ground as well, sputtering against the tiles. Beverly stumbled back into Stiles's chest, her eyes widening at the sight. His eyes were just like Isaac's, and he had fangs too.

"Holy crap." She breathed, Boyd turning to look at them.

"Isaac." Lydia said, tapping Stiles on the arm. "Isaac is under the bed."

He ran back into the bedroom, leaving Boyd with the two girls. His face was back to normal, looking at Lydia with a tired expression. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me." Lydia shook her head, grabbing Beverly's hand. "Thank her."

Boyd nodded towards Beverly, who gave him a nervous smile. They heard a yelp come from the room, signaling that Isaac had snapped out of his daze.

The three of them walked back into the bedroom in time to see Isaac stand up, glaring at Stiles while he rubbed his chest.

"We need to go find Scott, so you two," Stiles pointed at Boyd and Isaac, his eyebrows raised as they just stared at him. "Don't die."

Beverly, Lydia and Stiles ran out of the room, bumping into Allison in the hallway. Beverly looked around to see no other signs of life, much to her shock. Were all the people on the cross country team deaf and blind?

"I can't find Scott anywhere." Allison said as they descended down the stairs, panic evident in her voice.

"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles asked, Beverly focusing on not tripping and falling down the stone stairs.

"It has to be." Lydia said, her hands gliding down the railing. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"

"Yeah, I'll get it." Stiles stopped at the end of the stairs, his face falling as he slowly stepped forward.

Scott was in front of them with a flare in his hand, drenched in gasoline. It burned Beverly's nose, making her cover it up to try and block the smell.

"Scott." Allison said warily, walking towards him.  They all circled around him, so that they were standing in front of him. "Scott?"

He looked up at them, a blank expression on his face as he gripped the flare. "There's no hope."

"What do you mean, Scott?" A nervous and breathy laugh escapes Allison's lips, the girl trembling as she  tried to smile at him. "There's always hope."

"Not for me." His voice cracked, taking a deep breath. "Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault." Allison's voice wavered, tears forming in her eyes. "You know Derek wasn't your fault."

Beverly had no clue who Derek was, but she knew it would be inappropriate to even ask.

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt." He looked down at his feet, his voice monotone. "People keep getting killed."

"Scott, listen to me, okay?" Stiles stepped forward, swallowing the lump in his throat. "This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay, now-"

"What if it isn't?" He cut his best friend off, shaking his head. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?"

Scott started to cry, Allison's hand covering her mouth so that a sob wouldn't escape.

"It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were-we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all."

"Scott just listen to me." Stiles stepped forward, making Beverly's breath catch. "You're not no one, okay? You're someone, you're... Scott you're my best friend, okay? I need you. Scott, you're my brother. All right, so if you're gonna do this, then I think you're just gonna have to take me with you."

Stiles stepped into the pool of gasoline without flinching, tears streaming down his face as he grabbed the flare, pulling it from his best friend's hands. He tossed it behind him, the girls letting out a breath of relief.

The flare started to roll towards the gasoline, flames igniting as it hit. Lydia let out a scream and ran towards them, Allison and Beverly ducking out of the way as Lydia tackled the two boys to the ground.

They all fell, Beverly's hands smacking onto the parent and scratching them. She winced as she looked back at the explosion, gasping at what she saw in the flames.

A hooded figure with the same pale and disfigured face she had seen just a week before.

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