Pain is something I have become tolerable to. Both physical and emotional pain. I've been through enough of both to learn that there are worse things and that I just need to suck it up and push through it. I've been bitten, cut, stabbed, shot, pushed, shoved, punched, kicked-- hell you name it, it's happened to me.

None of that compares to what I'm feeling right now.

I'm strapped down to a table, my wrists and ankles are in these leather straps that are too tight for my liking. I also have one going over my torso. I'm literally pinned to this table and the only thing I can move is my head. There is a light hanging above me, but from what I can see, I'm not in a hospital. It looks like I'm underground somewhere if I'm being honest. There are glass tanks everywhere with weird stuff inside of them. I can hear a hissing and bubbling sound, but I have no idea what it could be.

"Kasey," a distorted robotic voice called out.

I turned my head and saw the Dread Doctor that uses the cane, approaching me. He had his lab coat off and instead was in a red vest with a white shirt underneath. It looked extremely old fashioned and it didn't surprise me that was what they wore.

He grabbed a needle type device, the one I saw them have when they were in the basement, and he approached me with it. My eyes were wide as he lined up the tip to my neck. He was silent as the needle penetrated my skin, I hissed out in pain and I had no idea what the hell he was putting into my body.

"What are you doing to me? What is that?" I asked him, jerking on the restraints slightly.

He pulled the needle out of my skin and dabbed at the area with a napkin, "Starting your treatment."

"My treatment?" I echoed as he began to walk away, leaving me alone in this room.

What does he mean my treatment? What the hell did he just inject me with? I started tugging on the restraints once again but they were too strong and I was too weak. I'm just stuck here. I have no idea where they took Hayden or Liam. I hope they didn't hurt Liam. I don't think they will hurt Hayden because they are still trying to figure out if she is a success or not, but Liam means nothing to them so they could hurt him.

My neck was burning at the sight of where the needle had hit me. I feel drained, like of anything and everything. I have no idea what they're doing to me but I really would like to get an idea. I need at least an idea so I know what I need to prepare myself for.

The door opened and another Dread Doctor entered. He was wheeling in a table that had several utensils on it. Several sharp utensils. I swallowed nervously as he pushed the table beside the chair that I was strapped onto. I think it's a chair, it's like a dentist chair almost, only it's made of metal and not a cushion.

He began to sift through his toys before he settled on a normal look scalpel. My eyes widened as he lifted up my shirt, exposing my lower stomach, "What are you doing?"

"Testing your ability to heal." he responded, his voice sounding just as robotic as the first dread doctor.

My ability to heal? I guess I'll heal like I normally do, but maybe I won't. Are the Dread Doctors considered supernatural, because if they are then I will heal relatively quick but if not then it will take forever and I'm going to be stuck with a lot of open wounds.

I struggled to move my head so I could get a better look at what he was doing to me, "I don't heal the way that you think I do."

"You will." he responded.

I heard Liam screaming from the other side of the wall and my eyes went wide. What are they doing to him? Oh my God are they killing him? What about Hayden? Is she okay? What are they doing to her? I started breathing heavier, "Cut me open all you want, I don't freaking care just don't hurt Liam, are you even listening to me? Oh my God."

The Dread Doctor seemed to ignore my request, but he pressed the scalpel to my skin and I screamed as I felt the flesh being ripped open. My eyes were welling with tears as he slid the blade across my entire stomach, my screams were bouncing off the walls and causing my ears to ring. I could see the blood oozing off onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

I was panting as he grabbed another sharp tool that looked extremely vintage and he pressed the blade into the cut that he had just made. It felt like he was ripping apart my insides and I tried jerking away in the restraints but I wasn't moving. All I could do was lay here and scream. I can call for help all I want but I know that nobody will be able to hear me. I can scream all I want but it's not going to do me any good.

He then grabbed another needle and he jabbed it into the wound, I screeched as he injected me with something else. This time I felt the burn immediately, whatever he had just shot me up with I could feel it seeping into my bloodstream. I started choking due to how heavy I was breathing, but he continued to grab more tools to cut me open with. I coughed out, "Please stop."

He responded with, "You're not done."

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"Kasey? Kasey, can you hear me?"

My vision was fuzzy as I came into consciousness. I was still strapped down to a table, but my door was open and I could vaguely make out a figure of someone laying on the floor. I blinked rapidly as I tried to clear my vision, but it was hard.

I recognized that voice, it was Liam. Which meant he was still alive. Which to me, is good news.

"Liam? Are you alright?" I managed to rasp out, my throat was burning from all the screaming I had been doing.

I'm not sure how long I had been out for, nor was I sure how long we had been down here. It feels like forever because I've had nothing but blades and needles being put into me. It hurts, everything hurts and I just want to cry but I don't think I have any tears left in me.

My door was then slammed shut and the Dread Doctor with the cane emerged forward. I whimpered as he took a seat beside me, his hands fiddling with the sharp objects on the table. I don't know how much more of this I can take. My body isn't healing as well as to be expected and they are running out of room to cut me.

I'm not sure if I'm going to die down here or not. I really hope that I can find a way out because that means I will be dying on bad terms with Scott. That means I will be dying without saying goodbye to Stiles. That means that everything I've done to survive up until this point was for nothing. After everything that we've gone up against, these psycho doctors are going to be the ones to kill me.

How did this even happen? How did we get here? I can't remember anything other than pain.

"Please," I choked out, "I can't do anymore."

"Your condition improves," he spoke as he grabbed another weird looking blade.

I swallowed thickly, "No, it's not improving. I'm not healing."

"You're changing."

I'm changing? What the actual hell-- oh my God. Oh my God, no! As soon as I realized what he was doing to me I started using every ounce of strength I had and began thrashing around wildly in my chair. I know what they're doing to me. They are turning me into a chimera. I thought they were experimenting on me because they knew I was an Admonere and they were trying to get answers, but now I know that they are trying to turn me into something else.

I can't become one of these things. I can't be a science experiment. What if I'm a failure? What if I start to reject the change and I die? I can't die like this. I just can't. I've worked too hard on so many things to go out like this.

"Please, don't!" I cried out as he injected me with something else.

The familiar burn stretched through my body and I cried out in pain. He made another incision on my side and I winced as the blade ripped through my skin. I could feel every aspect of this torture and it was starting to become too much. They've cut me open so many times, I don't know how my organs haven't fallen out onto the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered fearfully, but wanting the answer regardless.

He didn't respond. Instead he got up from his seat and wheeled over something that looked like a vamped up IV system. It was a glass container with black liquid inside of it, and there was a thick black tube hanging down from it.

"You can't be serious," I breathed out when I realized he was going to put that inside of me.

He pulled the mechanism over and I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to watch this process. I felt the bite of the blade on the inside of my forearm and I let out another scream as he wedged the hefty tube into my arm, stretching the hole he had just cut. He then flipped a switch and the black liquid began to pump inside my body.

It made me feel weak, like I was barely breathing. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing next, but he was gone before I could see him. The door was still shut and I was left alone once again.

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"STOP! STOP HURTING HER! STOP HURTING HER!"

Liam's voice pulled me back awake for the second time today. It was muffled and I could barely make it out but I knew it was him. I assumed he was yelling at the Dread Doctors about Hayden. I have a feeling they are in the same room together. I'm not exactly sure why they have me closed off by myself, but I don't like it.

The black container was nearly empty now and it made me sick to stomach to think that all of that was inside of me right now. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I need to remain calm so I can try and figure out a way to get out of here. Obviously, we aren't going to be found. The Dread Doctors are pretty well hidden. So, it's up to the three of us to find a way to escape.

I'm not exactly sure how we are going to do that just yet.

Obviously, they have all three of us weakened at this point. Hell, who knows what they have been doing to Hayden. I can only hope that it wasn't worse than what I've been going through. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, not even Theo.

As I let Theo enter my mind, I remembered about him and Stiles... about how I never got to check on them and see if he was okay. I knew that it had to be him around the smoke, I just wish that I could have gotten confirmation that he was okay before I was taken. I wish Scott and I would have made up, too. I left everything kind of messy and I don't want to die with leaving things that way. I want to be on good terms with everyone. I want everyone to actually miss me.

Liam was silenced and I had no idea what they had done to get him to shut up. My door opened once again and a Dread Doctor entered with a smaller needle. I winced as he approached me, knowing that he was once again injecting me with something else. This needle didn't hurt as bad as the other ones, so I barely felt it break through the skin. I also didn't feel a burning sensation after it entered my body. He then looked at my stomach, which I couldn't see, and he sat the needle down on the table.

"Your condition improves," he said.

I was slightly relieved, because that meant I was healing. At the same time, it scared me because that meant whatever they had injected me with is what was doing the healing. They had turned me into a chimera and I'm not sure what I'm a hybrid of. I'm hoping it's a werewolf, because at least then I'll have an inkling of an idea of how to control it. I pray to God it's not a Kanima or something worse, like a Wendigo.

They turned Hayden into a wolf, so maybe they'll turn me into one too.

"Can I see it?" I asked, not knowing if he would actually let me see my stomach or not.

He turned around and grabbed a dingy looking mirror. He then held it in front of my face and I gasped at what I saw. My eyes were once again a dark shade of purple. I knew that he had turned me back into an Admonere werewolf hybrid.

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THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

Scott McCall had been feeling nothing but anger towards his sister lately. Every time he would look at her, disappointment would cloud his judgement. Kasey had broke the rule that he swore to live by-- hell that they both swore to live by, but he was starting to think that maybe she hadn't exactly agreed with him on that either. The McCall twins were polar opposites but they still usually agreed on one thing and that was to follow the code that Allison Aren't instilled in them; to protect those who can't protect themselves. Apparently, Kasey had broken that rule.

Although he has been feeling nothing but anger towards her, now the only thing he feels is panic. He lost her. He turned his back on her and she was taken and he can't find her. His heart is breaking because he's not so sure that he'll be able to find her in time and he doesn't want her to die thinking that he hates her. He doesn't want her to die because he's not ready to say goodbye to her. He has to find her. He just has to.

He hasn't even told Stiles that she's missing yet and he knows that as soon as he reveals this information, Stiles is going to lose it. He's going to think that Scott had let this happen because he was still mad at Kasey and he didn't care enough to look out for her. Which wasn't exactly the truth, he had just thought that Kasey was relatively safe compared to Liam and Hayden.

He regrets leaving her alone. He regrets not trying to hear her out, but after what Theo told him it was heard to justify her side. Scott had planned on trying to see things her way, but then that day when they were at the hospital because of Lydia, Theo told him what Kasey had said to Stiles.

Theo told him that Kasey didn't think Tracy was worth saving and she didn't hesitate to take her out to protect the group. He told him that Kasey liked killing her. He told him that Kasey feels no remorse for what she did and she would do it again if the opportunity presents itself. When Theo had told Scott that he overheard Kasey telling this to Stiles, his heart sank. He had hoped that maybe Kasey had just been angry in the heat of the moment and said things she didn't mean... but why would Kasey be so angry at Tracy to say that? Theo obviously was telling the truth because why would he lie to Scott about something so life altering? 

Scott thinks that's a majority of the reason why Kasey dislikes Theo, because he's trying so hard to do the right thing and she doesn't want him trying to get her to do what she doesn't want to do. 

Malia and Scott were both frantically searching the Beacon Hills Reserve for three scents; Kasey's being one of them. The crisp night air wasn't making it easy to find, but there was no scent relatively close to either of them. Scott knew that he had lost her and he wasn't going to be able to find her as easily as he had hoped. 

He wasn't going to give up on her, though. He would continue to search for her because he knew that she wouldn't give up on him. If the situations were reversed Kasey would do whatever it would take to find him. Hell, she's proved that she cares about him so much on more than one occasion. He's never felt this pain in his chest before, but he doesn't like it one bit.

Scott came to an abrupt halt when he reached the cliff overlooking Beacon Hills. His sister could be anywhere out there and he has no idea how to find her. He let out the loudest howl that he could muster, praying that Liam would be able to hear them so he could possibly howl back. That was the only option he had at this point.

Malia jogged over to him when she recognized his howl. When she arrived she found him on his knees, panting due to the fact that the howl had taken a lot out of him.

"There's no scent. No tracks. No way to find them." he sighed in defeat.

The were coyote glanced at the lights off in the distance, "But Liam can howl back, right?"

Scott's face fell as he turned to face her, "Only if he heard me."

He had a terrible feeling that Liam wouldn't be able to hear him. He had no idea where they could be but he knew that they had to be somewhere remote. The Dread Doctors haven't been able to be located up until this point and that was obvious for a reason. They knew what they were doing and they knew how to hide. Scott only hoped that he would be able to be the one to find them.

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I opened my eyes hesitantly, praying that I would wake up in my bedroom rather than the hellhole that I've been in. Sadly, I was still strapped down to the chair and my body felt like it was on it's last leg. I'm in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore. I've cried so much my eyes on fire and my throat is beyond dry. 

The door slid open and I let out a sigh, knowing that they were back and they were going to do yet another painful experiment on me and I was starting to get used to it at this point. I can't keep track of how many times they've cut me open or how many different tubes into my arms and legs. After the black gunk was pushed into my system, they brought in one that was green and that one burned a hell of a lot worse than the black stuff. I screamed the entire time and it wouldn't surprise me if someone above ground had heard me. 

My head rolled to the side as I watched the Dread Doctor mess with some utensils on the table on the opposite side of the room. I had no idea what was in store for me now, but I didn't want to find out. I just wanted to go home. He turned me into a chimera, mission accomplished... now let me go. 

"Your condition improves," he said to me. 

His voice never failed to make my skin crawl. It was distorted and robotic and it sounded evil. I let out a sigh, because I didn't now if that was a good or bad thing. Every time he says my condition improves he takes something else and sticks it inside of me, but I guess it means that my body isn't rejecting whatever is going in so that's good in a way. I don't want to survive if I'm going to be stuck down here the whole time, though. 

I'd rather die than have to live through this constant torture. 

And something was telling me that my wish may just be granted.

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POOR KASEY. I'M HAVING FUN WRITING OFF SCRIPT THOUGH. I'M TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR NOT POSTING YESTERDAY SO I'M POSTING TWICE TODAY. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS CHAPTER. BE SURE TO FAN, VOTE AND COMMENT WHAT YOU THOUGHT AND WHAT YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN. ALSO, THE BOMB WAS DROPPED ABOUT SCOTT AND THEO AND WHY HE IS TRULY ANGRY WITH KASEY. OH SNAP.