"Layla." The doctor spoke as he circled the young girl sitting in the chair, her eyes dark and her smile sadistic.

"Guess again." The intruder spoke in Layla's voice.

The doctors had succeeded. They had reincarnated the Chimera Goddess. Soon she would break the teenage within, destroy her mind and soul until she succumbed to the intoxicating power. And when that happened they would be bound for eternity.

And together they would release havoc on the world, for forgetting the goddess' name, for no longer worshipping her. They would regret the day they born and they would bow to them or with one look they could boil their blood from within, or make them hallucinate to the point of insanity.

So many different forms of torture, and this goddess had the power to destroy the entire human race.

For Layla Stilinski would be the Chimera Goddess, and the Chimera Goddess would be Layla Stilinski.

And together they would burn the world.

- - -

Layla bit her lip so hard that she tasted the metallic taste of her blood.

Blood.

That was all that filled her senses. It was all she could taste, hear, feel and smell. She felt the warm blood trickling down her head, stomach, arms and legs. The smell filling her nostrils to the point were she wanted to vomit, the taste of the blood now in her mouth not helping. Her superhuman hearing forced her to hear every slice Doctor Valack made and hear as the blood rolled down her body, streaking her pale skin.

Tears stung her eyes and sweat beads rested on her forehead. It hurt to breath, hurt to move, hurt to even blink. But still she would not scream. She would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her screaming for death and pleading for mercy.

He constantly questioned her, as he did Lydia. But on two different topics. For Lydia, he wanted to know who the beast was, he was obsessed with finding out whom it was. But he was just obsessed with Layla. He wanted to know why the doctors chose her, why she had these powers bestowed upon her and why she hadn't fully accepted them yet.

He wanted to know how he could possess these powers. And he would, even if it meant slicing the teen into teeny tiny pieces. He didn't care.

"Oh come on Layla." He roared, stabbing her in the abdomen with full force due to his anger. The teen didn't even flinch, almost as though she were comatose. The scalpel cut through her skin with ease, blood splattered onto her already crimson abdomen. At this point he could see more blood than the colour of her skin, the wounds not really healing at all due to the constant supply of wolfsbane circling her system.

"Tell me why." He growled, hovering his face over hers. "Tell me why they chose you? Why are you what you are?"

Layla spat in his face.

Curling his lip, Doctor Varlack wiped the saliva off his face with his sleeve and sank back into the chair. He placed the bloody scalpel back on the trolley beside him, blood splattering his crisp white shirt. Having lost his patience, he picked up the drill and turned it on, the sound echoing through the room.

"I actually have no use for this on you really. You have all the answers. Or maybe you don't. So just in case, let me help jog your memory, maybe then you'll cooperate." He smiled.

And when he brought that drill down on Layla's head, for the first time in all those hours of torture she screamed. Her canines extended, her eyes turning violet as she howled and screamed in pain.

The sound echoed all through Eichen House.

And even Stiles Stilinski heard it.