!MENTIONS OF SUICIDE!

"THE LAST TIME I SAW SCOTT ACT LIKE THAT was during the full moon," Allison informed Stiles, Lydia, and April after explaining her awkward and weird encounter with the McCall boy earlier that was more than them just being exes.

"Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me, too," the Stilinski boy replied as he paced around the girls' room. "But actually, it was Boyd who was really off — I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."

The Sharpe girl sighed when she realized why Isaac did what he just did. He was acting weird because of the stupid motel. God, she was so embarrassed that she almost did not tell them, "Isaac was acting weird too."

"When did you see Isaac?" Allison questioned with raised eyebrows, and the blonde just shrugged her off, not wanting to answer and deciding that there were more important matter at hand.

"See? It is the motel!" the Martin girl exclaimed, causing all of the heads to turn toward her as she pulled the Bible out of the drawer. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP, before the Werewolves go crazy and kill us."

Stiles sighed, holding his hand up to stop her. "Okay, just hold on, all right? hat if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison questioned, and April's eyes widened in realization. Were the boys the next ones to be sacrificed? That could not happen.

The sheriff's son nodded. "What if this time, it's three werewolves."

"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd..." the blonde girl muttered. Man, who knew that human sacrifices would be such a pain in the ass. It always seemed like anything supernatural had something to do with their little group.

Stiles suggested grimly, "Maybe we were made to come here." What if someone had somehow set that up just so that they could commit suicide in the motel with the greatest suicide rates?

"Exactly! So, can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" the strawberry blonde pleaded, not wanting her or any of her friends to be the next victims of the building.

"Wait, hang on. Let me see this," April told her friend, grabbing the Bible from her and flipping through the pages to find more news clippings just like the ones she found in the boys' room. She read, "'Twenty-eight-year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri.'" She passed it to Stiles. "There were a bunch of these in your guys' room too. Look at these two. They both mention room two-seventeen. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

The Argent girl mumbled, "So, if every room as a Bible..."

"There could be articles in all of the rooms," Lydia finished for her. There was probably an article for every single suicide that occurred at that motel for some weird, twisted reason.

"That's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow — this one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred," the Stilinski boy said sarcastically, tossing the book onto the bed.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" the Martin girl asked them, causing Stiles and April to furrow their eyebrows because they did not know what she was talking about. They went out of the room and to the one next door, but when they tried the handle, it was locked. Lydia muttered, "That was not locked before."

"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here," Allison told them while shaking her head, and they all followed her as she began walking toward their rooms.

They stopped abruptly when they heard a strange whirring coming from the locked room. They turned to stare at the door as the strawberry blonde quizzed, "I'm not the only one who hear that, am I?"

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on," the brunette girl pointed out, and when she did, the blonde girl listened. It certainly did sound like a handsaw.

"Handsaw?" Stiles exclaimed exasperatedly. Then, he proceeded to break the door door into opening, and then they saw Ethan standing there with the saw in his hands. He was lowering to his chest, and it was really close to being cut. "No! Ethan, don't!"

He lunged toward the werewolf, and they fought for a while over control of the tool until Lydia finally had to good sense to unplug it. As soon as she did, the boys dropped it, and the Stilinski boy fell, his forehead almost skimming the blade that was slowing down.

He whipped around just in time to see Ethan stick out his claws are try to plunge them into his chest and rip. Allison, Stiles, and April rushed over to him and tried to pull his arms away, but it did not help much until he fell and his arm hit the heater. 

Then, all of a sudden, he just seemed to snap out of it.

He looked around at all of them with a bewildered expression, signaling that he had no clue what was going on either. "What just happened?"

"Ethan!" Stiles called after him as the boy sprinted out of the room.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" the werewolf questioned with an annoyed voice as they followed him down the stairs and to the parking lot. "I don't know how I got there, or what I was doing."

Stiles sighed, arguing, "Okay, you could be a little more helpful, you know? We did just save your life."

"And you probably shouldn't have," the twin countered as he finished buttoning up his shirt and headed to what they assumed was whatever room he and Danny were staying in.

The Martin girl's arms flopped to her side as she looked around at her friends. "What now?"

"I'll find Scott." Allison informed them, already starting to head up the stairs. "You guys grab Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them out of this place."
"Sounds good," the Sharpe girl replied with a nod before following her back up the steps. She did not even notice that the other two had stopped behind them. The two girls split up at the top, and April headed toward Isaac and Boyd's room. 

She would be lying if she said that she was not nervous because she was. What if something else happened? Or worse — what if the motel and sacrifice had already gotten to one of them?  All of the talk about suicide was starting to get to her, so she was having flashbacks.

"Thirty-seven-year-old Genevieve Sharpe was found in her room by her 10-year-old daughter after overdosing on sleeping pills."

April whipped her head around to look behind her because the voice sounded so real, but when she did, there was no one there. She shook it off when she saw the door of Isaac's room cracked open. She pushed it lightly so that she could take a step inside. She called, "Isaac? Boyd?"

She paused when she heard whimpers coming from somewhere around her. She traced the noises to under the bed. She was a little scared as she crouched down and brought the sheets up so that she could look. She jumped when something moving flashes its eyes at her, but she breathed out in relief when she realized that it was just Isaac.

"Hey," she cooed gently so that she did not scare him. His head jerked up so that his terrified eyes met hers. He was sweating, but he was also shivering. "What's up, Isaac?"

He flinched once again when the door burst open, revealing Stiles and Lydia who went straight to the bathroom. She got up to her knees so that she could watch them to see what was happening, and through the crack of the bathroom door, she saw Boyd's hand draped over the side of the tub. 

"Is he okay?" she asked loudly so that they could hear her.

Stiles poked his head through the doorway to respond, "We don't know. We'll figure it out. Have you found Isaac yet?"

"Yeah," she informed him, taking another look under the piece of furniture to make sure the blonde boy was still there before popping her head back up. "Keep me updated."

"We may have found a way to snap them out of it," he told her, and he and Lydia talked a little bit more before he ran out of the room frantically to go get something.

April slipped onto the floor again, and this time she laid down so that her and Isaac could be eye-to-eye as she slowly began to slide herself under the bed with him. He winced with every move she made, but he let her get closer. "Hey, Isaac. It's okay. You're safe. What's wrong?"

"M-m-my dad," he stuttered out, and she couldn't tell if his teeth were chattering because he was scared or because he was freezing. Her gaze softened as she watched his scared frame shake.

After a minute or two, Stiles reappeared with two flares in his hands. Before throwing one to her, he called her name to get her attention. "April, here you go! Heat snaps them out of it."

"Thanks," she muttered as she caught the flare and ducked back under the bed as she lit the flare with the cap. She slowly held it out to the curly-haired boy. "Isaac, I've got something for you."

"I can't find Scott anywhere," Allison told them after they got everything with Boyd and Isaac sorted out. The four friends were running down the stairs nervously.

The blonde girl sighed, "It's happening to him too, isn't it?"

"It has to be," Lydia answered frantically, racking her brain for a solution. A lightbulb seemed to go off in her brain. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"

"Yeah, I'll get it," the Stilinski boy informed them with a nod, and that was when they realized the Sharpe girl that was still frozen on one of the stairs, staring off into space.

"The girl is now left parentless and is being left in the care of her aunt." The words echoed in April's brain, and her thoughts began to spin as it all came back to her, especially the picture of her dead mother etched into her brain.

Lydia questioned concernedly, "April, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she assured them, snapping out of her trance and catching up with them at the bottom of the steps. They all stopped again when they saw the scene in front of them.

Scott was standing in the middle of the parking lot, holding a lit flare. By the smell of it, he was drenched in gasoline, so if he dropped that flame, he would be completely down for whether he was a werewolf or not. 

Allison stared at her ex-boyfriend in shock along with her friends as they made their way in front of the boy and saw the empty jug of gasoline on the ground. "Scott?"

"There's no hope," the McCall by said defeatedly, his eyes weak and sad.

"What do you mean, Scott?" his best friend, the blonde girl asked him with a scared look in her eyes. One wrong move, and she could lose her best friend forever. "There's always hope."

The werewolf shook his head as the liquid dripped from his hair and dropped on the puddles beneath him. He was not really looking at any of them. He was just staring into space. "Not for me. Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault," the Argent girl reminded him even though he already knew.

The boy sighed sadly, his voice cracking as he went on. "Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head, telling you to do this. Okay? Now—" Stiles insisted as he took a few steps forward, but he was cut off by the boy with the flare.

"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night — the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me and April, we were...we were...we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. April was in the book club, for God's sake. 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, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone. You're — Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother, all right?" the Stilinski boy informed him.
"You're my brother too, so if you're gonna do this..." The blonde girl nodded, also walking forward so that she could stand next to Stiles. She then took one more step so that she was standing in the gasoline puddle. There was no turning back now, and she did not want to. This was her family. She was a bit shocked when the sheriff's son followed her lead. "Then, you're just gonna have to take us with you."

They got close enough that Stiles could wrap his hand around the flare, and Scott slowly released it while crying. The Stilinski boy chucked it over somewhere so that it landed on dry land. 

April quickly embraced her wet and awfully smelling best friend. It did not last long, though, because Lydia screamed, "No!" and pushed the three out of the way just before the flare rolled into the gasoline, causing an explosion.

"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know, but, in case you missed the announcement, the meet's canceled, so we're heading home," Coach yelled once he entered the bus and saw the five of them sleeping in various seats. They slowly woke up and looked around while rubbing their eyes. He then turned to the other students. "Pack it in. Pack it in!"The blonde girl was still half asleep when someone sat in the seat that she was in with her. She turned and was surprised to see that it was Isaac. He greeted, "Hey."

"Hey," she mumbled back sleepily. She raised her eyebrows at him in question. "How are you doing?"

"I would say better, but I don't remember much about last night," he told her, rubbing the back of his neck. To be fair, he did spend half of it under a bed...or on a bed.

Her cheeks grew a little red, and her heart sped up a bit as she recalled what happened the previous night. She asked nervously, "How much do you remember?"

"I, uh, remember going to my room with Boyd after we got off the bus," he answered, his eyes squinted like he was trying to remember more. "Everything after that is pretty much a blur."

"Oh," she whispered, and she was not sure if she was happy or sad that he didn't remember what happened between them in Scott and Stiles' room. She was also still confused as to why it caused him to do that."

He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw her expression and questioned, "Why? Did something happen? Did I do something bad other than, you know, hiding under my bed?" 

"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "No, nothing happened."