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School / Woods / Animal Clinic -

Chapter Eighty-Two
⚡Superposition⚡

Amara had her eyes closed as she laid next to Lydia when all if the sudden Lydia shot up, screaming. "Woah, hey! Lydia, what's wrong?" Amara asked as she grabbed Lydia's arm, "Did you hear that?" Lydia asked and Amara furrowed her brows.

"All I heard was you screaming." Amara said and Lydia shook her head, "No, it was the sound of a train passing through the room..." Lydia said and Amara raised her eyebrows. "Is there any possibility that you were having a nightmare?" Amara asked and Lydia shook her head slightly, "I wasn't asleep..."

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Amara walked into the school and instinctively walked over to a locker and leaned against it. A couple minutes later, Lydia walked up to her, looking at her in confusion. "Who are you waiting for? You normal wait at my locker." Lydia asked making Amara furrow her brows before looking at the locker she was leaning against.

"I'm not sure..." Amara trailed off slightly making Lydia hum slightly, "Come on. We got to get to math." Lydia said, grabbing Amara's hand as Amara groaned. "I hate math." Amara said and Lydia chuckled, "Oh, I know. You say it everytime we study." Lydia said.

Malia sat in math class when Lydia and Amara walked into class as the bell rang. "I'm impressed with most of you. It really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your own education. Everyone else? See me for extra help." Ms. Flemming said as she started passing out graded papers.

Ms. Flemming gave Malia a knowing look and handed her the quiz making Malia look at it to see she was given a D-. Malia growled under her breath as she gripped the edges of her desk so hard that her claws came out. Lydia immediately began distracting Ms. Flemming while Amara hid Malia's hand and gave her a look.

"Ms. Flemming-" Lydia started to say but Ms. Flemming cut her off, "I already told you, Lydia- I don't give extra credit for alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings." She said making Lydia make an awkward as Ms. Flemming walks away to continue passing back the test.

"Malia, claws." Amara whispered and Malia sat back and took a deep breath before slightly holding up her hand to show she no longer had her claws out.

Lydia notices someone out of the corner of her eye and turns to find that an older woman wearing scrubs and a white lab coat is sitting at the desk next to her, behind Amara. Lydia frowns slightly and looks around, confused, before she leans toward the woman and whispers to her. "Excuse me, who are you?" She whispered and the women turned to look at her with wide eyes, but says nothing.

"What are you doing in this class?" Lydia asked and the women's eyes widen and her mouth opened wide as the classroom starts to rattle as what appears to be a train passes right next to the school. A high-pitched squeal ran throughout the class room making, Lydia cover her ears with her hands as she flinches in pain.

After a moment, the premonition passes, and Lydia frantically looks around to find that the doctor is gone and that no one else in the class seems to have witnessed what just happened. Amara, hearing Lydia's heartbeat raising, looked back at her girlfriend. "What's wrong?" Amara asked and Lydia just took a deep breath and shook her head slightly.

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Math class has ended, and Lydia, still unnerved by the premonition she had, is rushing down the entrance hall in hopes of catching up with that women and getting answers about what her premonitions mean.

When she makes it to the end of the hall and pushes open the double doors, the scene turns from day to night. Lydia looked around in confusion as a voice is heard, but nobody was present.

"You know me? Oh, thank God you know me!"

Lydia quickly turns toward the voice a strong gust of wind tousles her hair, causing dead leaves blow around her as well.

"Do you see him?"

Lydia squints her eyes and looks around to find what the voice is talking about but still sees no one around her.

"Do you see him?"

Lydia's arm are outstretched as if she was gripping someone's hands.

"All right, come on! Come on!"

Suddenly, Lydia is pulled forward by an invisible force, her left arm still outstretched as though someone was pulling her toward the parking lot.

"This way!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! This way! This way!"

Lydia gets tugged in a different direction by the invisible force, but the longer it goes on the more she begins to panic. "Where are they?" A new voice said that sounded exactly like Amara.

"Everywhere!"

"You will forget me."

"I'm not gonna just forget you like that!" The voice that sounded like Amara said as Lydia desperately rushes after the voice in hopes of finding the source when suddenly, Malia's and Amara's voice is heard as well. "Lydia! Look out!"

Suddenly, Lydia is pulled out of her flashback/premonition and back into the real world, where she finds herself yanked backward out of the middle of the street by Amara just before Lydia could get ran over by a car. The driver of the car honks at the girls in annoyance as they pass. With the crisis averted, the sisters looked at Lydia with concern as she attempts to catch her breath and understand what she just experienced.

"Are you okay?" Amara asked as she gently grabbed Lydia's face for a moment and Lydia sighs before she responds, clearly confused and overwhelmed by the premonition she just had, "I'm fine." She said and the two sister don't seem satisfied by this answer and gives her a worried and confused look. "What were you doing?" Malia asked and Lydia looked at them distinctly.

"I don't know... It was like I was trying to remember something but it wasn't my memory..." Lydia trailed off slightly.

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It is late at night, and Amara and Lydia walked down the stairs toward the boiler room. Lydia gripped onto Amara's hand visibly on edge, not knowing what to expect. "Malia?" Amara called out as they wanders through the aisles between shelves.

"Over here."

They follow the sound of Malia's voice until they finally find her next to another shelf, where she has shackled one of her wrists to it and is attempting to do the same to the other. Amara frowned slightly as she and Lydia walk closer to Malia, "Has it really come to this?" She asked.

Malia rattles her right hand, which is holding the shackle that she can't lock due to her left wrist already being cuffed, "Can you give me a hand?" Malia asked and Lydia just raised her eyebrows. "If this is a new after-school club... Count us out?" She said and Malia sighs in frustration and worry.

"I've got a problem. I'm growling at people in class, I'm clawing at my desk... I tried turning the floor of my bedroom into a coyote den." Malia said making their eyed widen slightly, "Do these look familiar to you?" Malia asked and Amara frowned as she looked at the chains. "No, why would they?" She said making Malia sighed in frustration.

"Malia, do you really think this is going to keep you safe?" Lydia asked and Malia nodded, "They used to! Before the lake house, this is where I'd come for the full moon. But neither of you were down here with me. Scott wasn't down here with me." Malia explained and Amara nodded slightly.

"Right. So... who was?" She said and to demonstrate her point, Malia once again holds up her hands, as her left wrist has been shackled, but her right hand, which is free, is still simply clutching the chains. She tried to pull her hands together, but due to the short amount of chain between the shackles and where they attach to the wall, unable to touch her hands together. "You couldn't have done it alone..." Lydia said and Malia nodded.

Just then, Amara's phone buzzes, and she pulls it out took at it before looking up at Malia and Lydia.

"It's Scott."

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Amara, Lydia and Malia pull up to the entrance to the preserve and when they get out the car, Scott walks toward them to meet them there, handing them flashlights as he does so before explaining his reasoning for calling them out there so late at night. "Hey. I went to bed at home, and I woke up out in the woods, about a mile out. I think there's a reason why this has happened." Scott says as he leads the three women further into the woods

"I've been out here before. It was the beginning of sophomore year, the night before tryouts for first line. I remember because it was all that I could think about." Scott said and Malia looked at him confused, "What were you doing?" She asked.

"Looking for a dead body." Scott sais while Lydia made a face, "...That's morbid." She said and Scott nodded. "So, then, what was I doing out here all alone?" Scott asked and Lydia sighed, "I wish I could help you, but I didn't know you then." She said and Malia shrugged slightly. "I was still a coyote, so I might have tried to eat it." Malia suggested, "I was asleep. Also, Malia- If you had tried to eat the body, you would have eaten our cousin." Amara said.

"Deaton said that my subconscious is trying to tell me something... But I need you guys to help me figure out what it's saying." Scott says and Lydia sighs as she thinks about this for a moment. "Maybe you were just a curious teenager? You heard there was a body-" She says but Scott interjects before she can finish her train of thought, "But how? I never watched the news, and I didn't have a police scanner." He said.

"Amara told you because Makena told her." Malia said and Amara shook her head, "No, I knew better than you listen into my mom's phone calls and she never told me things until after so then I wouldnt interfere with an invitation... Also I was like dead asleep that night." Amara said and Malia pursed her lips.

"Your mom works at the hospital. Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?" Malia said and Scott shook his head and stopped walking before turning around to face the girls. "My mom wasn't home that night." Scott said paused in thought for a moment, "I live five miles away from here. How did I get here?" He asked and Malia shrugged.

"You drove?"

"I didn't have a car."

"You ran?"

"I couldn't have. I had asthma. I was hiding, but they knew I was here." Scott asked and Malia shrugged, "Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing?" She suggested. "How would they know that it was me?" He asked and the girls glanced at each other as they consider this question for a moment before shrugging, none of them having a good answer to explain it.

"Why would the Sheriff even think I would be out here?" Scott asked and Lydia shrugged, "Because, like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural." She said and Scott shook his head. "But I wasn't supernatural. I mean, this was the night that I was bitten. I wasn't a Werewolf yet... And I wasn't out here alone. I know it sounds crazy, but..." He said and Scott hesitates nervously for a moment before he continues, "I think I had a best friend, other than Amara. And I think he was out here with me that night." He said and Malia nodded.

"It doesn't sound crazy. I know that someone chained me up, and I think they wanted me to stay human." Malia said and Lydia nodded, "Yeah, I've been having a feeling like I'm missing someone, like a friend." She said and Amara sighed softly.

"I came to school this morning, and I was so sure I was supposed to meet someone... But I can remember who it was supposed to be. Whoever it is... I think he my best friend. Maybe even like a brother." She said and Scott nodded.

"What if we're all missing the same person? I think that he was in this picture." Scott asked as he pulls out a picture and shows it to them. It was of the four of them sitting at one of the table outside of the school. Amara gently grabs the photo when she notices the space in between her and Scott.

"He was sitting right there."

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Scott, Malia, Amara, Lydia and Deaton stand around in the darkened exam room. The piece of greenish-blue glass from the windshield of the Turner family's car on a string that hangs from a beaker stand and have illuminated it with an LED light, which sits in front of Lydia on the exam table.

Scott, Amara and Malia all look to Deaton for an explanation of what they're about to do. "Now she just magically writes down all the answers?" Malia asked and Deaton gives her a patient smile.

"It's not quite that simple." He said making Lydia sigh, "It never is." She said and Deaton turns to look at Lydia, holding a pen that is hovering over a piece of paper on the table in front of her. "In automatic writing, the hand moves outside of any conscious awareness. Now, hopefully, the silence, the darkness, and the light will allow you to find a more comfortable trance-like state. Lydia, I want you to stare into the light, and let go of all thought..."

Lydia does just that, and after a moment of staring blankly at the glass, her entire body begins to relax. Shortly afterward, her hand begins to write on the sheet of paper. While she works, Deaton, Scott, Amara and Malia step back to talk, keeping their voices low in an effort to not disturb Lydia's focus.

"I have to warn you... We may not be able to access these memories." Deaton said making Scott frown slightly, "Why not?" He asked. "The legend has always been that the Wild Hunt takes people. But, if what you're telling me is right, the truth is much worse. They erase people from reality." He said and Scott looks over at Lydia, who is now fully in a trance as she scribbles on the sheet of paper with her pen.

"How do we remember people who has been completely erased from our minds?" Scott asked and Deaton's exhausted expression indicates that he has no idea of how they will do it. Meanwhile, Lydia's focus on her writing has become even more intense, with her hand scrawling words across the page in a faster and more erratic fashion.

As she scribbles even more furiously, she begins rocking back and forth in the same rhythm as her hand writes on the paper. Just then, Amara, noticing her girlfriend's frenetic movements, jerks her head toward her as she speaks to Deaton, Scott and Malia in order to get their attention. "Maybe they haven't been..." She said making them look over at Lydia.

The four of them all become shocked and concerned when Lydia begins panting from exertion as writes as fast as she possibly can. "Oh, is she...? Should we stop her?" Scott asked and was about to rush forward to bring her back to the real world, but Deaton holds a hand up to stop him as he slowly steps toward her to try to gently get her attention.

"Lydia? Lydia? Slow down."

When Lydia doesn't react to his voice, Deaton shuts off the light that illuminated the piece of glass, and Lydia instantly drops the pen and sits back in her chair, though she still remains in a trance and doesn't say a word. Deaton and Scott lean forward to take a closer look and try to get her attention, but she doesn't appear to know they are there.

"Is she okay?" Scott asked worriedly and Amara gently grabbed Lydia's shoulder to speak with her face-to-face, but Lydia's eyes are still fixed on the top of the table, "Lydia?"

While Deaton and Scott try to rouse Lydia from her trance, Malia slides the sheet of paper on which Lydia was scribbling to see what she wrote. On the paper, Lydia has written the word "MISCHIEF" in tiny letters all over the page in what appears to be random waves. Malia frowns in confusion before holding the page out for Deaton, Amara and Scott to see.

"What does "mischief" mean?" She asked and Scott and Amara turns their attention from Lydia to the paper and examines it closely. After a moment, realization crossed over Amara's face. "That's not the only thing she wrote..." She said when she realizes the word wasnt just in waves.

The words "MISCHIEF" actually form larger letters that compose one single word- "STILES." Scott, Amara and Malia share a concerned look until Lydia suddenly awakens with a gasp and looks up at the two with a confused and exasperated expression.

"What the hell is a Stiles?"