𝔇𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔞 // STILES STILINSKI

9

"So if every room has a Bible..." Allison began, leaning her hands on the bed.

"Then there could be articles in every room." Hayley sighed. This place was getting more and more disturbing by the minute. Hayley couldn't quite comprehend that a place would showcase such a horrifying thing like this- they showed it off like a prize.

"That's a beautiful thing." Stiles spoke, sarcasm clear. His hands moved around with his words, "Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred."

Hayley sighed as Lydia began speaking again, "What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" She asked, looking between her friends. Their eyes all travelled to the door before Stiles bolted towards it, opening it and running out.

The other hotel room was locked, Stiles was moving the handle up and down and it did nothing, just rattled unnecessarily loud.

"No, that was not locked before." Lydia said, looking between Allison and Hayley as they were there earlier.

"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here," Allison suggested.

Stiles bolted again and the rest of them turned their heads, ready to move too when a whirring sound filled their ears. The sound was disconcerting and grabbed all their attention.

They turned to the door, "I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia asked, eyes wide.

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on." Hayley stated having recognised the sound. Allison agreed and in the corner of her vision Hayley saw Stiles step forwards, putting his head between the two.

"Handsaw!?" Stiles exclaimed, holding onto the balcony rails for support.

Hayley tried the door again, not expecting it to open. Surprisingly, it did.

Odd, she thought but didn't dwell on it.

They rushed in to see one of the twins, Ethan, holding the handsaw up; his torso bare, the same distant look in his eye. Slowly, he brought it down, trying to get to his stomach. "Hey, no! Ethan, don't!" Stiles shouted. Just as the handsaw was about to touch his stomach, Stiles barrelled into him, knocking him off his feet.

They both strained and grunted as they pushed each other round the room, the handsaw was thrown across the room still whirring incessantly. Hayley looked to her right and saw the plug the handsaw was attached too. She grabbed the red wire and pulled it.

Ethan had the upper hand and had pushed Stiles, hard. Stiles fell, he lifted himself by his hands. Eyes staring at the handsaw that was about to cut his face had it been on. His eyes were wide and Allison helped him up.

Hayley saw Ethan get his claws out, obviously not done. He grabbed them and tried to scratch at his stomach, roaring at the pain. Allison and Stiles rushed over, each grabbing an arm to pull out, to get away from his stomach.

His werewolf strength meant it wasn't an easy job, the two getting thrown around as Ethan attempted to push them off. He threw his arms out to get their bodies out the way when he lost balance, flying into the heater in front of him.

The sizzling sound of his skin burning filled the air as he screamed in pain. Lying on the floor and putting his claws towards his chest. He breathed heavy and looked between the four of them confused. As Ethan stood up he asked, "What just happened?" Before running out the door.

"Ethan!" Stiles shouted, chasing after him. The girls following too.

Ethan was walking down the stairs, buttoning up his shirt at the same, "Didn't you hear what I just said?" He let out laboured breaths, "I don't know how I got there or what I was doing."