I know it's been a while, and I've gone back and forth on this so many times. With Derek and Isaac both gone, it feels like I'll be starting over. I did have some Liam/Laci manips made before my laptop crashed. I can't wait to write their friendship. Not sure if I'll have a romantic tie, at least not this season, and if there is, I'm not who it'll be. Any suggestions? I do not own anything in this chapter besides Laci, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 1

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Stiles stood with his friends, waiting to sign their initials on the book case. It was senior year, a year to celebrate. All they've accomplished. They'd survived all the hell they'd gone through the past three years. Well, most of them. Friends had come and gone, something that still frightened Stiles. They'd be going to different schools next year. They wouldn't be together.

The quirky brunette watched as his best friend took his turn, the pen shaking in his hand as he put Allison's initials down beside his. Scott paused, tears shining in his eyes as his hand started really trembling. He couldn't do it. It was still too fresh a wound.

Stiles stepped forward, putting his hand over Scott's. The two shared a look before the young alpha loosened his grip on the marker and passed it over to his best friend. Stiles took a deep breath, staring at the empty spot beside Scott's name. "You can do this, Stiles. Come on." He muttered to himself.

Taking another deep breath, he nodding and uncapped the marker. His hand shook as he wrote his late bet friend's initials. She should be here, she should have been here to see them beat Peter and Kate. She should have been there to say goodbye to Derek and Isaac. Who knows, maybe Isaac would have stuck around if she hadn't of died. Maybe Derek would have too.

Writing his own initials, he passed the marker on.

Getting here had been insane, and he didn't just mean tonight. Getting to senior year was an accomplishment all on its own. Werewolves, kanimas, kitsune's, hunters, a deadpool, banshees, he wasn't sure how much more he could take, but they survived it all. They had lost friends along the way; Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Derek, Allison . . . and Laci.

But they'd made friends too. Liam, Kira, Malia. He still had Scott, his brother. They could do this. They just needed each other and their friends. Lydia touched his arm, getting his attention back. Glancing back, he gave her a weak smile and nodded. He was okay. Well, as okay as he could be.

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Lights flickered. Steam blew out of the old pipes, water dripping onto the dirty floor. The room was dark, and empty besides the medical slab in the center. A body laid on it. The form was covered in dirt, a nice once yellow, dress now covered in a layer of dust.

A tube was inserted into her arm, her upper body and legs strapped down. All that could be heard was a faint beeping from the machine the tube was attached to. Her body was still, her chest not moving. Her skin had a grey tone to it, but was slowly getting color back.

Suddenly the machines went berserk, the beeping got louder as it echoed through the building. The body started thrashing around, a growl rumbling in her throat. Then, just like that, it stopped. The beeping quieted and the thrashing stopped.

The girl suddenly gasped for air, her brown doe eyes opening wide as she tried to take in a breath. Her breathing was coming out as pants, her lungs trying to get as much air as they could. Her eyes searched the dark room frantically.

Her ears perked at the sound of footsteps. She tried desperately to see who it was. Jerking on her restraints, she couldn't get loose. This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. Panic and for filled her as the three men stood over her. She wanted to scream, call for help, but her throat was so raw, only a strained whimper came out.

Seeing the man flicker in and out confused her. She was disoriented, seeing things. Her eyes widened when she saw the needle in his hand. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She struggled against her restraints, but it was no use. She was too weak.

"Wh-who . . . who are you?"

Her question went unanswered as the other two held her down. She couldn't move, there was no one coming to save her. She was alone. The man leaned in, lowering the needle closer to her neck. Squeezing her eyes shut, a scream left her throat from the pain of the needle puncturing her skin.