Invisible String. Stiles Stilinski (1)

iii. honor code

"Get him back under," Deaton yelled, "Hold him!"

"We're trying!"

Soon enough, it was calm. Isaac was under the water, his eyes closed shut and his breath barely escaped him.

"Now, remember... only Amelie can talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out," Deaton warned, nodding to the girl across from him to start.

"I— Isaac? Can you hear me?" Amelie started.

"Yes... I can hear you."

"I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?" Her hands every so slightly grasped his shoulders.

"Yes," he said solemnly.

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like, like you're actually there again."

"I—I don't wanna do that. I don't—I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that," he started thrashing, his words stumbling.

"Hey! Isaac, it's all right, it's fine. Just relax. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory," She spoke quietly, it was something she often told him when he woke up from nightmares of his father beating him up.

"l—I don't wanna do that."

"Isaac, they're just memories. You know what we say about memories, right?" Her eyes stung as she saw her best friend in a state like this. She looked up, all four men around her staring at her with wonder.

"You can't be hurt by memories."

"Good," She smiled. "Now, let's go back to that night; to the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?"

"It's not... It's not a house. It's stone. I think marble."

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptions?" Her hand smoothed over his wet hair.

"It's dusty... and so empty," He replied.

"Like an abandoned building?" Suddenly, the lights above them started flickering and Isaac gasped, his head turning left and right, soaking Amelie's and Derek's clothes.

"Isaac?" Amelie called out. "Isaac?"

"Someone's here. Someone's here!"

"Isaac, relax—," Amelie tried to shush him.

"No, no, no, they see me! They see me!" The beta yelled helplessly, amber eyes looking all around him.

"Just memories," Amelie shook her head, whispering. "You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax, please."

He eventually quieted down, sinking back into the ice bath, a shudder taking over his body. A frown etched on the girl's face, as he grasped her arm in helplessness. If it were up to her, she would take him out of there and save him.

"Now, tell us what you see. Tell us everything."

"I hear him," Isaac started, brows furrowing in remembrance. "He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises."

"Is he talking to..." The name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't remember. She looked up at the boys, and Stiles mouthed to her "Erica?"

"I think so. I can't... I can't see her, I ca-I can't see either of them."

"It's okay. Can you hear anything else?"

"They're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're... worried that they're gonna hurt each other," Amelie hummed in response, looking up at Derek for a response.

"If they're locked together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart," Derek murmured, looking at Scott and Deaton.

"Isaac, we need to find them right now. Can you see them?" The brown eyed girl asked firmly.

"No..." Isaac trailed off.

"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?"

"They're here! They—They—" Isaac panicked, thrusting his fists into the ice, sitting up right in the tub.

"It's all right, Isaac, you're safe," the brunette, grasped his shoulders, and gasped, her head turned to the ceiling.

A man gave him their back, standing at the door of the vault. Isaac stood above them, hiding behind a wall. Before turning back, his back hit the ground with a thud, a girl, brown hair and large fangs on top of him. A loud growl coming from her .

"A vault! It's a bank vault! I saw it!" Amelie screamed, eyes turning back to brown, before stepping away from the tub. The four men furrowed their brows at her, last they knew, she was human.

"I saw the name. It's, uh, B—Beacon Hills First National Bank. It's, um... it's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault," He quivered, a large blanket covering him.

Amelie shook her head, rubbing her eyes violently. Scott stepped towards her, hand on her shoulder. "You saw that? How?" He asked, before looking back at Derek and Stiles.

She shrugged. "I don't know, one second I was here, the next I was with Isaac," she whispered, and turned to face Isaac. "That girl... She attacked you."

"You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles asked, lips apart.

"No," The beta in question shuffled uneasily.

"You said when they captured you, that they dragged you into a room, and that there was a body in it."

"What body?" Amelia asked, grabbing her jacket from behind her to warm herself up.

"Erica," Stiles paused a second, glancing at Derek. "You said it was Erica."

"She's dead?"