( L. THE WHOLE UNIVERSE )
THE ROOM WAS GREY.
If you'd asked Amelie about her room in Eichen, that's the only thing she could think of, or even remember. It was grey— the ceiling, the cold tiles, even the window panes. Everything was grey. The bed next to her was empty, the grey linen sheets tightly pressed against the thin mattress.
A throbbing headache made her flinch as morning daylight entered the room. Her mother had admitted her the night before despite the fighting. The last thing she remembered was the needle as it drove into her neck and the darkness that filled her sight after.
And, now she awoke, she found herself dressed in a dark grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. Her mouth was dry. Her fingers were cold. Everything about her hurt, like a dull ache just swarming her whole entire body.
She rose to sit on the bed, hissing as her bare feet touched the cold tiles but slowly settling onto them. Just as she was about to stand up, the door swung open and a man, large and buff, entered her room. His round face settled on two chins instead of one and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. She found herself standing up, almost like she would defend herself if he got any closer. But, it only made him laugh.
"Come on," He grunted, dragging her by her forearm out of the room.
"Where are you taking me?" She found her voice, hoarse and cracked. She needed water. And food. She couldn't remember the last time she'd grown this hungry.
"Just shut up and keep walking."
"Just tell me!" She tried to pull her arm away from him, her fingers trembling— out of cold or fear she didn't know.
"I said walk," He sneered, pulling her harshly through the corridors and into a quiet room. A few chairs were placed there in the shape of a circle and some people had already occupied some. A lady with glasses and dark hair looked up from her notebook and turned to the heaving girl who entered the room.
"Ah, Amelie, about time you woke up," She spoke, a toothy smile on her lips.
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"Thank you, Tommy," Doctor Mary, Amelie had learned was her name, told the lanky boy sitting next to Amelie. She hadn't heard a single word the boy had said. With one leg propped up on her chair, she rested her head on her knee, waiting for this therapy session to be over. "That was very brave of you."
Tommy whimpered, mumbling a quiet thanks as he scratched the nape of his neck anxiously. If Amelie were a werewolf, Tommy would've reeked of anxiety.
"Would anyone else like to take the floor?" The woman asked, looking at each and every person sitting around her until her eyes settled on Amelie. "Amelie?"
Setting her leg back on the floor, she couldn't stop it from shaking. A habit Stiles would always tell her off about. The memory of Stiles had her looking back at Doctor Mary before she nibbled on her dry lips, trying to peel any skin, to make sure she could feel any type of pain.
"No, thank you," She managed to say.
"I'm sure we would all benefit if you open up a little," Doctor Mary insisted, her green eyes trained on the Anchor.
Amelie breathed through her nostrils shakily. "I have nothing to say."
"How about you start from the beginning?"
"The beginning?" Amelie asked confused, glancing to see each and every person staring at her expectantly.
"Your dad," She clarified and Amelie's blood went cold. How did she know about him? But, then she remembered— Sydney probably told them everything when she admitted her into the facility.
"Uhm, he died a few years ago," She shrugged, "In the hospital where he worked."
"And how did that make you feel?"
"Like any other child who lost their dad," She answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And how did you cope with that?"
"I had my best friend, Isaac," She replied with a shrug, "He was— I'm sorry, why are you asking me all of this?"
"Well, your mother said stuff started going downhill when your father died," Doctor Mary explained, "For you and your sister."
Amelie pursed her lips, trying to keep all the rude comments at bay. "Well, my mom wouldn't know. She wasn't around for any of it. Now, if you'll excuse me—"
As soon as she stood up, one of the security guards, the same one who dragged her in here, walked up to her, gesturing for her to sit down.
"No," She spat. "I don't want to talk, and I definitely don't want to be here."
As she tried to make her way out, the guard grabbed her by the arms to stop her. "Let me go, you—"
The guard only grunted, pushing her out of the room that she almost skidded onto the floor if he weren't holding her. Pulling harshly against him, she managed to break free from his clutches. Her chest heaved as she turned around and threw her fist at his jaw, just like Argent taught her.
The man groaned at the impact before his face turned a beetroot shade of red. Before he could do anything else, she ran.
She didn't know where she was going— she just had to get out of here. The sound of alarms began to ring through the air, only sending her rush of adrenaline higher and higher. Her feet scrambled against one another as she passed through hallways, taking turns and turns and glancing behind her.
At the last turn, she collided into a large chest, throwing her onto the floor with a scream. Another security guard, who was just as large and beefy as the first one, grabbed her and pushed her in front of him, making her walk her way back to her room. "Stop—!"
The first security guard was waiting for her in front of her room. Only this time, he was holding something behind his back. She glared at him as she entered her room and he followed her, telling the other guard to close the door.
Despite the brave facade Amelie had shown, she was beyond terrified. She didn't know what he was capable of. Horrible things happened to those admitted into Eichen— worst of all, her mother knew that and sent her anyway.
Finally, the guard showed what he had been hiding. In his hand, a large syringe was waiting. Before she could tell him to wait or to stop, the needle had already pierced her skin. She gasped at the feeling of numbness already starting.
"That's what you get for punching me, bitch."
I'd do it again, asshole— she thought, before darkness consumed her whole and a voice took her away.
When she opened her eyes, she was back in her room. White ceilings greeted her and her familiar chandelier. She was in her bed, and a familiar hand was caressing her hair softly.
"Time for bed, Ams," A voice whispered, and Amelie's eyes widened at the sight of her dad. This was a memory, one that had stuck with her all these years.
"Can you tell me that story again, dad?" She found herself asking quietly.
"But, I've already said it last night," Fin chuckled, "Don't you want to hear another one?"
"No," Amelie shook her head as she shuffled into a comfortable position. "I liked it a lot."
"Alright," He sighed, giving her a knowing look. "The Ghost Riders, as I said last night, are ancient history. They've been around since the start of this very universe. They've shifted history as we know it. Everything that has happened, you can imagine, ten times more events have happened, but we don't know them because they've been erased.
That's what they do, the Ghost Riders. They capture historical moments and erase them. Not just events— but people too. They capture them in the night and send them away, and within just moments, it's like they were never there. They're replaced by someone else, and every single trace of them is gone. Their room, their clothes, their fingerprints. It's all gone.
And people forget. Sometimes, they're hit with dejavu— you know what that is, right? They get this sudden feeling like they've seen this thing before, or they've been to this place before. And they probably have, but they just don't remember. And if you're ever close to remember, the Ghost Riders probably take you, too. If they don't take you, you can't see them, but you and I... we're special, we can see them, and they won't take us."
"But, I don't want to forget, dad," Amelie mumbled with wide eyes.
"You won't," Fin laughed, "The Ghost Riders haven't been seen in years."
"But what if they come back? What would Karly and I do?" Amelie whispered, placing her hand on his.
Fin frowned before whispering, "You know this universe is pretty big. It has all these planets and stars and stuff that we haven't even discovered... I still love you more than all of that. My love for you is bigger than the whole sky... and the whole universe."
"I love you too, dad."
"Come on, get some sleep," He smiled before kissing her forehead and heading out of her room, closing the lights and door.
For a few hours, Amelie slept until her door creaked open again. The sound made her flinch awake, opening one eye to look at the tiny intruder holding a teddy bear.
"Karly," Amelie whispered, "What is it?"
"Can I sleep here tonight?" Karly's small voice asked, eliciting a sigh out of Amelie, who made some room for her on her bed.
"Did you have a bad dream?" The older sister asked once the younger settled into the bed and they faced each other under the covers.
"Yeah," Karly nodded.
"What happened?"
"I dreamt that you, mommy and daddy left me and you guys all forgot about me," she whispered, like saying it into the open might make it happen.
"That's never going to happen, Karly."
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Despite thinking there was no reason to be, Stiles had never been more worried about Amelie. The last time he had seen or heard from her was the day before when she said that her mom needed to talk to her, and it seemed important. He hadn't thought much of it because he had a lot on his mind— his dad being on the brink of death and trying to find the Chimera that killed him.
But, then, he tried calling and it was sent to voicemail ( you better believe he sent well over a few dozen ). He texted her a bunch of times, and still nothing. He thought she might've been in a bad mood, she'd argued with her mom perhaps, so he decided to wait till the next day.
But, still she hadn't returned any of his calls or texts and now he was straight up nervous. So, after he visited his dad that morning, he drove to Amelie's house which was just a few houses away from his.
With one hand rubbing the back of his back, he rang the doorbell, half expecting Amelie to open the door for him with teary eyes, but instead it was Sydney. A flicker of shock travelled through her eyes before she remained nonchalant.
"Hey, Mrs Nightly," Stiles gave her a tight smile, "How've you been?"
"Good, Stiles, and you?" She asked, her face as straight as ever.
"Yeah, fine. Is, um, Amelie home?" He rolled his heels, trying to look behind Sydney's figure but she only closed the door a bit more.
"No, she isn't."
"Oh," he pouted, looking at the driveway and spotting Amelie's car, which only raised his suspicions more. "Well, I tried calling her like—"
"Amelie isn't coming home anytime soon," Sydney said plainly. Stiles' heart dropped into his stomach.
"What? Why?" Stiles furrowed his brows, "Did something happen to her?"
"She has a few things to deal with," She replied curtly, before stepping back to close the door, "I'm sorry, Stiles."
What the hell?— Stiles thought. He always knew about Amelie and Sydney's rough relationship, but he thought that they'd sorted it out. It had been a while since they'd fought about anything and Sydney had clearly once promised that she would be more attentive with Amelie and Karly. What happened? Where did Amelie go?
But still, it didn't make any sense. It's not like she'd gone back to France. She already got everything she needed from Angela Simone, who had specifically told her not to call after their argument about the drugs—
Stiles paused. The drugs. Amelie must have not thrown them away yet, which meant Sydney must have found them. She probably sent her away to get some help. And that only meant Eichen.
Stiles groaned loudly. He had to talk to someone about this. And despite every cell in his body screaming not to, he knew it had to be Scott.
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Scott was in his bathroom when Stiles got there. The Alpha was in pain, staring at his wound in the mirror. Stiles couldn't help the horrified expression on his face at the three gashes that Theo inflicted. He turned to look at Scott in the mirror, who was just as shocked to see his best friend there, before he quickly covered his wound with a bandage.
"Hey," Stiles said nervously, glancing at his wound, "Still not healing?"
"Sometimes it just takes longer," Scott shrugged as he put on a shirt. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh... you heard about the guy who got killed out at the communication towers, right?" Stiles grimaced. "I think I may have figured something out..."
"What, you want my help?" Scott frowned in confusion.
"Yeah, well... You said you can find the clues that I can't," Stiles pulled out his phone, "Here, take a look."
"This is when the technician first arrived. You see him going in? Then, Deputy Clark goes in," Stiles explained the video Parrish found, "Then, something really big and really fast comes charging out, and now comes Clark. Eventually, the technician's body is carried out by paramedics."
"Okay... What am I missing?" Scott asked.
"Two people go in. Three people come out. I checked all the footage—" Stiles gestured with his hands violently. "Not a single person enters that building before the technician the entire day. So, where does that something-really-big-and-really-fast come from?l
"There's another way in!" Scott's eyes widened in realization, and Stiles nodded before pacing nervously.
"There's something else..." Stiles trailed off and Scott gestured for him to continue.
"I think Amelie's mom is hiding something," Stiles sighed, fiddling with his fingers.
"What is it?" Scott furrowed his brows.
"She's not telling me where Amelie is, okay? And I haven't heard from her since we were at your house yesterday," Stiles was almost trembling. "I think she admitted her into Eichen."
"What?" Scott widened his eyes, "Why would she do that?"
"Um... Well, Amelie's not been dealing with Karly's death really well," Stiles explained quietly. "She's been taking drugs."
"Drugs???" Scott yelled. "Where did she get them from?"
"Take a wild guess," Stiles rolled his eyes.
"...Theo."
"Yeah, so we need to get her out of there," Stiles nodded his head, "Like, I'm talking as soon as possible. I don't think I can sleep tonight knowing she's in there alone."
"Don't worry," Scott's eyes softened, "We'll get her out of there as soon as we can."
Stiles nodded without a reply, biting his lip anxiously. What was happening to her in there? Was she hurt? Was she trying to get out of there or was she knocked out? He could feel the guilt rushing through him. He knew what it was like in there, it's horrible. He still gets nightmares about it.
Please, let her be okay.
author's note...!
reason 36281855 of why amelie hates
beacon hills and i honestly can't blame her
anymore lol... i've outlined the next few chapters and this part is going to be only eight chapters bec of how much amelie is going to miss out on,
i'll try to drag it on for more but we still have season 6a which i'm so excited for!!!