Everything in italics is the past

"Why are you waiting," I asked after Deucalion's revelation. His words shaking my entire world.

"Leverage sweetheart. Besides, killing you would send this whole place into anarchy. Nobody wants that now darling," he says, shifting on his feet.

"So you're willing to bet your life on some simple fairy tale," I question him, my hands constricting against the ropes. The skin on my hands burned, nothing was healing because of those damn injections.

"Both are equally myths I would just like to be the first to test them out," he says, departing me.

"You have no idea who you've taken right? I'm not just a Dea," I yell at him, anger rising up.

Kali waits at the door for him, smirking in my direction when I'm breathless at my sentence.

Deucalion halts from walking away," of course not darling. You're Helen of Troy, the ultimate prize. Kali, be a dear and get her another dosage, the time is approaching us."

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"Why is she unconscious?" I hear Lydia faintly ask, Isaac setting me on the ground. Lydia sounds worried beyond belief and I'm sure if I were to open my eyes I would find her hands pressing against her back and her eyes solely trained on me. Her lips would be pursed and she would be running her kind crazy looking for a solution to my problem.

"She's not," Isaac informs her," it's hard for her to keep her eyes open."

"Why did you let them bring her?" She harshly whispers, moving the hair out of my face. "As a matter of fact why did I just find out about this. I have every right to know about this!"

My head droops, landing on someone's shoulder, I feel their own head gently lay on mine. It has to be Scott, we are the only two here that are being driven crazy.

"Isaac, go outside and watch out for Boyd," Stiles instructs the beta who I can still sense near me.

"Don't let them die," he simply answers.

"Why can't Isaac or Boyd tell us what happened to her? What they did to her?" Lydia questions.

"Because they didn't see it. The only ones who saw it were Scott and Derek and well we know what happened to Derek..." Stiles answers.

"We can't just take her back on the bus like this! Either of them!" Allison comments and she was right. They may as well leave us here for dead.

"Imelda," Lydia forcefully says," open your eyes."

My eyes barely open, finding her green ones alert.

"Her pupils are dilated," Lydia states.

"Tell me something I don't know," Stiles sighs, "we need to figure out a way to fix her first because she's the only one that can save Scott."

"Right and we need Scott to tell us what they did to her as well so we can help her," Allison adds.

"That's just brilliant," Lydia states, "and Imelda can barely keep her eyes open. I doubt she will be able to talk either. Someone going to have to pay for this."

"How about we save the homicidal thoughts for Imelda," Stiles answers.

"Right well... someone hurry up and find out what they did to her or I'm going to strangle it out of Ethan," Lydia growls.

"How about we fix Scott first..."

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"Have you called Charlie?" Derek asks, standing around the table with his entire pack. Scott stood in front of them and relayed the information, Isaac backing it up.

Scott shook his head, "no Imelda would kill us if we told him."

"How about Lydia?" Derek asks with pursed lips, knowing very well his ex girlfriend best friend would be in an uproar if he hand been informed.

"I'm having Allison distract her from knowing, we will tell her after she's saved," Scott tells him.

"Are you kidding me Scott? Lydia and Charlie are Imelda's family!" Derek yells out.

"Imelda would kill me if I told them," he points outZ

"Well she's not exactly here right now and he has a right to know. This is his niece Scott, he has every right to know," Peter pointed out.

"Peter is right Scott," Derek nodded.

"Yeah and what do you think Charlie is gonna do the moment he shows up? Charlie and Imelda are the same person and you know she would nerve stand on the sidelines. What are you gonna do when he ends up hurt or worse?" Scott points out.

"Peter he is right. We are just gonna have to save her ourselves," Derek decides.

"No, Deucalion wants to see me. He will give her back if I go and talk to him," Scott shook his head.

"Are you willing to risk her life for that? Cause I sure as hell am not!" Derek practically yelled.

"Who cares? Why do we even need this kid or this girl?" Cora Hale finally spoke up, the level attitude in her words only showing just how much do a Hale she actually was.

"She's the Dea," Peter explains to her finally," and it seems that your brother here has a bit of an infatuation amongst others."

Scott went pale, Derek eyes instantly looking at him.

"What are you talking about Peter?" Derek asked, his jaw tightening.

"Come on now Derek," Peter basks in the pull he has over Scott. "You've surely noticed what type of impact the Dea has had over your own Betas and Scott, they all care for her immensely. One of the many attributes to her powers."

If Scott could've he would have blow out an entir huff of air. Although nothing had happened he knew Peter had leverage over him.

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"Wake up princess," Aidens eyes came into view as I groaned. My neck throbbed immediately afterwards and I swear my head had gained ten pounds. It was these damn drugs taking a toll on me.

"What the hell?" I questioned, noticing how Ethan was untying the many knots that kept me in place.

"It's time," Aiden stated. "Scotts on his way to save you, we shouldn't keep him waiting."

The look he shared with his brother sent chills down my spine, oh god. Something his going to happen. No, no, no!

"If you hurt Scott I swear—"

"You'll do what?" Aiden cut me off, "if you think your incapacitated now wait until Deucalion gives you some of the raw stuff. You'll barely be able to move."

What the hell did he mean? Oh crap, this was going to be much worse then I imagined.

Aiden lifted me off the ground, his arms underneath me neck and knees as we walked out of the room. I was desperate to hit him, to escape the hell and find Scott to stop him. I could do any of those things however, I felt helpless.

"Aut vincere, Aut morir?" He phrases my tattoo," what does it mean?"

"It's my motto to kick your asses," I answered.

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"Mel?" Lydia voice began calling out to me, her hand gently tapping against my cheek.

Something between a groan and huff escaped my lips, I couldn't speak. I could barely even stay conscious, someone was holding me up and it wasn't Lydia.

"Imelda, we are going to help you." Stiles voice said from beside me, tugging me closer to his side.

I groaned in response once more, my head drooping.

"Are you sure Scott?" Lydia asked, turning her head. Scott was here? Was he alive? If he was awake that meant something good right?

"Yeah, he shoved something down her mouth. It was a plant or something, just fix her," Scott answered, hobbling over with Allison holding him upright.

"Let's get her near the toilet then," Lydia ordered, immediately I began to be moved.

"What are you gonna do?" Stiles asks her, his tone sounding highly confused.

"I'm going to make her throw it up. Whatever is in her system is obviously making her feel this way. We get it out and hopefully it gets her system running," Lydia states.

"Well this is gonna be unpleasant," Stiles says with horror.

"Stiles, shut up and hold my best friend while I stick my finger down her throat," Lydia remarks.

If I could talk the crude remarks I would make probably would have earned another shut up form Lydia.

Cool hands wrap around my chin and lift it upwards.

"Mel," I hear Lydia state. "I love you but if you bite me I will dunk your head in these unsanitary toilets. Oh and you so owe me a pair of those rare Loubitons for this."

With that I feel her finger go straight down my throat, immediately my gag reflex kicks in and I feel the acid in my stomach lurch forward. Lydia gets her hand out of the way in time as I vomit my stomachs contents. My eyes spring open, tears forming as more and more releases.

"Oh god. Why is it black!" Stiles yells out.

I heave once more, gaining enough strength to grab onto the sides of the stall, hunched over.

"Imelda?" Lydia calls out to me, letting my hair down.

"Remind me," I say through deep breaths," to buy you a bag to go with those fucking shoes."

"Well the sass is back which means she's good," Stiles pats my back.

I nod, looking down at the black goo in the toilet and huffing.

"Here," Lydia says, handing me a blue Gatorade.

I smile gratefully and take some into my mouth, rinsing it for a few moments before throwing it into the toilet and then chugging a hand full into my stomach.

"What was it?" Lydia asks me as they let me out of the stall.

Everyone stares at me expectedly, waiting for my response. I sigh heavily, tapping my fingers against the bottle," I don't know. Whatever it was though would have killed me by the nights end."

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"What is that?" I questioned breathlessly to Deucalion who stood parallel to me. While I was barely able to keep myself up on the ground, the plant he twirled in his hand putting me on high alert.

"This my dear," he lifts it into the air and smells it," is the only thing that will keep you down. A dose of this in liquid form and you're human, weak."

I gulped, sensing this wasn't over," and what if I eat it pure?"

He smiles, crushing the plant into his palm,"when I force it into your system you will slowly begin to turn human. And then only when you're human will the remaining pieces of try to kill you. That is, unless your friends figure out how to stop it."

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Deucalion held me by the throat, his claws not quite piercing my skin but definitely keeping me from trying anything. I was panicking, not ready for what was to come. Deucalion had already warned me not to say a thing about their plan unless I wanted to die.

"You didn't come alone." Deucalion says just as Scott and Isaac appear. My eyes widen, a small whimper leaving me when I see them standing there. Scotts fist twitches for a swift moment and Isaac holds him steady in place, but his jaw is also tightened.

"Yeah." Scott answers after some time. "This is Isaac."

"I'm not talking about Isaac." Deucalion states. Oh god, no. Why Derek! Why!

He comes out of the dark, already in wolf form. I shake my head in an attempt to get him to understand how his usual plan of attack was not going to work this time. Boyd and Cora suddenly jumping out as well.

"You knew I would do this?" Scott yells out, "Derek, don't. You can't do this, he will hurt her. If Imelda dies because of you..."

"Him. Just him. For grabbing her," Derek growls out, pointing his finger at Deucalion. For a moment his eyes are trained on me and I plead with my own eyes for him not to do it. Not to try it.

"Just me? Now, how's a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?" Deucalion smiles, finally revealing his secret weapon.

"NOO!" I scream out, watching as the rest of the alpha pack shows up.

Deucalion keeps his grip on me, tightening ever so slightly at my scream.

Isaac and Scott begin to fight the morphed twins, Cora and Boyd taking on Kali who's more then ready to brawl, and then Derek goes straight for Ennis.

"Please don't," I plead with Deucalion," don't kill them. Take me! Just take me! I'll do what you want! Kill me, take me with you just let them go!"

"Hush now darling," Deucalion merely answers," you're missing the fun."

They're loosing, to the point where I would rather have Deucalion rip my throat out right now if it would stop the madness. He's unleashed his own hungry lions against my Gladiators. I feel like I'm standing front row in the Coliseum as they fight a loosing battle.

Finally they all go down, one by one they are brought down too injured to go on. Boyd is held down by Ennis, chest up and ready to be offered to Derek.

"Derek," Deucalion states, "do you know why I chose Scott instead of you? While he was the one I told about the Deas whereabouts."

"Her name is Imelda you asshole," Scott yelled out, earning a kick to the gut from transformer wolf. I looked at him, my throat closing up and legs trembling as he began bleeding from the mouth.

"Shut up," I mumbled to Deucalion.

"What are you talking about?" Derek struggles out, looking exhausted and confused.

"Sweetheart," Deucalion turns me towards him, looking me straight in the eyes X. "If I gave you the chance to save one of your suitors who would it be? Scott or Derek?"

My heart almost leapt out of spots between my ribcage, hammering as I looked for the right words to say. He was doing this on purpose, his way of turning as all against one another. I don't know how in the hell he would know anything and that was much more terrifying. He was going to blow our secret, and display it out for Derek to see.

"What's are you playing at!" I spit out, trying weakly to get loose.

"Now darling tell the truth. This may be very well your last chance too," he reminds me. "Why do you suppose I chose to have Scott come for you? What about you Derek? I mean if a blind man could see what's happening then surely you could as well."

"STOP!" I yell out.

He flips me around, forcing me to look Derek and Scott in the eyes. My gaze lingers between the hurt look in Derek's eyes and the freaked out one of Scott.

"Come on Derek? Doesn't that just piss you off enough," Kali taunts. "The girl you've come to fight for us in love with the one person you thought you could trust! She's never been your Helen of Troy."

"BITCH!" I growl out, the feeling in my arms now getting better as I fight against Deucalion. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I AM NOT HELEN OF TROY! I AM NOT A PRIZE!"

She smirks at me, nodding at Ennis who pushes Boyd forward towards Derek who's trying to control his emotions.

"Kill him. The others can go. I'll give you your Dea back," Deucalion insists. "You're beaten. Do it, Derek. Take the first step."

"NO!" I yell out, attempting to get to Derek," DEREK! LISTEN TO ME!"

He doesn't even look at me, staying completely still. Kali irrigated makes a remark. "Are we serious with this kid? Look at him. He's an Alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers?"

"Some have more promise than others." He reminds her. Scott, it has something to do with Scott I can tell.

"Let him rise to the occasion then." Kali states after looking at Scott for a moment, "What'll it be, Derek? Pack or family?"

Derek does not move, staying completely still. We all realize what has decisions has finally been and just as Deucalion goes to order his final play a flashing arrow strikes the ground.

It stuns them all, screams emitting from them all as another hits.

"Your eyes!" Deucalion yells out," cover your eyes!"

I look up to where it has come from to see Allison poised and ready to shoot more. She looks at me, nodding her head just. I wink back, getting the hint. Deucalion is distracted, his alpha team now being caught off guard which gives me time.

Amidst the chaos I gain enough strength to bring my elbow back and hit him, forcing him to take some power out. I duck under his arm and begin to run down the stairs. I'm still weak, and that little move cost me a lot of strength so he manages to grab at my shirt and turn me around.

A scream build up in my throat, a tiny amount of it escaping before his shoving his finger down my mouth and forcing me to swallow that plant. The moment I feel it weigh heavily into my empty stomach it begins to burn, and rip me apart from the inside. I cough out, loosing my footing the same moment Deucalion lets me fall.

The concrete stairs slap against my skin as I roll through it. My head hitting multiple times before I finally hit the ground, every part of my burning in pain.

Ennis and Derek fight feet from me, the others watching on. No one can get involved, this is between them, but they'll die.

They are far too close to the edge, and one of them a gonna die. I can see it happening.

The low groan and whimper of pain that escapes me does nothing to help them. Instead I have to watch as the man who took my heart now fell to his death, trying to save me and I would never get the chance to explain to him what had happened.

~~~~

I had lived through the night and day, had watched on as Derek died because of me. It was all my fault, it was all my fault.

I was the stupid Helen of Troy who had let herself be taken and then been the helpless damsel in distress. I'd let them come for me, only to have one gladiator fall.

"Hey," Lydia sat onto the empty bus seat next to me. I hadn't said a word since getting out of that bathroom. Scott has attempted to speak to me but I was still processing.

I didn't look at her, keeping my eyes forward and expression blank. She set her head on my shoulder and wrapped her hand with mine.

"I don't care who died. I don't care if you'll hate me after this. I don't care. I'm happy you lived. You're not Helen of Troy, she was a helpless bitch who may or may not have intentionally let herself been kidnapped. You are none of those things, you fought for your life Imelda. You fought like a warrior goddess. If someone had died it was because they didn't die fighting for you, they died fighting with you."

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If this wasn't one of the more harder episodes to write. Basically I kind of feel this one was bland but next episode is going to be 50 shades of bitches be cray. I'm ready for next episode. I'm gonna try and watch it tomorrow and then write the following chapter soon! I love you guys!

-ASH 🔮