Y/N's P.O.V

Scott and I sat on the wet boiler room floor with our backs against the wall. I sighed as I rested my head on his shoulder, making him rest his head on top of mine.

"We're going to get out of here." He mumbled. I sighed and moved away slightly.

"I don't know, Scott." I replied. He looked at me.

"Why do you think we're not leaving here alive?" he asked. I sighed and looked down.

"It's not me doubting your ability as the alpha to save us, it's just...in the vision that started out like this, by the end of it, we were both dead." I admitted, making his eyes widen.

"Are your visions ever wrong?" he gulped. I returned it as I looked at him.

"Rarely." I spoke. He sighed and nodded.

"Well, we're going to prove your vision wrong. I'm sure Stiles and Lydia are out looking for us right now, they'll get us out, Stiles's dad will shut this hellhole down, and it'll all be okay." He reassured. I chuckled and nodded before looking down. My head shot back up as the door started to creak open. My eyes widened as the orderly walked in, dragging Lydia by her arm. He threw her forward, making her land with a thump on the ground as she groaned.

"Lydia." I gasped as I rushed towards her. Scott roared as he ran towards the door, making the orderly roll his eyes as he quickly shut it.

"You can't keep us in here forever!" he yelled.

"No, but they can kill us." I sighed before looking at Lydia.

"You okay?" I asked, helping her up. She nodded as she dusted herself off.

"I'm fine, though I'll never figure out how this place earned a license to treat people." She mumbled before looking around.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"We think it's the boiler room." Scott nodded. Lydia sighed.

"Did Stiles come with you?" I gulped, fiddling nervously with my fingers. Lydia looked at me and nodded.

"Yeah. But since he's not on the Deadpool, they just knocked him out and locked him in a room upstairs." She spoke.

"But he's okay, right?" I choked.

"He's okay, Y/N." she reassured. I sighed in relief.

"Naturally he's more concerned about you, you know, you being the supernatural one in the relationship, who every assassin within Beacon Country is trying to kill." She nodded. I sighed.

"That doesn't make me any less worried about him." I admitted. Scott looked at me.

"Try not to worry. We all know Stiles can take care of himself and if anyone can get us out of this, it's him. I may be the alpha, but he's the real leader." Scott nodded. Lydia and I returned it. Suddenly, I felt a vision come on. I choked as my eyes turned red and my legs gave way.

"Y/N!" Scott gasped as he rushed to catch me.

I stood in the main office at Eichenhouse. I gulped as three orderlies stood around a table, the Deadpool in the middle of them.

"So, we have the alpha, the banshee and the korrigan. Together, they're worth 135 million dollars but the korrigan is worth the most, so we kill her first." He nodded, making my eyes widen.

"But what about the alpha?" Another asked.

"What about him?" the original orderly replied.

"Well, the banshee and the korrigan are part of his pack. If we try to kill her first, he's going to rip our throats out. Yes, he's less valuable, but if we kill him first, there's no risk of him killing us for killing the girls, and we can't get the 100 million for the korrigan if we're dead." He explained. The first orderly scoffed.

"He's got a point." The third one spoke, making the first one sigh.

"Fine. We kill the alpha first and then kill the korrigan. We can leave the banshee until last." He nodded. My eyes widened as I came out of the vision.

I gasped as I came back. I looked up at Scott, whose arms I was still cradled in.

"You okay? What did you see?" he asked. I choked as I sat up.

"I saw the orderlies who took us. They were going to kill me first but then realised you'd kill them too if they did that. So, now the plan is to kill you, and then us." I gulped, looking at Scott. He sighed.

"Well that's reassuring." Lydia spoke. My eyes widened as I got an idea.

"We need to get them to revert to their old plan." I realised, making Scott and Lydia look at me.

"What? The plan where they kill you?" Scott scoffed.

"If they try to kill me first, you can kill them. And, provided they haven't actually kill me, we can get out here." I nodded.

"And what if they actually kill you?" Lydia asked. I sighed.

"Then you tell Stiles that I love him." I spoke. They sighed again.

"This is crazy-."

"It's also the only plan we've got." I cut Scott off. He looked at me before looking at Lydia.

"Okay then. I guess we're going with the "let them try to kill Y/N and hope they don't while I kill them instead" plan." He sighed.

"I'll be fine, I'm a korrigan, I would have seen it if this kills me." I shrugged.

"But I'm a banshee and all I can feel is death." Lydia sighed.

"I think that's just this place." Scott spoke.

Stiles's P.O.V

Stiles slowly opened his eyes and groaned at his pounding head.

"Every damn time." He grumbled as he opened his eyes and looked around the room. His eyebrows furrowed as a stream of light shone across the floor and over his body. He looked at the window and his eyes widened as light that wasn't there before was shining through now, telling Stiles it was the morning.

"Crap, no." he mumbled as he scrambled up and to the door.

"Hey! Hey!" he screamed, banging on the door. He pressed his ear to the door and groaned as he couldn't hear anything.

"If you hurt any of them, I'll kill you! You touch my girlfriend and I swear to god, I will burn this place to the freaking ground!" he yelled. Nothing. He groaned and banged his fist against the door one last time before turning around. He sighed as he looked around the room, not that there was anything to really look at. The basic steel beds were made up with plain white sheets and a white pillow, as well as the bland grey lamp sitting on a dusty white table. He walked over to it and pulled out the draw but sighed as there was nothing in it.

"Great." He mumbled before taking a seat on the bed. He sighed as he lay back on the bed and rested his hands against his stomach as he stared at the cracked ceiling. He had never felt so hopeless in his entire life. He may have been one of only two humans in the pack but he had never felt like this before. He looked at the ceiling and sighed. He knew that there was no point in trying to sleep because he couldn't sleep without his pillow. Suddenly, his mind filled with thoughts of Y/N. He couldn't bear the thought of her dying without him in some dirty basement of a mental hospital, which was made worse by the fact that he couldn't do anything. His lips curled into a small smile as he pictured her face, the way her eyes crinkled when she was laughing at a sarcastic remark he'd made, or how her own smile made him feel warm. He recalled how soft her lips felt against his when they kissed and how perfectly smooth her curves felt under his roaming hands. He thought about how she was so much smarter than he would ever be, even if she didn't think that. He sighed.

"I'll find you, Y/N. I promise." He whispered.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Are you ready?" Scott asked.

"As ready as I can be since I may be about to die." I sighed. He returned it and nodded as we heard footsteps.

"That'll be them, get back." He spoke. Lydia and I nodded as we pressed our backs against the back wall, staying clear of the door. The door opened but no one came in. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at Scott and Lydia before slowly moving forward.

"Y/N, don't!" Scott hissed.

"It's fine." I reassured. My eyes widened as two canisters were rolled into the room, releasing smoke as they went.

"What the hell?" Scott scoffed.

"I don't know-." My eyes widened as I couldn't breathe.

"Scott, it's wolfsbane." I coughed.

"Crap!" he spoke, covering his mouth with the neck of his top.

"Y/N, get back." Lydia said, taking my arm and pulling me out of the smoke.

"Scott, we're going to run out of clean air soon." I choked.

"Let's hope Stiles finds us in time then." He coughed.