𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀
ミ★ ( seven deadly sins, act one ) ★彡

Jared was a kid famously known for always getting car sick on every school trip they ever went on. He's already a nervous student to begin with about normal day to day things, but when it comes to travelling in something—whether it be by car, bus, train or plane, he gets the worst case of motion sickness anyone has ever seen. He starts off sweaty, then becomes shaky before his symptoms turn to gagging before finally puking up whatever meal he has consumed prior to that day. The school isn't sure how he manages to get by life, and if he's like this everyday when his mom picks him up and drops him off to school; but they do know is that he doesn't bode well in busses.

He sits at the front of the bus as it's less wobbly there compared to the back, and everyone tends to stay away from him on school trips since they learned he becomes extremely claustrophobic whenever he starts going through an attack. He doesn't mind that they do either—he's so embarrassed when it happens, he prefers less people around him so they don't remember.

"Jared, I'm warning you." Coach Finstock said to the student at the front of the bus, "I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you, and it will be profoundly disgusting." He said to him.

     "Please don't talk about throwing up." Jared begged. clenching his eyes shut to hold it in better. "It's not good."

     "I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared." The coach said back. He then looked at the rest of the bus, "Now, the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning... Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us!" Stiles put his hand up, "Stilinski, put your hand down!"

     Stiles put his hand down like requested, "You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe—"

     "We're not gonna stop." Finstock shook his head.

     "Okay, but if we stop—"

     "Stilinski!" Finstock yelled and blew his whistle loudly to cut him off, "Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"

     Stiles looked back at Lucy, "Could you do that mind control thing? A little help would be nice here." He asked her.

     "Nah, it's fun watching you struggle." She denied, amusement plastered all over her face.

     "I hate you." He said turning to face the front again and ran a hand down his face, "I hate him too." He added and then looked at Scott, "Did you call Deaton?"

     The werewolf sighed, "I keep getting his voicemail."

     Stiles sighed himself and reached back into his pocket for his phone, "That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison." He said.

      "How are they going to help, they're back in Beacon Hills?" Scott asked.

     "Wow, your wound must be affecting your other werewolf senses if you haven't noticed them following this ugly bus all morning." Lucy commented, blowing a puff of air through her lips, "Pathetic."

She noticed them follow the bus as soon as it left the school parking lot, and they were close behind the back of the bus were the window was to see the cars behind them. A red Honda wasn't exactly hard to miss.

     Lydia picked up Stiles' call "Hey, Stiles." She greeted cheerily, "Yeah, we were just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and—"

     Lucy's eyebrows raise at the pathetic excuse of a lie. She thought Lydia Martin would be able to come up with something much than that considering her genius level IQ, "We know you guys are right behind us. Lucy spotted you hours ago. Put me on speaker." Stiles told her, which he got a quick 'okay' from the strawberry blonde girl, "Okay, look, Scott's still hurt."

     "What do you mean still? He's not healing?" Allison asked, concern dripping in her voice.

     "No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse." Stiles told them, "The blood is turning like a black colour."

     "What's wrong with him?" Lydia asked.

     "It's gross, that's what's wrong with him." Lucy grumbled to herself, her nose turning up at the smell of Scott's rotting blood. Stiles gives her a momentary side eye because her commentary wasn't helping.

     "What's wrong with him? What—do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

     "Sarcasm is my thing, darling." Lucy told him.

     "Not the time, Lucy." Stiles grit in response, glaring at her harshly.

     "We need to get him off the bus." Allison interrupted the small argument before it even began.

     "And take him where, a hospital?" Lydia asked back, sarcastically.

     "If he's dying, yeah." Allison said, "Stiles there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over."

     "Yeah, I've been trying. Lucy is no help either." Stiles told them.

     "Reason with them." Allison suggested.

     "Reason?" Stiles choked, "Have you met the guy? And you have no idea what the hell I'm dealing with when it comes to Lucy. They both wouldn't know what reasoning means if it slapped them in the face."

     "I'll show you reasoning in a second when I slap you across the face." Lucy scowled.

     "Just try something." Allison ignored them before she hung up the phone.

     Stiles looked at Lucy, "Are you going to help me this time?"

     "No, fuck you." She said stubbornly, crossing her arms. Stiles groaned at her before standing up and walking over to Finstock and began to try to reason with him.

     "Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours—" Finstock blew the whistle, interrupting him. Stiles took another deep breath in, turning to glare at Lucy for not helping before looking back at Finstock and trying again, "It's sixty miles to the next rest stop—" The whistle was blown again. "Being cooped ip for hours is not good—" Whistle blown. "You know, our bladders aren't exactly—" Whistle. "Coach—" Whistle. "Can you—" Whistle. "Please—" Whistle.

     Lucy snorted at the scene in front of her. "Let me talk! I'm—" The whistle was blown again and even Finstock laughed himself, "Every time—" This time, Finstock blew the whistle, but he held the noise until his face turned red and Lucy could practically see the steam coming out of Stiles' ears.

     "Get back to your seat, Stilinski!" Finstock yelled.

     "Okay!" Stiles yelled back.

     "And Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon." Finstock said.

     Stiles sat down back into his seat. "I hate you so much." He said to Lucy, they both knew she could get Finstock to do anything she wanted so easily but she wanted him to suffer.

     "That's what you get for making mean snide comments about me." She smiled, "All you had to do was be a bit creative." She said standing up and walking over towards Jared, sitting next to him.

     "Hey, Jared. How're you doing?" She asked smiling, the boy turning to face her nervously. She then looked into his eyes and began to compel him. "Exactly five minutes after I get back to my seat, you are going to vomit everything you have been holding in for the past few hours onto this very bus seat that I am sitting in right now." She told him and he simply nodded at her. She pat his cheek softly, "Good boy." She said and walked back to her seat behind Stiles. "And now we wait." She said.

      Just liked she asked, exactly five minutes after she had sat down in her seat, Jared threw up all over the seat next to him and it looked like he was holding down a lot of it as he continued to vomit as everyone on the bus ran out onto the dirt outside, next to the bus as they squealed that they had vomit all over them. "Jared, you suck!" Finstock yelled as she febreezed the bus of the vomit stench, "Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop... or a new bus!"

     Stiles and Lucy helped Scott walk into the bathrooms with Allison and Lydia following behind them. They sat Scott down against the wall and Allison lifted up his shirt to see his wound bleeding black liquid. "Oh, my God." She gasped, "Why didn't you tell us?" She asked him.

     "Sorry." He said to his ex girlfriend with a small innocent smile, his heart swelling at her still caring for him.

     Allison then excused herself from him and looked at the three, pulling them aside, "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."

     "What do we do then? Do we call an ambulance?" Stiles asked.

     "What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison asked back.

     "We gotta do something." Stiles pressed.

     Lucy rolled her eyes, "You guys aren't realising that he's not letting himself heal. It's psychological torture that's manifesting as physical trauma. It's all in his head." She told them, pointing to her own head of dark hair to emphasise her point, "He feels guilty because that Derek guy got killed and his body is reacting to that."

     "And you didn't think to tell us that sooner?" Stiles snapped at her. He feels as if she made them run around in circles while Scott was silently suffering, "If he's not letting himself heal because Derek died, then what do we do?"

     Lydia then reached into her purse and pulled out a small sewing kit, "Stitch him up." She shrugged casually. Allison sighed nervously at the idea, "I'm serious. If what Lucy is saying is true, maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."

     "I like her." Lucy pointed at Lydia and looked her up and down, "She's the only one with a brain... and nice shoes." She said and Lydia nodded in appreciation.

     The three then left Scott and Allison alone so she could stitch him up without any distractions so she could concentrate better.

     Lucy, Lydia and Stiles stood outside and watched as Finstock began to blow the whistle and call everyone back on the bus. Stiles looked at Lucy. "If you don't help us, I won't help you find out whoever brought you here." He threatened.

     Lucy has to admit she was impressed with Stiles' ultimatum. He had balls to threaten her like that and she was definitely beginning to like him more. "Fine." She said pushing herself off of the bus and walking over towards Finstock, "You might not like it though."

     She walked over towards the coach and looked at him expectantly as she watching for him to notice her. "What do you want?"

     "Scott isn't feeling too crash hot, we need a few more minutes before we get him back on the bus." She said, not exactly compelling him but saying it loud enough to let Isaac hear her talk about Scott's condition to make him angry and blame the alphas for what they had done to him. She smirked as she saw Isaac walk over to Ethan and began to pick a fight, not hearing her actually compel Finstock to let them have a few minutes where they were.

     Isaac has gotten on top of Ethan and was continuously punching him in the face, to which Lucy enjoyed quite a bit before Scott came in the middle, roaring out Isaac's name, practically flipping a switch in the blonde haired beta. Lucy watched intrigued at Scott and how he managed to do that, she knew that Scott was a beta himself and the fact that he had managed to put another beta in line only meant that something big was coming Scott's way.

     They had eventually all gotten on the bus, Allison and Lydia included, and started to talk, "Let's go over this again, so it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid of some kind." Stiles began to reiterate.

     "Or actually is a dark druid." Lucy corrected suggestively.

     "A darach." Lydia stated, "You know, some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle." She then told them.

     "Yes, those people believed the sacrifices would appease me enough to either give them a portion of my power or send down a few demons to add into their armies." Lucy told Lydia, smirking. Lydia looked at her shocked, still not knowing who she was exactly, but still getting a really uneasy feeling whenever she was around her, "Obviously, it didn't work, but they believed it did."

     "So we've got alpha werewolves against a dark druid." Stiles realised.

     "Sounds like a fun Wednesday after school activity to me, am I right?" Lucy commented, "It can only go up from here though, especially now that I know what I'm dealing with."

     "You can put a stop to all of this?" Lydia asked the devil.

     "If I feel like it, yes." She answered.

     "I keep forgetting who we're talking to." Stiles cussed and Lucy leaned over and pinched his cheek.

      "Oh, stop acting like you're not enjoying this." She cooed, "We're gonna have so much fun together!"

"Well, this is going to be an interesting night, that's for sure." Lucy commented as they piled out of the bus in front of the Glen Capri Motel, sensing all of the bad things that had happened inside.

"I've seen worse." Scott commented, tightening the bag strap.

"Where have you seen worse?" Both Stiles and Lucy deadpanned at the same time.

Finstock blew the whistle, grabbing everyone's attention, "Listen up. The meets been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closet motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." He informed them.

"I wonder why..." Lucy said to herself with distaste as she stared at the hotel.

"You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." He said holding out the keys, the students coming up in pairs and grabbing a key each, "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

Allison looked back at Lydia who stared at it wide eyed as everyone walked up to their rooms, "I don't like this place." She said warily.

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison joked, trying to ease Lydia's mind.,"It's just for a night."

That's when Lucy decided to pipe up, "I don't know if you've noticed but a lot can happen in one night." She said walking up to one of the rooms, trying to sus out the one that has the least amount of bad things happen in it, both Lydia and Allison following after her.

She walked over to the room that had the least amount of bad energy and tried to open the door, however the person there had locked it and wouldn't open the door, so she couldn't compel them to switch rooms, "That's not our room number." Allison pointed out.

"No shit, Allison." The devil said sarcastically, "But I want this room. It's better." She eventually gave up, knowing that she couldn't just knock down the door because that would leave them vulnerable, snatching the keys from Lydia she walked over towards their room, dumped her stuff and then informed them that she was going to see Stiles and Scott.

She appeared into their room and saw as they were both lying face up on their beds, "Okay, so I have four." Stiles says holding up four fingers.

"Four what?" Lucy spoke up, scaring the boys. She walked over and sat on Stiles' bed next to him, the boy sending her a quick glare before lying back down, as did Scott.

"Do you really have four suspects?" Scott asked his friend, looking over at him from his bed.

"Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice." Stiles informed them and Lucy snorted and flicked his nose, finding his behaviour and his hatred towards Derek amusing. "It might even still be ten, I'm still considering whether to put Lucy on the list or not." He thought out loud, ignoring her glare.

"So, who's number one?" Scott asked, "Harris?"

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." Stiles pointed out.

"So, if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices." Scott tried to piece together Stiles' theory, but the way it came out of his mouth made it seem like he really wasn't convinced.

"Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head." The human boy retracted.

"Well, what if it was somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt?" Scott asked, "We didn't know he was killing people."

Stiles' head snapped over to Scott, "Excuse me. I'm sorry, what?" He asked, sitting up. He then stood up, "I—yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually."

Scott propped himself up onto his elbows, "Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt."

"I was serious." Stiles stated, "I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me."

Lucy held up her hands, "As much as I find this argument amusing; who are the other three?" She interrupted them, trying to get the conversation back on track. She wanted to figure out who the darach was so she could kill them, destroy all knowledge of the ritual and go back home so no one could summon her back to earth that way again.

"Derek's sister, Cora." Stiles listed, "No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister."

"Right, apparently in your mind, evil tendencies are genetic." Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Next, Scott's boss." Stiles continued.

Scott sat up straight, "Wait, my boss?" He questioned, wanting to know more about why Stiles thought he could be the darach.

"Yes, your boss." The human confirmed, "I don't really like the whole obi-wan thing he's got going on, you know. It freaks me out." Scott began to twiddle his thumbs as he didn't understand Stiles' reference, "Oh, my God, have you still not see Star Wars?" He realised.

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie." Scott said with wide eyes.

"Scott, even I've seen Star Wars and I've been in Hell for decades." Lucy exclaimed, "We even use the series to torture some people because they hate it so much!"

"Hey, don't insult Star Wars like that!" Stiles pointed at her to which she shrugged. She had to be creative sometimes with torture methods, and what better way to torture someone who didn't like Star Wars other than forcing them to watch it on repeat?

"Who's the last one?" Scott asked, trying to put the conversation back on track before it got out of hand and they had an argument about a sci-fi series.

Stiles sighed, "Lydia." He answered and Lucy's eyebrows shot up, "She was totally controlled by Peter and she had no idea."

The boys sighed and lied back down on the bed, Lucy then tapped Stiles' forehead, "Let me debunk one of your little theories and put your mind at ease when I tell you it isn't Lydia." She said and the boys looked at her, "I can tell when and how people sin and I can tell you right now that Lydia hasn't committed any human sacrifices."

"How do you know all this?" Scott asked her.

"I'm the devil, remember?" She retorted, "Finding the darach is going to be hard, but if I come face to face with each of your suspects without them knowing who I am, I should be able to figure out whether or not they have committed anything of the sort." She said getting off of the bed, "Darachs are able to hide their identity—and they're really good at it, might I add—but I should be able to see if they've committed any sacrifices if they're weak enough and I can put a stop to them before it's too late."

Scott began to ponder everything that was just explained and began to think how the darach and Lucy were connected, "But how are you and this ritual all connected? Why do you want to stop it?"

Lucy looked at the werewolf before grabbing one of Stiles' jumpers, despite his protests, and sat across from them, "I had some druids—now called darachs— create the ritual a long time ago to help me escape Hell for a break from it for few years before one of my siblings inevitably sent me back down when I actually wanted to leave Hell. The ritual had to be done very specifically to create a rift between Earth and Hell that would let me slide through, after a while, I liked where I was and didn't want to leave my home, but the ritual would still let people call to me and yank me out of Hell to Earth for their own selfish gain. Obviously, this was not the goal of this darach, they had used the ritual as a base for their own ritual but left it too long between the last virgin sacrifice and the warriors to make it seem that I was being summoned. I didn't want to leave Hell and I'm annoyed that I'm here so I'm going to kill this darach, and then I'm going to destroy the ritual and go back home. Make sense?"

"Makes sense." Scott nodded.

"Awesome." Lucy then stood up, "Now, I'm going to check this place out and see if anything else sketchy is going on here because this place gives me the creeps, and that's gotta mean something if it's coming from me." She said leaving the room.

The devil walked outside towards the front desk and she saw the familiar strawberry blonde there speaking to the older lady behind the glass, "Excuse me. The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine." Lydia complained.

The lady turned around, having one a contraption around her neck to help her breathe, a clear sign that she had smoked way too many cigarettes in her prime causing her to ruin her health, "Sorry about that, sweetheart." She said, her voice completely croaky.

"That's awkward." Lucy commented walking next to Lydia. She looked behind the desk lady to see a number on the wall, "What's that number mean?" She asked her.

"It's a kind of inside thing for the motel." The lady answered, "My husband insists on keeping it up."

"What do you mean?" Lydia asked.

"It's a little bit morbid, to be honest." The lady answered, "You sure you wanna know?"

"I'm good with morbid." Lucy persisted, "Tell me." Lydia began to look worried and a little bit frightened while Lucy's face remained stoic.

"We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction. But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides." The lady told them.

"A hundred and ninety eight?" Lydia questioned.

"And counting." The lady began to laugh. Lucy clicked her tongue and began to walk away from that crazy lady while Lydia went back to Allison to tell her what they had just been told.

Lucy appeared into one of the rooms looking around it. The wallpaper had been torn down and it looked like it was been under renovation. The place needed some life back into it anyway, so the girl wasn't complaining.

Lucy wondered why The Glenn Capri had so many suicides for a motel, obviously there was something going on that was more on the supernatural side to it.

"Eerie, isn't it?" She heard from behind her. She turned around to see one of her demons from Hell behind her.

"Certainly." She answered him. "I suspect one of you is behind it?"

The demon, Axel, shrugged. "From what I can remember, the owner wanted to have a successful business, but he had no money and no way to get to that goal, so he turned to a demon and made a deal. He sells his soul and he got himself a nice running motel, but the demon left out the part where the walls of this place would make their guests would go crazy and most would commit suicide, making his motel less and less successful." He informed her. Shifty motel, shifty demon, shifty deal. It made sense.

"One hundred and ninety eight dead souls by suicide." She said looking around. "That would not of made father happy."

"I can bring the demon who did this to you if you wish to punish him." Axel said, bowing his head.

"No need." She shook her head, "Go do something else now. I need to be alone."

Axel disappeared and Lucy looked around the room once more, she could imagine every single suicide that had happened in the room and how they happened. Some of them were bad people, some of them were innocents. She even remembered torturing one of them in Hell for a little bit before she sent them off to another demon to take care of.

      It felt like twenty minutes of just sitting in the room before she pulled herself out of her trance. She turned around to a the lady that she hadn't noticed before. "There's not supposed to be any guests here. The rooms under renovations." She said with a cynical smile.

     Lucy's eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry." She grumbled awkwardly, eyeing her off before going to walk away.

     The lady didn't respond with words, she only placed her hands on either side of Lucy's head and twisted it harsh enough to snap her neck, but only her head just twisted to face the other direction. Lucy let out an annoyed sigh as she fixed her neck to be at the correct angle before she attacked the lady, all while keeping the same old creepy smile on her face.

     Lydia sat on the bed while Allison dried her hair with the fresh towels she was given as they spoke about the crazy desk lady. All of a sudden, Lydia began to hear a conversation through the vent above her bed. She stood up onto the bed and walked closer towards it to hear the conversation clearly.

     Goosebumps went up her arm and she began to shudder as she realised she was hearing a couple speaking about killing themselves with guns, they spoke so casually of how to do it—whether they shot each other on three, or after three—she almost fell back off of the bed when she finally heard the simultaneous gun shots.

     Lydia immediately ran out of their room and followed down the hall to the room 216, where she had heard it all from, opening the door and calling out. She heard nothing and tried to flip the light switch but the room stayed dark.

     She walked into the dark room, Allison questioning what she was doing as the strawberry blonde held her arms out to feel for a light switch. She turned it on to see that the room was covered in drapes along with other tools used for renovations.

      They gasped when they saw Lucy standing over an unconscious body on the ground in a pool of black blood and her throat slashed. "Oh, my Gosh, Lucy!" Allison yelled out, running towards the woman on the ground and began to shake her to wake her up, freaking out and wondering what happened in the few minutes that they were apart for Lucy to commit a murder. "What happened? What do we do?"

Lucy wiped the blood off of around her mouth and huffed as she stood up straighter, "Dumb bitch attacked me because she's possessed. I fought back and she lost." She explained and Allison jumped back away from the body. This place has lost control if it tried to attack her out of all people, "All I know is that I'm gonna find out what the fuck is going on and I'm itching to kill someone for it—starting with the crazy bitch out front." She growled standing up and heading out the door.

The two girls followed after the devil and they went down to the front desk to see that no one was there. The lady she was after was no where to be seen. Lucy looked at the sign to see that the number had changed to two hundred and one. "Didn't you say the sign said one ninety eight?" Allison asked Lydia.

"I swear it said one ninety eight." Lydia began to say frantically, she didn't want them to think she was crazy about the whole situation.

"Okay, then what does that mean, that there's been three more suicides?" Allison asked.

Lucy punched the glass window angrily, the glass shattering completely. "No. It means three more are about to happen." She growled out.