the chaos rising • stiles stilinski [1]

seven • numbers on the wall

i stepped off the bus after lydia, a look of disgust placing itself on my face as i stared at the motel we had to stay at. it had gotten dark and we needed somewhere to stay for the night, the closest one with the most spaces available was the motel glen capri. it was old, and very run down and it looked like the type of motel that a murder would take place at. it made skin crawl, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

"i've seen worse," scott said, stepping off the bus before stiles.

"where have you seen worse?" stiles asked, his eyes locked on the motel before us.

"listen up!" coach yelled, blowing his whistle to catch everybody's attention. "the meets been pushed till tomorrow, this is the closest motel with the most vacancies, and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. you'll be pairing up. choose wisely." a smile made its way on my face as i felt allison nudge my arm. coach held out room keys and students walked towards him, grabbing one for their pairs.

"and i'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. got that? keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" i shook my head, beginning to walk towards the motel after allison. the bus engine roared to life, driving away behind us.

"lydia?" allison questioned, turning to look at the strawberry blonde. the girl hadn't moved and she was stood in place, staring at the building with wide eyes.

"i don't like this place." she replied.

"i don't think that the people who own this place,
like this place," i joked, letting out a soft laugh as i glanced back at the building.

"it's just for a night," allison added in agreement, shrugging. lydia's quiet for a moment, her eyes looking around at the scenery.

"a lot can happen in one night."

•••

when we made it to our room, allison decided she needed to take a shower. i don't know about anyone else, but this is the last place i would want to shower. it had a real creepy vibe. the lights were dim and the furniture was old. the room reeked of cigarettes, even though there was a no smoking sign, so lydia and i went off to find the front desk to ask for some new ones.

"excuse me?" lydia questioned, placing the disgusting towels on the ledge at the front desk. "uh, the card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine."

"sorry about that, sweetheart." the old lady apologized, turning to face us. my eyes widened slightly, looking down at the gauze wrapped around her throat, a plastic tube sticking through it. her voice was raspy and cracking. lydia and i shared a look, a sigh escaping our lips. all of the towels probably stank.

my eyes wandered behind the receptionist, my eyebrows knitting together at the sight of a number hung up on the wall. 198.

"what's that? that number." i inquired curiously, looking back to the old lady.

"it's a kind of an inside thing for the motel. my husband insists on keeping it up." she replied, looking from the numbers and over to lydia and i.

"what do you mean?" lydia questioned.

"it's a little bit morbid, to be honest, you sure you want to know?" she asked. lydia and i glanced at each other before looking at the lady, nodding slowly.

"tell us."

"we're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction." the lady started.