I stumble over the ground, falling into the wall. Scott reaches out to stabilize me with a worried look casted on his face. I hold up a hand to show that I'm fine, but, truth be told, I feel this virus really messing me up. I don't know why it is affecting me the most, but I'm ready for it to be over. Scott leads me towards a wall, letting me lean up against it while the rest of the search for the entrance to the vault. 

        I take a deep breath through my nose, trying to find a way to calm down. I feel like I'm coming down with a huge cold, yet kind of like how I felt the night of the full moon. I don't feel out of control and switching personalities, but I feel as if I'm losing my mind. It's a weird feeling, a feeling I don't like at all. 

        I tighten my grip on Liam's jersey, bringing it up to my face. I hope he doesn't mind me using this. Liam helps me calm down and I don't have him right now. I hold the jersey under my chin, letting myself breathe in his scent. I feel myself relax a little bit, but not enough. 

        "Hey, guys!" Stiles calls out, standing beside a wall with engraving on it. "Look at the cracks in the wall. It's like the entrance outside, it only open with claws."

        I bring my gaze back to the jersey. "Liam, I need you." I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. "I don't have my parents anymore and I need you." 

        Scott shoots me a sad look. 

        I avoid looking at him. A sharp pain explodes in my head, bringing me down to my knees while grabbing my head. Everyone looks my way, concerned, when I start screaming at the top of my lungs. My head feels, like, a hundred knives are stabbing into it while someone set off Disney fireworks. 

        Kira rushes to my side, picking up Liam's jersey. "Dakota, it's okay! It's okay." She holds the jersey out in front of me. "Just- think of Liam! He's your anchor, right?"

        I grit my teeth in attempt to stop the screaming. 

        "Take control, Dakota." Scott's voice drifts over to me. 

        I rear backwards, throwing my head back in a loud animalistic growl escapes from my throat. Kira stumbles back in surprise. Her mouth falls open and I can't help but wonder if my eyes are changing colors. My back hits the wall and I curl up in a ball. 

        I gasp for breath, confused. "What's happening to me?"

        Scott shakes his head. "I- I think the virus is affecting you the worst, like a mix of the full moon and the virus." 

        I hold Liam's jersey to my chest. "It feels like it. Can we just open this thing already?"

        Stiles looks back at the wall. "Anyone's claws, right?" He asks Scott.

        "Um..." Scott glances over at Malia, like he is trying to subtly hide something. "Malia, can you try?"

        "Why me?" 

        "I don't have control." Scott raises his right hand in the air, showing off his clawless hand. 

        "Okay. I'll do it." Malia shrugs, like it's no big deal. She points to both of them, not moving towards the wall. "But first, tell me what you've been hiding from me." Scott and Stiles share a look. "I know you think you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it. I know I'm on the list."

        Everyone looks a little relieved at her final words. Too consumed in my own worries and pain, I don't bother to question what's really going on here. 

        "Yes." Stiles nods.

        "So, how much?"

        "How much what?" Stiles questions, frowning.

        "How much am I worth?"

        "Four million."

        I lower my head, feeling the pain subside a little. 

        Stiles watches her, carefully, like he expects her to freak out. "Are you okay?"

        Malia nods. "Yeah. Scott's worth twenty five, Kira six. They'll take you guys out way before me." 

        I almost snicker at her words. She is just so blunt. Everyone gapes at her, all surprised at the words that just came from her lips.

        Yet, Stiles doesn't look surprised as he murmurs, "It's progress, it's progress."

        Kira helps me stand as Malia places her claws in the wall. I keep Liam's jersey close to me. I will get through this. If this is a virus, there has to be a cure somewhere, right? Deaton is probably working on something or maybe that Derek guy. The wall is pushed to the side and we all walk inside of the vault. Once we are all inside, the wall shuts behind us. The vault is huge, sealed well enough to keep us safe and away from everyone. 

        I've found a place on a wall, concentrating on hearing any voices from the outside. I shut my eyes, straining through all of the voices outside of the school. Liam has to be out there somewhere. My headache has subsided, thankfully.  I feel somewhat better, but a thin sheen of sweat has covered my skin. The thing that has been plaguing my mind is the fact that you get worse before you get better. 

        "You know," Stiles begins, sitting across from me with Malia curled up against him, asleep. "This is where it all started." He points to a small safe near Scott. "That's where the money was. One hundred and seventeen million in bearer bonds."

        I wipe away sweat from my forehead. "How do you even change bearer bonds into cash?" I ask, giving up on listening for Liam for now. 

        "The bank, I guess. They just let it sit here the whole time, collecting dust. You know bearer bonds are basically extinct." Stiles answers.

            Kira settles down on the bench beside Scott. "Why does it matter?"

        "You know how many problems that money could solve?"

        "For you?"

        "Me. My dad..." Stiles says, trailing off. "The Eichen House and MRI bills are crushing him."

        Scott scratches his chin. "Mom does this thing, she writes down all the items in our budget, and how much they cost, then she adds them all up and figures out how long we have until we lose the house."

        I shake my head at the two of them. "Yeah, you're low on money and you're almost losing your house, but you still have your family. Don't you guys see how lucky you are? Stop focusing on the bad and appreciate the fact that you still have your family." I hug Liam's jersey to my chest, growing a little angry. "I live in a house all by myself. I was gifted with parent's death, a house that my grandfather is paying for because he doesn't want to deal with me, I'm relying on Liam to calm down now and he's not even here, and I'm freaking out!"

        "I'm s-"

        I hold up a hand, cutting Scott off. "No, I don't want to hear that you're sorry. I am so tired of hearing people say that! My parents are dead! Your sorry's aren't going to bring them back or numb the pain, so just shut the hell up!"

        "Dakota, calm down!" Scott holds his hands out towards me.

        I flip him the bird, angrily. "Don't freaking tell me what to do. Yeah, ya saved my life, thanks for that, my life is hell now. You think because you bit me, means that you're my Alpha now. I don't have to listen to you. You're not the boss of me. I still don't like you, Scott. Why didn't you save them? Why did it have to be me? I shouldn't even be here."

        Scott and Stiles give me a look of sympathy before walking over to the wall we came through. I suck in a deep breath. Malia sits on the opposite wall and Kira falls down beside her. Tears build up in my eyes from everything. Everyone has someone to comfort and be with them. I have no one. I have a jersey that is not helping me very much. Liam's scent is strong, but it's not enough. I need him in person. 

        Liam is what keeps me going. He's my anchor and he's not here. 

 X

        Stiles left the four of us. They say there's another assassin out there. The person would did all of this to us, that created the virus. Stiles went out to stop him, which I think is ridiculous. What is Stiles going to do? He's going up against an assassin. 

        Honestly, I just think we are screwed.

        "Malia!" Scott calls out.

        I lift my head from where I had buried them in my legs after pulling them to my chest. Malia has a sheet of paper laid out in front of her with writing on it. Scott has this panicked expression on his face, like his world will crash if she reads what ever is on that paper. Malia just stares at the paper with a blank face.

        "Malia?" Scott asks. 

        Malia lifts her head up, eyes wide and panting. "I can't see. I can't see anything."

        As soon as she says that, my vision begins to blur. I stare at my hands to see them vanishing from my sight until I can't see anything. I whimper. I can't see anything, just like Malia. How can my sight vanish just like that? I push myself further against the wall, scared out of my mind. All around me, I can hear movement and sounds. 

        "What's happening to us?" Malia gasps from somewhere nearby.

        "Scott?" Kira calls out. "I can't- I can't see-"

        The jersey slips from my grasp and I find myself grasping air. "I-I lost Liam's jersey." I call out, running my hands all around the ground. Air feels like it was sucked out of my body as I begin to panic. "I-I can't b-breathe."        

        My hands desperately fly over the ground, finding concrete ground. Where did it go? I need it. It's the only connection I have to Liam right now. Water spills out of my eyes, but my eyesight still does not come back. I crawl across the floor, gasping for a breath. My lungs are constricting. "L-" I try to say his name, but it's too hard. 

        "Hey, Scott?" Stiles' voice comes from somewhere, almost faint. "Scotty? In the vault, in there with you. It's called reishi mushrooms. Scott?"

        My arms begin to give out on me. I collapse on the ground, landing partially in a puddle. I try to push myself away from the puddle, only succeeding a little bit. Stiles' voice fades as I feel myself start to give in to the dark abyss, much like when I felt myself dying after the car crash. I feel it inviting me in with wide arms. 

        "Li-" I gasp. 

        "-jar, it's on one of the shelves." Stiles says.

        My head rests on the ground. I hear gasping from nearby that sounds a lot like Scott, but all of my senses are gone. I shut my eyes, ready to give in. "Liam." I whisper. 

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That's right. I just left you guys with a serious cliffhanger and you are probably all going out of your minds. Believe me, I planned on writing more, but then I got to thinking. I have a way better idea planned out than what I was going to do. So, you'll just have to wait for the next chapter.

I really do love this. However, I'm even mad at myself for not having Liam in this chapter. Next chapter, believe me, will make up for it. It didn't feel right for Liam to be in this chapter. 

Question: Anything you are looking for in the next chapter?

So, yeah!