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Stiles woke up groggy and in more pain than he has ever felt in his entire life. he tried to pay it no mind. Instead, he focused on something else. He felt like something was vibrating, yet couldn't distinguish what. He turned back to the darkness, encouraging it to surround him, wanting to bask in it and have it cloud out all his troubles. Yet the more he became aware of the darkness, the more he became aware of the pain. It seemed to go from a dull ache to a constant throbbing. It was throbbing in time with his heartbeat that was pumping in his ears. He supposed he should be glad he was still alive, but the pain was not helping in that happiness.
When he felt a sharp sting shoot up his arm, he shook awake violently, arching up and almost losing consciousness again from a wave of dizziness. His eyes were a mixture of black dots and fuzzy shapes and colours. He could barely make out a soft yellow light that was in front of him. But he couldn’t see anything past that.
"Are you ready to talk boy?" A man which he remembered calling jackass number 1 of 3 said.
He was vaguely aware of a knife softly running down his eyes and piercing blue eyes tracking the movement with a kind of hungry look. But Stiles say anything, he had to protect them, protect his pack. And he was sure they were coming for them soon, he looked over at the unconscious Erica and Boyd. They'll be alright, all of them.
" Take him to the preserve and kill him, take the muts too. Make sure the omega can find him." Gerard ordered.
"What about the rest of the pack?" jackass number 3 asked. Gerard got a dark look on his face which made a shiver run down Stiles' spine causing him to struggle against his restraints.
Jackass 1, Stiles is actually pretty sure his name is Henry but whatever. He's a dick bag. Henry turned his icy blue eyes away from Stiles "What about the boy? You promised I could have my fun with him." He said and Gerard smirked, "Do whatever you want, keep him for all I care."
Stiles really shouldn't be surprised though, the way Henry looked at him all night, touched him. He already had a feeling this would happen, but hearing them actually say it just made him want to cry, or die, or both- No. He has to stay strong, he has to find a way to get them out of this mess and get to Derek, warn them about Gerard's plan! Gerard left the basement and Henry approached him, the boy tried to keep his breathing as steady as possible but he couldn't help letting out an agonising cry when Henry cut him loose from the ceiling he has been hanging on for the last hours into a pool of- Oh. Oh, that's his blood, oh wow that's a lot. He's probably gonna die, Oh God his dad will be all alone.
He was literally pulled out of the roller-coaster that is his mind when Henry dragged him up the stairs and into the Argent's backyard. He was urged to get up and start walking towards the preserve, he was cold and all the sticks and stones were digging in his feet but he kept walking. Because he couldn't run, he wouldn't. He had to try and save Erica and Boyd, but how? He looked around, there's no way he could fight these man, they are armed, trained and they easily outnumber him.
"That's enough." Jackass number 3 said, "We'll scatter the body parts around the woods." He said with way too much enthusiasm. The two men threw the still unconscious Boyd and Erica on the floor.
"Take off your shorts and underwear boy," Henry ordered, Stiles gaped at him and took a few steps backwards, the hunter quickly grew impatient with the boy and threw him down on his belly roughly. He climbed on him and Stiles tried his best, he tried not to cry but everything hurt and he couldn't save Erica and Boyd, no one was coming for him. Where was his pack? The people that he loved?
Henry licked the tears and dried blood of his face causing Stiles to squeeze his eyes shut. The hunter breath heavily against his ear grinding against hard "Before I have my way with you, they are gonna kill your friends and you are gonna watch." He muttered and then Stiles saw white for a second.
Stiles felt a rush of newfound rage and hatred for this man. In that instant, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were no longer his own. All of the hunters stared at him in fear, anger and hatred. They had never seen this before, Stiles hadn't either, He had never felt this kind of strength, warmth and safety. It kind of reminded him of his mother. What did it mean?
"Let my friends go, Henry," Stiles commanded, only it wasn't Stiles. It sounded as if thousands of voices were coming from his mouth. Henry and jackass number 2 quickly grabbed their guns and started shooting at the boy. However, the bullets all stopped in front of him. He quickly turned too jackass number 1 and stuck out his hand too him, the man started screaming and his skin started to burn away. The boy tried to stop it, he really did but it was SO STRONG.
After that the screaming died down he turned to the other two. He brought up his hands and two rock formations shot up and encased jackass number 3's hands and then shot down again, pinning him to the ground. Slowly they began pulling him into the ground. Then only Henry was over, the man dropped his gun and held up his hands "Please, I'm sorry. I'll go, I'll leave them alone, I'll let them go." He begged but it only made the boy's features seem angrier, more heated.
"Liar, " The voices called out "Lairs and murderers do not deserve to walk this earth, you shall be executed to restore balance," Stiles responded.
He exploded. A scream of tortured wind erupted from him and blasted the trees around the clearing into splinters. The air was charged and it felt like something was breaking. Stiles has stood outside in thunderstorms before with the force of the storm surrounding him, but that was nothing compared to this. He felt like he was out of this world, in his body but not.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, pl-please don't kill me!" Henry yelled in complete terror.
Stiles responded in a terrible voice.
"LIAR!"
That voice was not familiar, that voice could not be Stiles's. That voice was seven thousand worlds away from anything purely human. It echoed with the rage and power of everything that happened tonight, everything that has happened in his life and there was no mercy or kindness there. It was like a force of nature.
Stiles tried to stop it, he really did but it felt like he was a prisoner in his own body, just watching. He raised both of his hands and a cage of what seemed like lightning surrounded them burning only Henry until there was nothing but ashes.
That's when his eyes faded back to their own whiskey brown colour again and the boy felt the ground, destroyed, exhausted, hurt... Dying. He wanted to cry and just give up right there. But he couldn't, his pack needed him. He let out a small cry when he got up and slowly walked over to Erica and Boyd, there's no way he could carry them out of there "I need to protect them," the teenager whispered
He touched their heads and a of sort aura surrounded the 2 immediately, he knew they were protected. He didn't know how he knew or what everything that happened was but the best way to deal with a problem is to ignore it completely is his life motto.
He started walking the same way that took them from the Argent's residence to the clearing. He arrived at the house, glad to know that there wasn't anybody home. He slowly walked back into the house through the backdoor. He forced himself to go back into the basement and grabbed the keys he saw one of the put there.
A few minutes later he was driving back to school freshened up, poorly bandaged and probably overdosed on stolen painkillers. When he arrived, he broke into the school to get some new clothes and his car key hissing softly when he had to put on his hoodie. He walked back to his baby and got in, feeling some of the tension leave his body, he grabbed his phone out of the dashboard and turned it on excepting mountains of texts but the only things that came through were:
Dad: 32 missed calls
Dad: 45 messages
Voicemails: 12 from Dad
The pack, his pack didn't know he was gone... But that's impossible, Erica and Boyd were with him! He blinked back the tears, no time for crying. He looked at his when heard the sound of an incoming call from Scott. He knew it! He knew his brother would notice! He picked up the phone
"Scott, i-i have to tell you-".
" Yeah, yeah whatever Stiles. I need you to bring Lydia to this warehouse, I'll send you the location. See you later dude."
"But Scott-"
"Just do it, man!" And with that, the line got cut off. Stiles gaped at the phone for a few feeling hot tears pool into his eyes. He shook his head and sniffed, no crying, not yet. He has shit to do.
He needed to focus. He turned his car towards Lydia's hoping to anyone who would listen that she was at her house. He had no idea where she was, but his best bet was to try there. He found that she was in fact at her house, but not inside. Instead, as he trudged up to the house, he found her in her car in the driveway, crying and looking totally unlike the Lydia he knew. He was surprised how easy it was, but he didn't care, there was no time. Lydia barely saw him coming and was almost startled when she saw his form coming towards her. She quickly wiped her cheeks before getting out of her car, regarding him with what indifferent look, although it lacked the power it used to.
She raised her eyebrows "What happened to you?" She asked with what surprisingly looked like concern in her eyes. He shrugged "Nothing, " he mumbled, "Don't worry about it." She frowned but thankfully let it go. "Come on, you have to come with me, you gotta save Jackson." He commanded as he walked back to his car.
"Save Jackson? What do you mean? Where are we going?" She asked walking after him.
Stiles stepped into the car biting back a grunt.
"Please, Lydia just trust me." He pleaded. She sighed and stepped into the car as Stiles drove towards the warehouse with almost satisfaction. On the ride to the warehouse, he told her everything that has happened from the Hale fire to when Scott was bitten to where they are now. While Lydia listened with fascination. He left the part of his kidnapping out deciding she would find out when he told Scott and Derek about it.
She took all of it pretty well. She didn't interrupt or say anything against what he said. In fact, her face seemed to brighten on a few things as if she finally was able to understand as puzzle pieces went into place. However, when he started to stutter over what happened after the game after Jackson seemingly dying, she looked at him with a mixture of worry and speculation on her face.
It didn’t take them long to get to the warehouse, his phone beeping constantly and Lydia reading out the texts to him. Stiles worked his brain fast, hoping that what he was about to do was not totally stupid. It was the fastest way though and hopefully, it would give a good distraction. He had to hope for the best, even if his nerves were rattling. His body ached and he was draining quickly, so he pushed down on the gas quick, letting his jeep be floored towards the outer wall of the warehouse. He squeezed his eyes shut as they smashed through the wall, pushing past the falling debris and colliding with something solid before his feet slammed on the brakes. He opened his eyes to see dust and a lot of wide eyes before seeing Lydia rushing to get out of the jeep heading over to the kanima that was a few feet in front of the jeep. He barely heard her calling Jackson's name, his ears ringing from the headache.
Stiles could only watch in astonishment, taking in the sight before him. Aside from Jackson and Lydia, he saw Isaac looking a little worse for wear with a knife in his shoulder, Derek nearby in a shadow, Scott rushing over to Allison to check her for injuries, even though she was brushing him off. Chris was watching Jackson and Lydia with surprise and interest on his face.
Stiles returned his gaze to Jackson and Lydia, listening to her tell him she loved him and cared for him so much. His claws retracting as his yellow, reptilian eyes levelled on the girl before him. Lydia never once broke her gaze from Jackson, her eyes watering with love and happiness as she poured her heart out to Jackson. Stiles felt a slight sting in his gut at watching Lydia with Jackson, but it wasn't much of one. On some level, he did still love Lydia, but he also knew that it was not meant to be. He accepted that a while ago, which might explain why it wasn't very hurtful to him. He used to look at Lydia like she could be his greatest love, now he could only see her as a friend, one that he had the pleasure of growing closer to in a real way as of late. He was proud to have that. Although he still thought Jackson was a gigantic douche and she was too good for him. But what can you do?
He watched in mild horror when Derek and Peter leapt out of the shadows and gutted Jackson. Resisting when of course had to make a dramatic comeback as a werewolf.
Stiles leaned against his jeep taking deep breaths even though his ribs were aching and exhaustion was looming over his conscious, he had to keep going just a little while longer. He walked over to Derek who was glaring at the ground with his hands in his pockets.
"Derek, we have to t-" His sentence was caught off by Derek shoving him against the nearest surface. The boy let out a painful yelp when his battered back hit the wall.
The werewolf's eyes flashed their signature red "I should've known, I should've known I couldn't trust a pathetic, spastic teenager." Derek growled, and everything around Stiles seemed to crumble to dust. "Derek, " his voice was unrecognizable even to himself "Derek, what are you talking about?" He croaked out, trying to hold back the hot tears that were threatening to spill.
"Scott's plan or should I say your plan? Of course, it's your plan. Scott's an idiot, he wouldn't have been able to think about putting wolfsbane in Gerard's medicine. It was you." He hissed with such venom in his voice Stiles felt his heartache. "Derek i-i don't even know what happened, I swear I had nothing to do with it!" The boy claimed with desperation.
Derek narrowed his eyes "Why should I even believe a word you say?" Stiles looked at him "Because I'm pack because you c-can trust me Der." He whispered. It felt like it hurt even more than being tortured for hours hearing Derek's venomous words "You're not pack, you never were, you're just the pathetic little sidekick who's good for nothing to me Stiles." And with that the man walked away, leaving Stiles against the wall in tremendous pain, inside and out.
The boy walked towards his jeep just wanting to get away but was stopped by Scott who was walking towards him with an arm around Allison looking very proud of himself. "Scott, what happened here?" Stiles asked.
"I did it Stiles I defeated Gerard! I just let Deaton put mountain ash in his medicine and forced Derek to give him the bite!" Scott exclaimed all excited. "You were working with Gerard..?" It can't be. It can't be, right? His best friend, his brother couldn't have known right? Stiles felt his heart beating painfully "You FORCED Derek to give Gerard the bite?! A-and how could you betray me like that Scott?" He whispered almost defeated "Derek will get over it and I didn't betray you, Stiles! You should really grow the fuck up and realise I can think for myself, I don't need you. You know what- just go home and let me and my pack take care of this." Scott finished.
Stiles wanted to say a thousand things, he wanted to scream, to fight but he was too tired he had to get out of there. So he just nodded and got into his car driving home as fast as he could. He parked next to his dad's cruiser. Fuck! His dad! He saw the living room light turn on and the door opened as his dad's worried face peeked out. He got out of the car and walked past him without saying anything. John closed the door and grabbed his son's face gently, "What happened, son? Who did this? Are you okay?" His dad asked. Stiles fell against and let out a heart-wrenching sob "I'm- I'm sorry dad, I'm so sorry." His dad held on to him and pulled him on the couch, holding his son as he sobbed "I killed them, I'm a murderer, a liar. I lied to you over and over again!" Stiles babbled through his sobs, the sheriff looked down seeing blood seep through the teen's shirt. He frowned "Stiles take off your shirt." He ordered, Stiles shook his head quickly "N-no dad, no please no." He babbled not really knowing what he was saying "I have to take you to a hospital!" His dad exclaimed.
"No dad, n-no please I can't, dad. The hunters- they did it." He mumbled already starting to lose consciousness "Werewolf hunters?" His dad asked with a surprising glint in his voice.
The boy perked up a little "You know?" He mumbled. "Sleep Stiles, I'll take care of you, kiddo." His dad laid him on the couch and just like that, everything went black.
...To be continued...