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"What's so special about you Stiles?"
Stiles fidgeted in his seat. The ropes that held his arms behind the chair where starting to chaff. He tried to move into a more comfortable position or at least a position that meant he was in less pain but nothing was working. Matt smirked as he watched Stiles squirm. Watching Stiles panic and squirm under his watch gave him a strange cathartic pleasure. He began to pace around Stiles.
"Scott's a werewolf, Derek's a werewolf, Isaac's a werewolf, Boyd's a werewolf, Erica's a werewolf, Lydia's immune, Allison's a hunter and Jackson's a Kanima. But what's so special about you Stiles?"
Stiles glared at Matt. He wasn't going to let this low life of a man scare him. Matt walked towards Stiles. He grabbed the sides of the chair and tilted it backwards. If he let go Stiles would fall and be in a lot more pain then he already is. He leaned in close to his face breathing heavily. Stiles could smell the stench of his breath. He turned his head away attempting to escape him even just a little. A sinister smile spread across Matt's face as he watched Stiles cringe.
"What are you Stiles?"
The question had changed. Stiles looked round at Matt with a hint of curiosity but mainly disgust.
"I'm human. Just a normal human being. Unlike you. Psycho Matt."
Matt tilted the chair back onto all fours and stepped away from Stiles. He laughed with a bitterness. His smiled faded as he swung his fist back and slammed it into Stiles jaw. Stiles jolted under the hit but didn't move far as he was strapped to a wooden chair.
"No your not."
Matt cried as he gripped a wad of Stiles shirt in his fist.
"You're not human... you're a monster like the rest of them."
Matt clenched his fist and pulled it back to hit Stiles again. Stiles closed his eyes and waited for the punch but nothing came. The tight grip to his shirt loosened. Stiles opened his eyes to find Derek and Scott stood in front of him. Scott growled at Matt with pure hatred. Derek had a tight grip on Matt's fist and was smiling with a sense of calm. Stiles felt confused but happy he was being saved.
"A monster like me?"
Derek questioned as he tightened his grip on Matt's fist. Matt squirmed under the pressure falling to his knees and clutching at his wrist. If Derek wasn't careful he was going to snap Matt's wrist in two. Stiles looked up at the two of them and sighed.
"Is anyone going to let me out or do I have to sit here all evening tied to this bloody chair?"
Stiles shook his whole body. The chair began to tilt towards the floor. Derek released his grip on Matt and grabbed the chair leg before Stiles hit the floor. Stiles opened his eyes in astonishment. His hot breath left condensation marks on the wooden floor boards. This was the second time today Derek had prevented him from smacking his face. Derek sat the chair upright and turned back towards Matt. But he had gone. Derek looked around the room with anger and confusion.
"Where did he go?"
Derek turned and looked at Scott. He was infuriated and was beginning to seeth.
"How the hell did he escape?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders. He gradually morphed back into his human form and looked at Derek with fear and confusion. Derek, who had not yet morphed into a wolf, roared with anger. His teeth grew sharp and his eyes glowed red. He grabbed the chair Stiles was strapped to and lifted it above his head. Stiles squealed with fear. He knew Derek was going to throw the chair to the floor he just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much. But to his surprise Derek took a heavy breath in and gently placed Stiles and the chair back onto the floor.
Stiles sighed audibly hanging his head forward. Derek looked at him with a tinge of sorrow but it was gone within moments. Stiles missed it but Scott was fully aware of what he had just seen. Derek walked around Stiles and flicked out a sharp nailed finger. With a quick flick of his wrist he cut the rope holding Stiles. The rope fell to the floor around Stiles giving him the freedom to move. Stiles jumped from the chair. He gave himself a well needed stretch. His bones crack and his muscles loosened. Derek watched him hearing every bone crack, every muscle tense and relax, every breath go in and out and every pulse of blood rush around Stiles' body. He sighed closing his eyes for a few seconds. He shook his head and looked back at Stiles.
"What did you tell him?"
Stiles, who had his arms stretched behind his back, looked at Derek with a hurt expression. He had been tied to that chair for hours and hadn't peeped a word. However his annoying, muscly, tall, dark, handsome... um... evil team mate had no trust in him at all. Instantly assuming he had given them up.
"I didn't say anything. That's why he was beating me up... well actually it's because I called myself a human."
Derek's eyebrow furrowed as he listened to Stiles babble.
"Because you what?"
Stiles looked back up at Derek opened mouthed. He looked round towards his best friend Scott. Knowing he was there made him feel better and safer.
"Um... I told him I was human."
Derek's eyebrows furrowed even more. Scott placed his hand on Stiles shoulder and turned him to face him.
"Why did he hit you because of that?"
Stiles shrugged.
"I dunno. He kept shouting at me. Saying I was a monster. Asking me what I was. He seemed adamant that I wasn't human. But of course that's absurd."
Derek's eyes widen as Stiles spoke. Scott looked up to Derek questioning. Scott knew that Stiles was human. They all did. Didn't they. Derek's expression put doubt into Scott's mind. Derek looked as if he knew something about Stiles that none of them knew. Not even Stiles. Stiles looked round from Scott and at Derek. Stiles' eyebrows began to furrow as he examined Derek's feared expression. Derek backed away slightly. He grabbed the chair as he began to stumble. The chair gave him some stability but he still looked as if he were going to fall. Stiles pulled his shoulder out of Scott's grip and faced Derek. Anger began to boil up inside his chest as he watched Derek breath heavily with a strange kind of fear. Stiles walked towards Derek anger blazing in his eyes.
"It absurd. Right?"
He shouted with a harsh bitterness. Derek looked up from the floor. His expression was lost and fearful. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost. Stiles' face dropped. Was he not human? Was he really a monster?