After the success of Deadman Wonderland in Japan, America has decided to take on the idea of having prison theme parks. Where inmates will perform and entertain the public to earn points so they can buy food and clothing inside the prison. It makes their life easier inside. Of course it's the blood lust of the public looking for revenge that brings in the crowds making it a very lucrative business. Why would the government complain when they are getting forty-five percent of all profits?

Derek comes to. Blood covering the walls, the floors, his hands, his face, his entire body. He looks to the floor and there they are. His entire family. In pieces. Hollow eyes staring at him accusing. His entire world went numb, staring back at those dead eyes.

There was no sound. Until there was.

Sirens.

He's taken to the 'New Wonderland' one just outside a town called Beacon Hills. A place no one had ever heard of until they had decided to use their forests as the dumping ground for the scum of America.

He gets given a bag, his 'beginners kit' and then shown to a cell he is supposedly supposed to share with another 'death row' inmate. Sighing in defeat Derek tentatively touches the cuff around his neck which is pinching his skin. He guesses he'll have to read the rule book to find out what it's for. Everyone seems to be wearing them and the white jumpsuits. He also guessed they are for tracking and monitoring the inmates. Real subtle.

Deciding to take the bottom bunk he lies down, arm over his eyes as he tries to forget. Though life isn't so forgiving is it? Now he has plenty of time to think about what happened about how his beautiful older sister looked covered in her and her families blood lying in pieces on what was their cream carpet.

How had that happened? One minute he is stood in front of his family talking about something that he can't even remember anymore. Then next his blood had begun to boil and there was this dark shadow, glowing eyes and pressure in between his ribs and then a burst of pain followed by the black of unconsciousness.

Derek was startled out of his grieving by a person smashing their way in through the tiny window of his room. He sat up on the bed, swinging his legs so they were firmly planted on the floor. He just stared at the buzz cut until the guy stood up fully. Idly brushing glass off of him self. He looked up and met Derek's eyes grinning. What the hell? Next thing Derek new he was being jumped on, the kid was all limbs. Pushing Derek flat on his back ending up with the kid straddling his thighs, hands either side of his head as he looked down at him, large brown eyes shining in the minimal light.

"DEREK!" The kid literally howled his name throwing his head back as if baying to the moon. How the hell did he know Derek's name though? He had never met the kid before. The kid looked back down at him grinning.

"Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?!" Derek tried pushing him off but the kid was deceptively strong brushing his hands off before cupping his face pushing his forehead against Derek's, their noses bumping lightly. Derek thought he should be more freaked out than he actually was about this.

Derek felt the kid's forehead crease slightly against his own.

"We're friends Derek, always have been. You know? Stiles and Derek we were the A-Team. You always had the best toys when you came by and you could play for hours and not get tired." Stiles removed his forehead but moved only enough to look Derek in the eye. "Everyone else would get tired Derek, they were sooo boring." Stiles bumped their noses together again before crawling off his lap, deciding to sit next to him on the bed. Relived of the weight Derek sat up leaning back on his arms, looking at the boy who was now sat next to him lining up his feet as if doing yoga, he was biting his lip in concentration, rocking slightly.

Again, what the hell?