This is a rather short story. I'm terrible at dragging things out. Anyway, I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. Enjoy!

Stiles swallowed hard as he pulled against the restraints. Brunski came closer with a syringe, full of what the teenager didn't know. He didn't want to find out either. 'Please…' Stiles sniffled. 'You don't have to do this.'

Brunski held Stiles' shoulder and pressed the needle to his neck. 'Oh, I really do.'

Earlier:

'Stilinski!' Coach Finstock yelled. Stiles jumped up from where he had been sleeping. He looked around the classroom with slight confusion. Then his eyes rested on the angry face of his Lacrosse Coach and Economics teacher.

'Uh yeah, Coach?'

'" Uh yeah, Coach?'" Finstock mocked. 'You do know you're supposed to be taking notes, right? Why are you sleeping in my class?'

Stiles sighed. 'I just didn't sleep well last night,' he muttered as he rubbed his face. He hoped that Scott didn't hear him, but when your best friend is a werewolf the chances were slim. A bit louder, he said, 'Sorry Coach, it won't happen again.'

Coach leaned on Stiles' desk and said in a quiet voice, 'Stiles, if you need anything, let me know.' Stiles nodded. All of his teachers knew about Stiles' crazy spell. They didn't know all of the details but they knew about his short stay at Eichen House due to "stress". The Coach went back to lecturing.

After class, Stiles rushed out, hoping Scott wouldn't catch up. No such luck. 'Stiles!' Scott yelled and easily caught up. 'Stiles, dude, are you ok?'

'Look man,' Stiles sighed. 'I'm fine.' He couldn't quite reach Scott's eye.

'I can tell you're lying, Stiles.'

Stiles looked his best friend in the eye. 'They're just nightmares. Normal nightmares.' He paused and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 'Well as normal as they can be when you watched yourself kill people.'

Scott's eyes were full of concern. He thought that the Nogitsune business was far behind them. It had been over two months and things were starting to feel normal again. The assassins were gone and the Benefactor was shut down. So why was Stiles having nightmares again? 'Stiles-'

'I know, Scott. I don't know why the nightmares have started again.' Stiles said cutting him off. 'And I know that it wasn't me. I know I didn't actually kill anyone. I know that I didn't twist that sword in your gut. But it doesn't change the fact that I remember everything. And for whatever reason, I can't get it out of my head.'

'It's ok, man,' Scott said touching his best friend's arm. 'You know I'm here if you ever want to talk.' Stiles nodded. 'I mean it.' Scott hated seeing his best friend this way. The dark circles under his eyes, the paleness. It all reminded him too much of when the Nogitsune had possessed. It scared him.

'Alright, well, I've got to get to class,' Stiles said, finally breaking the silence. Scott nodded and gave Stiles' arm a squeeze then the two parted ways.

The rest of the day was a blur to Stiles. Lacrosse practise sucked that night. Stiles felt like he was moving in slow motion and couldn't keep up. He groaned as he missed another pass.

'Stilinski!' Coach yelled for the second time today. The teen came over to him. Once out of earshot of, almost, everyone, Finstock started. 'Why don't you hit the showers early? Practise is almost over anyway.' He genuinely looked concerned for the boy. Stiles nodded. He was too tired to argue.

'Thanks, Coach.' He headed to the locker room.

'And get some sleep!' Finstock yelled after him. Then he turned back to the field. 'Greenberg! How do you expect to get the ball if you're too busy gawking? Go run laps! McCall, get back to work!' Scott was watching Stiles enter the locker room. He sighed. Going home early would be good for Stiles.

Once in the locker room, Stiles let his shoulders sag and threw his bag down. He pulled off his practise jersey and sat down on the bench. He rubbed his face with his hands. Stiles hated feeling this weak. He hated seeing Scott worry about him. The Nogitsune had literally ruined his life. He felt like everyone looked at him differently now.

A noise brought him from his thoughts. Stiles looked up but didn't see anyone. 'Scott?' he called out. 'Liam?' He got no response. Stiles stood up. 'Ok, I know someone's there.' He closed his eyes and sighed. 'Fine,' he muttered to himself. 'Just my imagination.' Stiles shoved his jersey into his bag. 'And now I'm talking to myself. Maybe I did belong in Eichen House…'

'That can be arranged,' came a voice from behind him. Stiles turned quickly, but not quick enough to dodge the stun gun aimed at his chest. The electricity ran through his body and he dropped to the floor. Through blurry eyes, he saw Brunski, the head orderly from Eichen House, whom he thought was dead. Stiles tried, in vain, to get away from the man who had tried to kill him and Lydia. He should be dead. Stiles saw him die. How was he here?

'H-howareyou…' His speech was slurred and the words ran together. He fought to stay conscious as Brunski leaned over him and began riffling through his pockets. Not finding anything, the orderly left Stiles' side to go through his bag. The teen had managed to calm his breathing enough to concentrate better. He started to move away from Brunski. Brunski, however, found what he was looking for. Stiles' phone. He powered it down and pocketed it. Then he turned back to Stiles. The teen had made it to the end of the row of lockers. Brunski was impressed. He walked slowly over to the struggling boy and grabbed him by the hair. Stiles yelped in surprise. Then a thought struck him. Scott and Liam were both still out there. They would be able to hear him.

'Sc-' he started but Brunski brought the stun gun into his neck. Stiles' breath was caught in his throat and no sound would come out. He fell to the floor again, writhing in pain.

'Now, let's take you home,' Brunski said right in Stiles' ear. Then he punched the teen in the face. Stiles' last thought before losing consciousness was Well, this sucks.

Scott, Liam and the rest of the lacrosse team made their way into the locker room after practise. Everyone seemed worried about Stiles. He just didn't seem himself. Sighing, Scott pulled open his locker and began to gather his things. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Stiles' bag. Weird, he had left the field almost a half hour ago.

'Stiles?' Scott called out. 'Are you still here?' The rest of the team looked around. There was no Stiles. Danny went to look outside.

'He wouldn't just leave his bag, would he?' Liam asked. 'I mean he was pretty tired looking.' Scott shook his head.

'His Jeep is still here,' Danny said as he came back into the locker room. Now Scott was really worried. The rest of the team finished changing. Danny asked if he should get Coach but Scott shook his head and assured Danny that he would find Stiles.

Once the rest of the team left Scott looked around carefully, taking note of every detail. Liam followed him around looking a little lost. Scott picked up Stiles' scent. He followed it from his bag to the end of the row and then toward the door. There was someone else there too. The scent was different. It was unknown.

'Is that Stiles' blood?' Liam asked seeing the blood splattered on the floor. Scott nodded. 'And someone else was here,' the Alpha said.

Liam looked concerned. 'Who was it?' Scott didn't answer right away. Instead, he was focused on the emotions. He sensed Stiles' fear and the unknown man's happiness. It was sickening how this guy was happy to see Stiles afraid.

'I can't tell who it was but Stiles was scared. Really scared.' Who would take Stiles? Stiles was harmless. 'We need to find him.'

There you have it, the first chapter. Please review!