Because there isn't enough tortured!Stiles fanfics out there.

This is a different version of what happened in 2x12, I thought I'd make my own version. And change it. Alot.


I knew it wasn't a good idea. Me, Stiles Stilinski, running around with a pack of wolves. Well crawling behind. I'm 147 pounds of fragile skin and bones. Sarcasm is my only defense, meanwhile, these puppies have claws. God, Derek would hit me if he heard me calling him a puppy! To be honest, what I'm saying was, it wasn't really an idea, it just kind of...happened. One second I was at the edge of the lacrosse field, the next I'm being pushed down a flight of stairs. Not literally like a second apart. It felt like that because of how fast it went. It really did.


"Mmph!" My eyes darted around the the source of the sound, but found nothing. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I began my search for a light switch. With a click the whole place flooded into light. I gasped as I saw two very familiar people. Erica and Boyd. I quickly went over and moved to release Erica from where she was. Erica tried to speak through her mouth cover. I looked at her, shushing her, in hope of her being quiet so we weren't caught.

I grasped my hands onto the wires and began handli- "Ouch!" I hissed. The lights flickered in the room and the door opened at the top of the stairs. "They were trying to warn you. It's electrified." I turned and watched as he walked down the stairs, hand still burning slightly. He smiled at me, a sickly one. I started trying to stall him, in hopes that Scott would burst through the door, riding on Derek's back, like a knight in shining armor on top of his noble steed. Yeah, I can imagine that. "What are you doing with them?" I inquired. He lent back against the wall, "At the moment... Just keeping them comfortable. There is no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their Alpha is too strong." I wanted to shout at him, call him unimaginable names. Not really a good idea to antagonize your kidnapper though. I continued in my attempt at stalling him. "Okay...So what are you doing with me?" Please don't kill me, please don't kill me. Or Erica and Boyd. None of us please. Stall, stall. "...Because Scott can find me alright, he knows my scent." I stopped before continuing with my rambling. "It's pungent you know, more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried in the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine..." Let's hope he doesn't want to test that theory.

"You have a knack for creating a vivid picture Mr Stilinski, let me paint one of my own." Oh no. Then again as long as he doesn't paint a picture with my blood I'm not that fussed. "Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp," He began walking closer. "How does that sound now?" I gulped, mouth gaping slightly. Think, Stiles, think. "I think I might prefer more of a still-life landscape you know." He stared me down, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Okay, now for the offensive, I suppose. "What are you? Like 90? Look I can probably kick your ass up and down the street." I saw a blur of a hand come towards me, slapping my face. Oh ow, okay leave the offensive to the big people, got it. I dropped to the floor, rotating my jaw in an attempt to regain feeling. He grasped the front of my shirt, me face to face with him. Oh no. Stall!

"Okay, woah, woah, woah-" My head whacked backwards into the floor from the force of his punch. I was pulled up, only for it to be repeated again and again. I groaned out, each time, unable to even attempt to fight back. Oh geeze, this is gonna hurt in the morning.


I woke, groaning, feeling like I had just been hit by a truck. I tried sitting up and cried out. "Ugh, note to squishy pale human, don't move too fast. Oh hi guys." Boyd and Erica were watching me. I stumbled, slowly getting up to take the duct tape off of their mouths. Once I had removed it from both of them, they didn't say a word, just stared. "Stiles?" I looked at Erica in question. "Are you sure your not some sort of super human? I wouldn't have been able to cope with a beating that that when I was..." I gave her my signature grin. "When you were what, a sickly human? I know right, hanging around with you supernatural creatures must be rubbing off onto me, now only if I can gain your healing powers and find a way to be some kind of billionaire recluse. My wolfsbane could be having friends, you know? I could be Batman."

Erica rolled her eyes at me. "Well if you want to finish rambling, wanna find a way to get us out of here?" Boyd asked briskly. I raised my eyebrow at him, almost laughing. "Okay big guy, I'll get you out of here, but remember when your out, this squishy human saved your life and-" He growled at me and I stopped. "Get us out, now, or I rip your throat out. With my-" "Yeah big guy, with your teeth, is that a signature wolfy threat?" I huffed, going over to where they were tied up. I wonder if... I put my hands to the wires holding them and began tugging on Boyd wires, ignoring the sparks of electricity shooting through my arms, when a extra strong spark ran through me. "Jesus!" I shouted. Boyd stared at me, expression unchanging. "What? I tried! Why don't you activate your wolfy powers and saw your way out with your claws or something!" Erica went to speak, when her expression turned to one of panic. "Go sit down! Or look harmless or something!" I saw the urgency on her face and did as told.

The door at the top of the stairs slammed open, Gerard walking in, bruise across his face. "Ouch buddy, whatcha do, walk into a door? Yeesh." He gave me a cold galore before smiling sinisterly, then revealed what was behind his back and spoke. "Your friend, Scott was it? He did this, so I seeing as your seem to love being treated equally to your 'pack', I thought I'd show you how I treat them, hunter to wolf." He lifted up a car battery, with some clamps. Damn me and my big mouth. Erica and Boyd snarled, for me? I wasn't sure. "Don't worry, you two have had your turn, now it's time for you friend, shall we Stiles?"


"That was fun, wasn't it? We can go for round two another time." I ignored him, lying on the floor, muscles twitching, tears streaming down my cheeks. I heard footsteps and the door at the top of the stairs opening, then closing. "Stiles?" I lied still, whimpering. "Stiles!" I opened my eyes, looking up. Erica looked at me with a face of concern. "I don't exactly like you, but I definitely don't wish that upon you." I nodded in acknowledgement, my throat too hoarse to talk. "I have an idea, but you might not like it, you'll have to stall him. I think that I could maybe signal the pack to our location by-" "Howling to them." I murmured. Erica nodded. "Well go for it." Erica nodded and glanced at Boyd signalling the go. And then, they howled.


The door slammed open and Gerard stormed down the stairs. "What have you done?!" He shouted. "Let's teach you a lesson, I'll harm your pet." He spat out. What pet? Wait... "Hey, let's bargain buddy, how bout I make sure they don't kill you when they get here? Just maim or seriously injure?" He grabbed me by my collar and shoved me against the wall. Ouch. He grabbed me tightly by my neck, cutting off my air supply. I gasped for air, eyes watering. His fist punched me in the jaw, knocking my head backwards into the wall. His fists flew down onto my face. He pulled forwards the car battery, smiling. "Round two?" I shuffled backwards across the floor but he grabbed me, pressing me to the floor, clipping the clamps onto my hands, then tying them up again. "Please don't! I'm sure we can figure out a happy medium oka- ARGH!" I screamed as jolts of electricity flew though my body. I faintly heard Erica or Boyd howl again, but my mind was focused on the pain surging through my body. "Let's switch this a bit higher. I don't think I heard you." I saw him connect another clamp and smile, then shocking me again. I didn't scream this time. I couldn't find the strength to make words come from my mouth. "I said, louder!" He turned it up higher. "No...nonononononononono..." I groaned out. He chuckled and lowered it down slightly. "That's more like it. Now lets see how you do with it a bit higher for a bit longer..." I breathed slowly, trying to calm my breathing, when a large surge jolted through my body. "Argh!" I shouted out, tears began streaming down my cheeks against my will. He turned it down again, slightly, but enough for it to be a dull buzz throughout my body. He punched me across the face then stood, this time walking away. "I need to make my escape, so let's leave you with the pain, I wonder how long you'll last before it kills you, or whether your pack cares enough to make it in time?" He walked up the stairs, leaving the room. I heard the door bolt shut.

"Stiles, I need you to stay awake." I heard Boyd say, in a facade of forced calm.

"Mhmm..." I mumbled back.

"Stiles?" Erica asked cautiously.

"Ngh." I tried to speak, but my mouth felt like cotton, my tongue heavy.

...

I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, everything hurting

...

I felt my body slumping as I began dozing, fading away.

...

"Stiles? Stiles? Stiles!"

...

The last thing I heard before everything went silent and black was a pained howl from Erica and Boyd.

...

Then it all went numb.


I opened my eyes to light and swiftly closed them again, the sudden brightness burning. I could faintly hear snarling and loud voices. I felt the pain stop but my body continued to twitch. "What's wrong with him?!" Derek? "He was connected to a car battery for nearly a full hour so I'm surprised he's still alive. Where is Scott?" Scott isn't here? "He was...Busy." I saw more clearly as my eyes slowly focused, after keeping them half open whilst they spoke. Erica and Boyd were released from their restraints and Boyd looked pissed. He started shouting loudly. "Busy?! What is more important than helping his best friend?!" Isaac's lips flattened into a straight line. "Apparently his girlfriend." I felt my eyes prickle for a complete different reason than the pain. Scott chose...Allison, over me? As if I spoke out loud, everyone's face darted towards mine. Derek walked over and pulled me up, letting me use his body as a crutch. Isaac grabbed the other side of me and they both slowly dragged me along. I tried to walk but my legs gave out, still twitching from the electricity that had been surging through my body, my muscles still tensing randomly. Isaac caught me and pulled me back up. I let my head loll to the side onto Isaac's shoulder. "You okay there?" I heard him ask me. " 'M kay, just give me hour an I'll be my sarcas an chirpy sel..." I drowsily mumbled a reply, trying to be coherent. Failing to be coherent. "Yeah, your really not okay, c'mon Stilinski, to Derek's wolf train we go." Isaac said laughing to himself, trying to put on a happy face. "Kay 'aac. I'm just gon to drop now..." I warned him, then slumped to the ground, head spinning as I dropped.


Ugh, I really didn't like being the fragile one. Waking up in different places each time I pass out isn't exactly my cup of tea. Then again, passing out at all isn't something I liked. I opened my eyes slowly whilst trying to push myself up, then stopping and letting out a cry of pain. Everything was stiff. Everything ached. Everything felt like I had gone three rounds with Derek when he was in pissed off 'Rip your throat out with my teeth' mood and lost. "Stiles?" I heard a feminine voice say. "Hey Erica, how you doing this fine day?" I asked her sarcastically. She let out a stiff laugh. The others ran in and stood, watching over me. "He has his sarcasm back, so I'm sure he's on the road to recovery." I grinned at her, ignoring the pain I felt... all over everywhere. "I told you before, if you wanna play Catwoman, I'll be your Batman and that's exactly what I did. Well tried to anyway." I got a raised eyebrow sent my way from Derek. "What are you... You know what, I don't even want to know." Isaac muttered. I tried to sit up again, flinching.

"Does it hurt Stiles?" Boyd asked me, concerned. I shook my head, flinching when I did so, regretting the action immediately. "Don't lie Stiles. How much does it hurt, honestly?" Derek asked me. I swallowed and looked him dead in the eyes. "Honestly? I..." I stopped, looking down. I felt a hand on my shoulder and the pain left my body, I slumped down, almost falling off the seat I was on, when Erica caught me and pushed me into sitting position. "Jesus Christ Stiles." Derek cursed, black veins crawling up him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes tightly shut in pain. I tried to pull away, knowing it was hurting him, but he grabbed me tighter. "Why didn't you say you were in this much pain?!" He demanded. I shook my head slowly. "I didn't want to bother you, doesn't hurt too bad anyway," I paused, feeling tired, knowing I could drift to sleep without it hurting. " 'Sides, not pack anyway, just human... Just follow around. Don't want be a...a both...a bof..." I closed my eyes, not being able to speak anymore from how tired I was. Geeze, this healing stuff sure takes it out of me. "He thinks he isn't pack." "Well we don't act like he is do we?" "We abandoned him before when he needed help but let him save us." "...Stronger than he..." "...Needs to understand that he..." "...Because he's human doesn't..."

Yeah, so there will be a lot of Scott bashing, later on I'll explain Scott's 'reasons' for not helping. Also this will be a longgggg fic. I hope! Woop!🙌 👏

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