Chapter 1
(Stiles)
He had just scored the winning goal, and six before that. Stiles felt invincible. The team rushed over to him and he was met with endless cheers and high fives.
He looked to the stands and his eyes met with the sheriff's, pride clear in his glaze. Stiles finally felt like he had done something to be proud of, all his life he had seemed to bring trouble along. His eyes moved to Lydia's and her eyes met his, they were on him- not Jackson; that moment could have made Stiles' life.
Suddenly the lights on the field went off and everything was pitch black. It didn't take long for the masses of people to freak out. Screams and complete chaos filled the bleachers and Stiles was being pushed and shoved along with everyone else. He was desperate to find a familiar face; preferably Scott's who might have an idea of what was happening.
Two arms wrapped themselves around Stiles and began dragging him backwards. Stiles began to struggle and tried telling whoever had him that they had mistook him for someone else. He given wasn't a chance to do any such thing however, and he was now nearing the edge of the field. He yanked harder and was about to yell out for help when a hand covered his mouth roughly. This provoked Stiles' spidey sense and he began to struggle harder, trying to hit his attacker.
Suddenly his arms were pinned behind his back so he kicked the man in the shin; the figure grunted and roughly pulled Stiles to the parking lot. A second figure appeared and grabbed his legs easily, and all three headed towards a blue van by the fence.
Great, thought Stiles.
He was thrown to the ground of the van and was rolled onto his stomach. Before he could even turn around, his legs were being tightly bound together and he was pushed to the side of the van. Stiles groaned as his face made contact with the metal side, dazing him momentarily. The two men took no time in grabbing Stiles' arms and binding them behind his back as well.
Stiles knew they would try to keep him quiet too, so he figured this as his only chance to scream. He was in a dark alley but the van's door was still open and there was still hope as Stiles faintly heard his father calling his name.
"Where's Stiles? Where's my son!" it's now or never thought Stiles.
"Dad! Help me! Help!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He was going to scream again but he was met with an unbelievably pain to his right eye. He was suddenly yanked by the hair.
"Don't you ever try something like that again!" the masked man growled in his face. A dirty rag was shoved so roughly and deep in Stiles' mouth that he swore he tasted blood. A thick slab of duct tape was plastered over his mouth trapping in the filthy rag. One of the men ripped off a piece of Stiles' jersey and wiped the blood off his hands from punching Stiles.
Grabbing both the piece of uniform and Stiles' cell phone, the man threw them out the back, and began heading towards the front of the van.
"On a second thought," he man sneered.
Again Stiles felt a staggering pain and his world slowly turned dark. The last audible thing being his father's frantic pleas for him to answer.
(Sheriff)
Everyone was screaming and running in all directions.
When the lights turned back on, the sheriff noticed a small gathering of people by the south goal. Instinctively he looked around to make sure it wasn't Stiles that was hurt. When he didn't see him his heart jumped.
Stiles was the single most important thing in the sheriff's life and he honestly didn't know what he would do if he lost him. He turned his quick walk into a sprint towards the group.
Anxiety turned to relief when he was it was not Stiles, but Jackson. Still concerned for the young teen he looked for Melissa McCall for help but she was already on her way. The initial panic was over and most of the crowd that had been running through the field were now heading to the parking lot.
Stiles was still nowhere to be found and although the team was still huddled together.
"Where's Stiles?" the sheriff yelled at the masses.
"Where is he?" he turned his attention the team of teens.
"Where's my son?" he asked with impatience, only to be met with blank stares and them looking around the field. Suddenly his son's familiar voice rang to his ears, yet more panicked and distressed. The sheriff headed towards the parking lot with a murderous look on his face, Scott following close behind.
The sheriff ran faster than he ever had in his life, trying to prepare himself for anything round the corner. Scott flew past him, despite that fact he had started yards behind him. The father mentally reminded himself he had to get in better shape as they grew nearer to the parking lot.
As the two rounded the corner the sheriff already knew there would be nothing- or rather no one to find.
He followed seconds behind Scott and found the teen standing next to an empty parking spot looking down at the ground. The elder of the two fixed his gaze downward and looked his eyes on the unmistakable piece of crap that was stiles' phone. Next to that piece of garbage was a strip of his jersey with blood on it.
The sheriff could only assume it was stiles' blood and worry began to build in his chest. The two of them stood there for a moment in silence before the officer turned on his sheriff mode.
He unfortunately knew about how long kidnapped victims had before finding them was a lost cause, and the thought made him sick. That would not be Stiles he told himself.
He reached for his radio and called up his units to start a search party as soon as possible.
He headed back towards his car and out of the corner of his eye he swore he was Scott run into the woods.
(Scott)
Stiles was gone. His best friend was missing, and he had no idea who took him or why. Scott didn't know much about the situation but he did know that whoever took him wasn't messing around and his best friend was in serious danger.
Scott couldn't help but feel responsible, he knew now was not the time to be wallowing in self pity and guilt and that he had so keep focus but the past couple months he had really neglected his hyperactive pal.
Stiles was so loyal and such a constant in his life that he was easy to forget sometimes and take for granted.
He hated to admit it but lately he had only been calling him for help with research or other wolf problems.
Stiles was so easy maintenance and he didn't ask for much when it came to attention. Sure he never seemed to stop with his incessant talking but it wasn't for attention – it was just his nature.
The realization that that chattering could stop forever hit Scott fast and hard. He had to do every possible thing to find and protect Stiles, his brother.
Scott miserably thought over how he had been mistreating his friend when he arrived at the hale house. He could hear the familiar voices of Isaac and Derek as he reached the fire damaged door.
He practically throw open the door without warning, he didn't have time to knock.
Hey guys..so that was my first chapter of my first EVER fan fiction. I i know the writing could definitely be better- but hey i'm trying.
Tell me what you think- i'd love to continue and i know where i want this story to go, but please let me know if you'd like that so i can start writing :)