Hi, thanks for reading!
I needed some Stiles whump so I'm writing this bit.
Sorry about any mistakes and typo's, don't have much time to reread and English is my second language.

Please let me know what you think :D

- EllyRose

The first thing he noticed, is the taste of blood. The strong, metal-like taste made his eyes pop open. Slowly, the shadows above him sharpened. He saw trees against the dark night sky. Why is he in a forest?

Stiles tried to bring his hand to his mouth to feel where the blood was coming from. But something was tugging around his hands. He looked above him, and saw that his hands were tied to a tree with rope. He tugged a little harder, but quit as his ribs started to hurt. What the hell happened to him…

He closed his eyes and frowned as he tried to recollect his memories. Earlier that day he was… at home. His dad made him go buy bread and milk, as they had run out. Stiles had jumped into his truck, and thought to himself that he would treat himself to chips as well. He had been on his way to the store, when something suddenly jumped out of the woods, right in front of his truck. Automatically, he turned his steering wheel to the right and then all went black.

It had been around 4 in the afternoon, but the sky above him seemed like around midnight. He had lost a lot of hours then. And who – or what- had taken him into the woods and tied him to a tree? Stiles shook his head. He had to stay calm and think about a way out. He was the sheriff's son after all.

He turned his body to the side, and his phone fell out of his pocket. With his knee, he kicked the phone to his hands. It took a bit of squirming before his fingertips finally felt the phone. He found the speeddail to Scott.

It rang. Once. Twice.

"C'mon Scott," Stiles grunted with a hoarse voice.

"Hello?" Scott sounded tired.

"Scott! Scott, you gotta come find me, I'm –" A foot stamped down on the phone, crushing the screen. Stiles' heart jumped and he looked up. A dark figure was standing over him. Stiles could only see the white in this persons eyes, which made him look terrifying.

The figure stepped over Stiles, kicking him in the ribs. Stiles grunted when the pain hit him.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Stiles asked as he tried to keep is voice from shaking.

The man looked at Stiles again.

"Don't you worry, I just want information." His voice sounded deep and hoarse, as if the man hadn't spoken in years.

"Information about what?" Stiles was confused, what information did he need from Stiles?

The man chuckled softly. "I was sent here to find out about the Diviner."

"The- the what? Diviner? I have never heard o-"

The man took two steps towards Stiles and grabbed his throat. His hands squeezed painfully and Stiles was fighting for air.

"The Diviner. One who carries unnatural powers. Word has it that you come from a long bloodline of Diviners. I'm here to test whether you form a threat against the anthropoid. If you have powers, we will find out tonight." Stiles' vision started to blur as he tried to gasp for air. "So the more you work with me, the sooner you will be free. Or dead." He added.

He released his hand around Stiles' neck. Stiles' head fell backwards and hit the ground hard. For a couple seconds, everything turned black. He blinked as he saw the man walk away. He took a few deep breaths as his heart raced. He had absolutely no idea what this freakshow was talking about, he had never even heard about Diviners. This man must have the wrong person.

He tried to come up with a plan, but his head hurt too much to focus. He watched the man walk over to another tree, where it seemed he had placed his stuff. He was searching through a backpack, when Stiles gave it another try.

"L-Listen. I don't know who you are, but you have the wrong person. I don't have any powers. I'm not a werewolf, or banshee or anything. Just human, I swear."

"Stilinski?" The man breathed.

Stiles held his breath. This man knew his name.

"That's what I thought," the man continued searching through his belongings.

After a couple minutes, the man stood up and walked up to Stiles. In his hand he held a knife. Stiles started to panic.

"H-Hold on! You can't just start torturing me! I swear you must have gotten a wrong name! I'm normal! I- " Stiles screamed as the knife sunk into his shoulder. White pain shot through his whole body. Tears started streaming down his face. His body shut down for a couple seconds as everything turned black.

A hand slapped his face hard, and Stiles inhaled deeply as he woke.

"I didn't say you could go to sleep yet. I've barely started."

"P-Please," Stiles whispered. His shoulder was still bleeding softly and it was painfully pounding.

The man didn't respond. Instead, he took Stiles' hand and bent it backwards until the bone cracked. Stiles screamed and squirmed on the ground, breathing heavily as he tried to process the pain.

Before Stiles' could come back to his senses, the man hit him hard in the face with his fist, knocking him out completely.