His eyes opened slowly, attempting to adjust to the darkness that surrounded him. He heard little noises coming from every direction, but not really sure what, or who, was making them. He blinked rapidly forcing his eyes to adjust quicker hoping to at least see where the noises were coming from, and possibly figure out where he was. After a few short moments with his eyes closed, Stiles opened them again finally being able to see where he was, and what surrounded him. He looked around the small dark room seeing hooks and chains attached to the walls, dead rats littering the ground, and that's when he noticed it. He couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, but at that moment, Stiles knew he wasn't alone.
"Hello?" Stiles asked trying to figure out who he was trapped with.
After what felt like an eternity, Stiles asked again, "Hey, man, are you awake? Do you know where we are?" Again, no response. Stiles sat quietly again, waiting for the other prisoner to respond. Finally Stiles had had enough.
"HEY, WAKE UP!"
With that, the person across the room shot their head up banging it against the wall behind him.
"Oh shit, man are you okay?" Stiles asked wincing at the pain, knowing how much that would have hurt. The other prisoner looked up, quickly scanning the room before landing his eyes on Stiles.
"Stiles? Is that you?" the other man asked curiously.
"Isaac? Holy shit, Isaac, how did you…how did we…what the hell is going on?" Stiles asked while trying to hold back the panic sound in his voice, but unfortunately failing miserably.
"I don't really remember. One moment I was talking with Scott, the next moment I'm being dragged by my feet into a van, and now I'm here with you."
Isaac sat with his head between his knees trying to understand what was happening while also trying to remember the faces of his attackers. Nothing. He looked up at Stiles who was rubbing his temples also attempting to remember.
"I don't really remember anything either. I was sitting at my desk, waiting for my dad to leave the house so I could go see Lydia, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in here. Do you think maybe this has to do with Gerard? He may be in a wheel chair, but there's no doubt that he's still crazy." Stiles looked up while he asked, scanning Isaac's face hoping he would remember something.
"I don't think so. Derek said he was in such a pathetic state that there's no chance he would be able to do anything, or anyone would follow him now. I just hope Derek find us sooner or later." Isaac put his head down fighting back the tears. The last time he was in such a small space was when his dad was alive and he had failed a math test. Flashbacks of the freezer flooded his brain causing his heart to beat faster, and his breathing becoming short and quick.
Stiles saw what was happening and quickly crawled over to the panicking boy, making sure not to sit up too much so he didn't hit his head off the ceiling. Stiles sat down beside Isaac instinctively putting his hand on his back and rubbing small circles in between his shoulder blades.
The boy began to relax, adjusting his body so the he was lying down, head in Stiles' lap, taking deep breaths. Stiles didn't mind. He loved being able to comfort people when they were going through hard times. He remembered going through panic attacks as a child, and his mom would always rub small circles into his back and sing to him. Stiles drew the line with Isaac though. There was no way he was going to sing to his friend. Knowing Isaac, he would probably just punch him and tell him to shut up anyway.
"Hey Stiles?" Isaac asked, his voice low almost falling into a whisper.
"Hmmm?" Stiles responded.
Isaac hesitated. "Do you think Derek or Scott will find us?"
Stiles stayed silent for a few moments. When he had found out about werewolves, Stiles knew that his life would never be the same. He had come to accept the fact that no matter what he did, he would always be in danger, and although he wasn't okay with that, he knew that he had to accept it if he wanted to keep his friends in his life, and although he was only human, Scott and the others seemed to like him around making it obvious that he had made the right choice.
"I don't know Isaac. I know they'll try. They're probably searching for us right now. I mean let's be honest, there's no way that they would be able to live without the awesomeness that is Stiles, and that adorable puppy face of yours." Isaac chuckled lightly, taking a deep breath and relaxing into Stiles' lap some more.
"You think I'm adorable?" Isaac asked as he looked up at Stiles with a huge grin on his face, forgetting momentarily that he has just been kidnapped.
"Don't let it go to your head, puppy." Stiles said as he smacked the top of Isaac's head. Just then a piece of the floor began to open, and light flooded into the dark cellar.
Isaac instinctively sat up, eyes flashing yellow, attempting to attack the man above them, but before getting a chance he felt a foot collide with his face. He fell back quickly, banging his head off the ground, completely knocking him out. Stiles looked up at the man, mouth open, not even able to say anything before he was also falling back, darkness covering his eyes. Just as Stiles was about to let the blackness take over, he heard the man talking.
"That'll show those ugly and disgusting creatures to try and take over our town. Let's see what happens when they try and come save the ugly vermin, and the pathetic human."
Stiles saw the door closing before blacking out completely
