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"I don't understand why you want to kill him. Haven't you hurt him enough?" Stiles looked at Scott with pleading eyes, as if he was saying, "Just kill him and get the gun away from my head." But being Scott and not having the best luck, like usual, he couldn't help his friend. If Scott moved it would be a bullet through his best friends head. There would be brain matter and blood everywhere, it would be gory and gross.
"But Scott I didn't do all of this to hurt poor Stiles, I did it to damage your pack, make you weak." And with that being said a gunshot rang through the room, someone screamed then silence.
~Two Days Earlier~
Stiles was heading to the sheriff station with dinner for him and his dad. This would be the first time they would really talk after the whole Theo, Dread Doctors, Evil Beast thing. He walked in nodding a 'hello' to the lady at the front desk. Then headed into his dads office to wait. But his dad was already there.
"Hey Stiles."
"Hey dad how's work going?"
"Boring but, what's in the bag?"
"Dinner. Dinner dad."
"Good I'm starving."
It was going well until the Sheriff hit a sore spot with Stiles when he said,
"I made sure that no one charged for any deaths."
That word death made Stiles freak out.
"What! Dad why would you think anyone would charge me with- WHY."
This ended up with a giant argument, leaving Stiles going home crying and the Sheriff red faced with anger.
"I'll see you home."
Stiles mumbled. When he got home he didn't even comprehend the front door was unlocked or the strange hooded man in the living room. Stiles then felt an oddly familiar pain in his back he found it to be a Taser. Then his world went blank.
~Sheriff's POV~
I felt utterly terrible about what I did to Stiles earlier so I left early to see if he was okay. In which he wasn't, he was gone. All I could do was panic as I searched my entire house for my baby. He was no where. I ran through the living room phone in hand when I saw a little note on the table.
Sherriff,
I have your dearest boy
For a boy with ADHD, he can be very still
Maybe you should call Scott.
Stiles has caused many deaths in my family.
I think him and his pack should pay.
~RM
When I saw the note I almost had a heart attack. I called Scott and the pack. They all were over in less than 10 minutes. We had Scott scent the note and the others were working on records with the initials RM. Scott was scared I was scared everyone was scared. But we needed to find my son.
~Stiles POV~
I woke up to excruciating pain in my back. The memories from last night hit me like a truck. I tried o move my arms but they were tied down, so were my legs. I am screwed. I opened my eyes to a dim room, and a man with a black hoodie on standing feet from me.
"I see your awake. I have some rules that you will listen to or get a worse punishment, understand?" I only nodded. "Okay good. 1. You will not talk unless asked to do so 2. you will not try to escape and 3 you will NOT contact with your pack!" I nodded and looked at him. He had that look, I know that look. He turned around without saying a word and walked over to a table I just saw was there. He grabbed something, a weapon of some sort. And I wasn't ready.