Bear In Trap

Teen Wolf

Warnings: Language, sever horror, gay romance (BoyxBoy).

Mature Themes

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf

Chapter One:

Stiles

It was one of those nights again, the ones that Stiles would wake up in the middle of the woods freezing. His mind was constantly in some other place, and right now at lease he was actually awake. At lease he hoped to god he was actually awake, and not in some messed up fragment of his imagination like last time.

He was in the woods, again like last time, and the weather was just as harsh as it was before. Stiles looked around, racking his mind multiple times trying to locate where he would be exactly, but to him everything look almost identical.

Stiles sat up, but his vision was clouded and blurry. A gust of wind blew through the crisp September air, sending shivers down his spine, and goosebumps across his skin. He was as lucky as last time, wearing only a big, loose blue t-shirt, and sweatpants, with nothing on his feet. And no phone.

Pushing the dizziness and motion sickness out of the way, he finally stood up. Stiles' skin was on fire, scratches and thorns and other things stuck to his skin, but he also push those things away as he crawled to his feet.

Standing there, shaking, wobbling from side to side, Stiles looked, and listened around. The sounds around him were pretty usual to the ones he usually heard when he was with Scott or Derek in the middle of the night. Something though, that wasn't usual was the crunching sound that could be heard on top of the wet leaves from the rain that afternoon. He's feet were planted to the ground, he hadn't move a step yet. A branch or two snapped loudly under the weight of something, or someone.

He wasn't alone.

Stiles waited, thinking that he could mistake the sound for something entirely different, but it wasn't until a boom echoed through the sky that sent Stiles in a full running motion. Pain was surrounding his body, and tiredness already filled his veins, although he pushed himself harder and faster through the forest when he heard a second gun shot, and footsteps running in puddles and against the wet ground.

He stumbled as he ran through the woods. His feet catching on anything and all the things that littered the ground, this made him stumble, causing him to run slower than he ment to. Tree limbs were almost reaching out to him, scratching his pale skin, and blocking his view even more than the forecasting darkness and blurry vision. Mud squished between his toes, surprising him, as they stayed planted, but his momentum propelled Stiles forward down a hill in the forest.

Leaves and dirt clung to him, and pain excelled threw his body, while his stomach rolled around in his body as he rolled himself down the hill. A tree slammed against him, or he slammed against a tree, his back almost snapping in his ears as he bended around it. Stiles uncoiled himself from the tree, and rolled onto his stomach, gasping for a breath, but only letting out a sickly cough, blood spitting from his lips.

The jolt of pain from the tree, gave him a little boost of adrenaline, and Stiles used it to push himself to his feet again, and run. He ran slightly faster than he did before, he put his mind to a different motive, to survive, so his body wouldn't relies the brutal pain radiating all over him. Dirt kicked up from where his heels of his bare feet meet the ground, and the wind was slowing him down as its' force blew against him. Yet Stiles' still keep his motive strong, as was his effort and strength, and kept moving his way through the dark forest.

He stopped abruptly. Very abruptly. Not like last time though did his body's momentum make him tumble to the ground.

His screams echoed throughout the forest.

A bear trap, one that was still on the forests' floor from when Tate scattered them all over the woods in order to catch his coyote, and unknown daughter, that he though killed his family, which did, but he didn't know she was his daughter turned mutant. It was clipped like a paper clasp on his shin, and he could almost feel its' rusty talons touching the bone of his leg.

Tears of pain escaped his eyes and streamed a path of wetness down his face, making the collar of his t-shirt damp, and stick to the skin of his neck. Stiles' let out another scream of pain, almost, maybe louder than the one before it, as he felt his own blood pool on his foot, and slide its' way down and around his ankle. Stiles' body clasped in complete and utterly pain, and he screamed again as he bent closer to the trap and try to force the thing off of him, but the only thing that happened was that the teeth of the bear trap dug deeper in his skin.

Stiles finally completely clasped, his back pressed against the ground of the forest, and his leg throbbing and stinging. He coughed another sickly, chokingly cough, and spat blood from his mouth, covering the front of him in the thick, dark, sticky substance of it.

"Help!" Stiles yelled, his snort nails digging into the soft thick dirt of the forests' floor, spitting up another mouth full of blood. "Please!" He wailed, darkness clouding up his vision, making it ten times blurrier then it had already been in the first place.

He let his eyelids close, not yet in the state of unconsiness, yet not completely aware of anything other than the ringing sound in his ears. Stiles couldn't tell how long he had been exactly lying there, with the wetness of the ground soaking his already wet enough clothing. He shuddered as another gust of wind-swept its way through the air, his breathing slowing down along with his heart rate.

"Stiles!" It was almost like a soft whisper in his ear, something almost lullabying him to sleep. His head pounded as the lullaby got louder, screeching like the squeaky breaks on his jeep. "Stiles!"

Like a vacuum pump, there was a pop, like swimming and getting water in your ears, the water suddenly drained from his ears. Stiles opened his eyes with all the strength he could after he heard his name being called for a finial time.

It wasn't hunters with guns that were surrounding him, but Derek, Chris, and his father.

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