WARNING: This story is rated M for a reason. Violence/Gore/Sex/Rape and numerous other things. If anything is a trigger to you, be warned that most chapters in this story will be related to this.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Teen Wolf.
CHAPTER ONE
Darkness is the first thing I see when I become conscious. I think maybe I'm blind, that the blow to my head took out more than I thought. I can't even remember why they hit me. Were we fighting? Who was it? Where was I before? Where am I now?
My eyes are closed, head is pounding heavily at my temple. There's a noise. Chains? They are scraping on the floor. I have half a thought that I should be afraid, but I'm too incoherent to really fight. Everything feels heavy, distant, and I can't focus on where one thought fades into another.
Something grabs my wrist. It feels soft, delicate. It curls gently around, but the fingers don't quite wrap around entirely. A hand? In fact, a small hand.
Then the breath whooshes out of my lungs as relief washes over me, pain that I didn't even realize I felt being sucked out of my temple, back, throat, arms, ugh, and it feels as if the bones in my legs are reconnecting.
I'm finally able to pry open my eyes. It's still dark, splotchy white dots are haunting my vision. When they stop blurring and my head stops spinning I'm gazing up at a cave? A cell? The ceiling is stone and pretty low, it'd probably brush against my head if I stood on my toes.
There's ragged breaths coming close beside me. The hand that held my wrist falls loose and I hear the thump of it on the cemented floor. My tongue feels cottony when I try to swallow, but other than that my body doesn't ache anymore.
Pushing myself up shakily I glance beside me to see a girl sprawled across the floor. I gap, she's bleeding and shivering and in so much pain. Her auburn hair is to her chin caked with a dirt and grime; so is the rest of her body. She's only wearing a nude bra and panties, but those are covered in the filth from the dust covered cell, too.
That's it. We are in a cell.
She's gasping, fist tightening at her side. I hesitantly reach out for her and she groans when my fingers barely graze her forearm.
"How can I help?" I ask. I'm on my knees hovering over her to survey the damage.
She clenches her fist tight. "You can't."
I know this is true, but I don't want to believe it. There's an open wound that is pretty deep on her temple.
"Let me wrap your head. It's bleeding pretty bad."
"No, it's fine. I'll be fine in a couple hours."
"When you're dead?"
"When I heal."
We are silent for a few hours. My back is against the chilly wall. I've let myself become familiar with our cell. I still can't grasp while we are here. The last memory I had was sitting on my laptop in my bedroom. I'm wearing the same clothes from my last memory. Red plain pajama pants and a black teeshirt. Except, there's holes in the pants that weren't there before, visible bloodstains even through the darkness of my tee, and blood crusted underneath my blunt nails.
I was researching something for Scott… something, and I can't figure it out. I want to ask so many questions. If this girl knows why I am here? Why are we in a cell? Who took me? What she is? Why she is healing? Because she definitely is healing. The wound on her temple closing up, the sound of bones snapping back into place (which still makes me cringe thinking about).
There is a cot in the corner. One pillow, one blanket. The other end has a toilet and a sink. Half-empty bottle of soap, a toothbrush, and toothpaste. Also, a couple rolls of toilet paper.
The girl has a chain around her ankle that is locked firmly in the center of the room. I'm not chained, I wonder why.
It could've been minutes, hours, days, weeks, and finally she moves. She pushes herself into a sitting position, her legs crossed on the floor.
"My name is Holly," she tells me, lifting her head to show me her deep set eyes. They are the color of bark on a maple tree, surprisingly beautiful and expressive. Even if her entire face is covered in strips of black dirt I can tell she's pretty. She's got a decently big nose, but her lips are plump and heart-shaped, and her skin has moles and freckles dotting her skin. At least, I think that's what they are. They could be dirt.
I wave my hand. "I'm Stiles."
We are silent for a few moments. She is still breathing heavily from the pain.
"Do you know why we are here?" I ask her.
She sighs, "No. All I know is they want something."
"Want what?"
"I don't no."
"Who are you? What are you?"
"I told you, I'm Holly… and I'm-I'm a healer."
"A healer?"
She bites her lip, cries out when another snap echo's sharply in the small room. I clench my eyes tightly shut at the noise. It makes my own bones ache.
"I can take the injuries from someone and transfer it to myself. I heal faster than an average human. It hurts, depending on the amount of damage it can be a slow process."
"Is that what you did? You healed me? Are those my injuries?"
"Yes."
My eyes are blown wide. "I would have died."
"Yeah, you would have. You were dying."
"T-thank you."
She doesn't say anything.
"Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" she bites back, obviously not finding the question appropriate.
"Sorry, yes, obviously it hurts. I meant, are you still in pain?"
"Not so much anymore."
"How long have I been here? How long have you been here?"
"I don't know. A few hours? They tossed you in and I immediately transferred your injuries to me. And I… I've been in here for a long time."
"How long?"
Holly shrugs. "I don't know. It's hard to keep track without sunlight or a clock."
I nod, already to familiar with how lost time is.
"Do you know why you are here?"
She stands on her legs, wobbling over towards the sink. Turning it on she begins to rinse the blood off her slowly. I wait for her to finish, staring down at the muck under my fingernails to giver her some since of privacy
When she is finished she stumbles over to the cot, lying on it exhausted. Her fingers are tugging through her damp hair to work out the tangles.
Finally she answers, "I'm here to heal."
"Heal?"
She meets my stare boldly. "I don't know why, but I know they will do terrible things to you, Stiles. And I'm the only thing keeping you alive."
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