SORRY! For those of you who viewed this story before, I apologize because I hadn't realized it got posted with a strange text that wasn't readable. I just deleted it and now posted the story again… Here it goes!

Welcome! This is my first Fanfic ever and i'm excited about it. Until now i've just been a guest in Fanfiction reading other stories until i decided to create one of my own. I created this account and this story specifically to let my imagination run wild because i think this site is perfect as a way for my sometimes twisted mind to let out some steam. I suppose criticism is accepted because you have the right to say whatever you think of this story as much as i have the right to write it. Also, i totally accept ideas and requests for whatever you want to see happening to our two boys Scott and Stiles.

Warning: i'm not exactly sure where this story is going, it doesn't even have too much of a plot; all i know is that i want to write a lot of whump for Scott and Stiles. I am definitely into exploring how people react psychologically to terrible things happening to them, things like torture and abuse. I'm still not sure if i want something along the lines of sexual abuse happening here but if not entirely described, then a few mentions of it can be expected. I just want to be totally honest with you guys: this story is going to be dark and if anyone finds it triggering in some way then please, don't keep reading. For now i think it's safe to rate this story T, but maybe on later chapters that rating could change.

Remember, i accept requests and criticism! I hope you enjoy this story...

Chapter 1: Taken

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Scott and Stiles were on their way to meet the rest of the pack at the animal clinic because Deaton had called and asked them to get all together by 9:00 p.m. sharp. Apparently, he had some information to share with the group about the latest threat to their town which consisted in a group of very carnivorous creatures. They had been together hanging around Stile's house when Deaton had called and so they decided to ride together on the jeep. That is, if the thing didn't break down on the middle of the road like it tended to do most days lately.

They were engaged in a light conversation about what they though could be the information Deaton wanted to share when out of nowhere, a black SUV joined them on the road and started riding alongside them. They eyed the vehicle suspiciously but the SUV merely sped up and got in front of them. Stile sometimes didn't understand other drivers, he knew his jeep wasn't in the best conditions but he wasn't even driving that slow. He just guessed the other driver must have been a very impatient person. Stiles was wrapped in his own head when Scott suddenly yelled.

"STILES! Watch out!" he was forced to hit the brakes all the way down, fearing they would give and so placing his right hand on the hand brake just in case that would happen.

"What the fff…" Stiles heart was hammering in his chest because they almost didn't avoid the collision with the other vehicle, which had suddenly stopped right in front of them. Almost being the operative word.

The boys might have blamed the almost accident to the SUV breaking down or something but as soon as the four doors of the SUV opened up and men wearing dark clothes and holding automatic weapons got out, they started to understand that this hadn't been an accident at all.

Scott glanced at his best friend, having heard the spike his heart rate had given at the sight of the men training weapons against them, and gave him a look that was meant to assure him that everything was going to be okay. Stiles nodded in return, knowing that the ones who were gonna need help were probably the men that were now approaching the jeep in a very military way, because out of all the vehicles they could have assaulted that day, they had to choose the one with the Alpha werewolf inside. Nevertheless, being on the barrel side of a gun was never easy to digest.

"Hands where I can see them!" one of the approaching men yelled. Scott and Stiles immediately complied and raised their hands in a gesture of surrender "Step out of the car. Slowly" the boys looked at each other and then did as they were told. Scott knew that if he wanted to act, it was better if he was out of the jeep where he could move around more easily and avoid getting hit by bullets. The only thing preventing him from acting out as soon as his feet hit the ground, was the fact that Stiles was too far away from him at the other side of the jeep and he wasn't sure he could get to him in time to shield him from whatever fight was about to begin. Scott had no problem getting hit by bullets. He could heal; Stiles wouldn't.

So, they stepped out of the jeep, still with their hands raised with the palms facing front and followed the man's instruction when they were told to walk towards the group of men and the SUV.

"Who are you?" asked Stiles because he hated being in the dark as to what was going on.

"None of your business" responded the only man that had spoken ever since all this had started. Stiles sent him an incredulous look.

"None of my…? None of my business? You're holding us at gunpoint and you say this is none of our business!?" he was getting a bit worked up "Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?" but what he got for an answer was the butt of a machine gun driven straight to his gut and dropping him to his knees, coughing and trying to catch his breath.

"Stiles!" Scott reacted and was ready to drop the men around them when their boss (or at least he thought he was their boss since he was the only one talking) trained the gun he had hit Stiles with towards him, who was still kneeling on the floor, only this time he was pointing at Stiles's head. Stiles started to look up but as soon as he saw the barrel of the machine gun only inches from his face, he looked away. His heart was hammering in his chest harder than before and he tried taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. Apparently, these people meant business.

"Let's make something clear" the man in charge started with ice in his voice and a hard-cold stare "you do as I say and no one has to get hurt… for now" he turned to one of his men, the one closest to Scott "Brig, secure the wolf" at hearing that, both Stiles and Scott gasped in surprise. They knew? Stiles snapped his head towards Scott when the man named Brig took a step in his direction and Scott took a step back.

Everyone stood still for a second, waiting to see what Scott was going to do next. They knew he was a wolf, so there was no point in hiding that fact or trying to deny it. Maybe he could just wolf out and take the men down but something about the men's smug expressions held him back. They were smirking as if they were actually expecting him to do just that and so, he hesitated. Until the man hit Stiles again.

Stiles had already managed to get on his feet again, slowly as to not provoke any further attacks, but the hit had come anyway. This time, the butt of the machine gun connected with his left jaw, sending a wave of pane through his bones all the way to his brain. He stumbled but before he could fall all the way to the floor again, the man put the weapon around his neck and yanked back, trapping him in some kind of choke hold against his own body. Stiles made an involuntary sound between a protest and a choke and could only watch helplessly as Scott's features changed, staring with the color of his eyes, and he tried to lunge forward to help him. But he didn't get too far. The moment he let out the first roar, a shot was fired and Scott stumbled to the left by the force of the hit, colliding with the jeep but using it to stabilize himself and prepare to help his friend again. Before he could do anything though, a howl of pain was torn from his throat when he felt jolts of electricity coursing through his entire body. He sank to one knee, with his features back to normal, trying desperately not to pass out.

"Scott!" yelled Stiles with worry and fear written all over his face. He had seen Brigs come closer to Scott when he had stumbled into the jeep, holding an electricity baton, and jamming it into his friend's ribs. He could only guess how much energy the baton held if they had been able to drop Scott and make him change back to human with only one thrust. Although the bleeding gunshot wound on his right shoulder might have something to do with that too.

Scott couldn't hold back the grunt of pain that escaped his lips when the baton was pressed against his body again, this time on his back, deliberately close to the exit wound of the bullet and held there longer than necessary. He ended up face flat on the floor and with dark spots dancing before his eyes. He could see, between the dancing dots, his friend struggling against the man holding him and asking why they were doing this. He wanted to tell Stiles that he was okay… that he would be okay, but no sound came from his mouth. He was too busy trying to draw a proper breath.

Stiles was beginning to think that their situation was terrible by the time he had been hit in the face; but now that he saw his best friend taken down so efficiently, he knew that their situation was hopeless. Brig stepped closer to Scott and for a moment Stiles feared the man would hit him with electricity again. Couldn't they see that he was already down?! But the man merely pinned him down to the ground and grabbed his hands to pull them behind his back, producing a set of handcuffs and clasping them around his wrists.

At that moment, the man holding Stiles let him go and pushed him forward and towards his friend. He called Scott's name a few times, but the only thing he got for a response was his friend's spasmodic breathing and a small warning by the widening of his eyes. But Stiles was too slow and before he could completely turn around, he was hit a third time that day, the weapon connecting with the back of his head and sending him crashing unceremoniously to the ground, completely unconscious.

Scott tried to rise again but the aftereffects of the electricity were still coursing through his body. It had been quite some time since he had been shocked with such a great amount of power and the feeling wasn't pleasant at all.

"Get them inside" ordered the man in charge, gesturing towards the SUV and walking there himself. He felt two pairs of hands grab him by the arms and shoulders and lift him off the ground, starting to drag him towards the truck of the vehicle. Another man approached Stiles and clasping his hands behind his back with another pair of handcuffs, lifted him up and threw him on top of Scott. The SUV was turned on and he soon felt it moving forward, resuming its way, and leaving the jeep behind as if nothing had ever happened.

Scott strained his hearing and released a sigh when he heard Stiles's heart beating steadily on his chest, although he was still out cold and he could smell a small amount of blood on the back of his friend's head. When he woke up, he would have the mother of all headaches and he worried that he would probably have a concussion.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He took a few deep breaths to clear his mind and slow down his own racing heart. They had gotten out of worst situations than this and so they would do it again. They had been on their way to meet the pack, so when they didn't show up, they would know something was up and when they found the jeep on the streets, then a search party would begin. For now, he just needed to concentrate on understanding what this people wanted, how did they know he was a werewolf and where they were going. Were they hunters? It would make sense since they seemed very well trained but, if they were after werewolves, why take Stiles too? Maybe they thought he was a werewolf too; but the man had specifically said 'secure the werewolf', as in one werewolf. So, what did they want with Stiles?

Scott knew, no matter what, he would do anything to protect his friend. As long as he was around, he couldn't let anything happen to Stiles.

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That was the first chapter. I would like to know what you thought of it. Remember that i accept requests so if there's anything you would like to see happening to the boys just let me know on a review or maybe a private message if you want.

I'm gonna start working on chapter two but i make no promises as to when i'll post it. I'll try to do it as soon as i can!