Chapter 2
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When stiles woke up he was in a unfamiliar place. He tried to stretch but his hand where firmly bound by chains. A pungent odor pierced his nose. Mountain ash. Mountain ash was in the cuffs currently binding his hands and feet. That could only mean one thing. No magic. He was essentially human minus a few great things about his father being a were wolf. He still had his heighten senses minus strength. He was stuck until they decided he was able to get out.
He tried to look around but it was dark and a shock of pain went throw his head. Everything hurt. He wanted to go, get out of here. He didn't want to die. But what would he go back to? His mother died 7 years ago when he was only thirteen. His father, well the bastard hated him. He had the scares to prove it. There was nothing for him. Who would care if he died? No one.
His pity part was interrupted by several foot steps coming down the steps. The lights switched on abruptly making him squint his eyes and shrink back. He was in a basement. More appropriate the remodeled Hale house basement. He could smell the ash AND death through the walls. It was nauseating.
He came face to face with the pack circling around me as if to prevent an escape. I wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't. Stiles looked down. Glaring at the floor as if it was what caused this incident. Allison and her father where there. It amazed me how much she looked like her father. Poise and grace she looked so innocent but she could kill you 0.2 seconds given the opportunity. She currently had her number one choice of weapon in hand. Her cross bow. She was on the left while Chris was o the right holding his choice weapon a revolver. I didn't need super smell to know it was chopped full of wolfsbane and mountain ash. It would be the mountain ash that kills me.
The wonder triplets were there standing side by side. That's what I've taken to calling Boyd, Erica, and Isaac. And the newest werewolf of the pack Danny, who probably didn't go on the hunt due to not enough control, who was holding Isaacs hand. They made cute couple. Lydia was in between Jackson and Chris holding on toner boyfriends hand. Scott right near Allison to the right of Derek. with Derek in the center and peter to the left. I had to admit Derek was attractive.
My thoughts where interrupted by a voice more specifically peters. I looked up as he said "morning sleeping beauty how was your rest." "oh you know about as good as you can get in a creepy old basement in a uncomfortable chair, what no chocolate on my pillow?" he couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face at peters growl.
He shifted uncomfortably in the small chair, the chains were beginning to burn everything hurt. His head was pounding. "What are you? What's your name? And why have you been following us? We know this isn't new we can smell your sent all around the preserve even on our property." Derek stated calmly.
Of course they don't recognize him, who would? He went to school with these pricks. He was the quiet kid. He was the kid who didn't have any friends and was bullied by Jackson for most of his high school career. Then his mom got ill and his dad turned to a drunk and violent ass hat. He left at 17 due to graduating early and began his training to help certain werewolves by a secret organization known as decker.
"why should I tell you anything?" stiles ground out. He was mad. He was mad because he was trying to help them, keep them safe and he could say anything about it. He couldn't tell. He wanted to, he wanted to tell them that he isn't here to hurt them, he is here to protect him just like he did with peter and the kanima and hell there was that one time with the vampires. But he can't. Not now and hopefully not ever.
Before he knew it he had a face full of Derek "because I asked you nicely and I only do that once." Derek practically growled. Stiles stayed silent. Derek dropped his head but backed away. All of a sudden there was a sharp pain in his cheek. Peter was standing over me. He had hit me. All the Batas filed out. All that was left was Derek, peter, Allison, and Chris, those two arrows and gun still aimed at my head.
Peter grabbed a knife and slid it down my cheek. It stung but I keep a straight face. I wasn't prepared for the hit to my abdomen or the two hits to my face one in the eye another on the deep gash on my face. I couldn't help the whimper of pain that escaped my lips. Peter looked delighted and a little upset. He didn't want to do this. But this is his pack, his family, he would do anything and everything to protect them. Stiles was an unknown threat he didn't know why a strange boy was following him or what his plans where. There was no hard feelings on stiles part. He would do the same.
After a long gash to both arms that went down from his his middle finger tip (he healed at a high rate most of the time faster than werewolves but due to the blocking of his magic he can't heal… he heals like a human.) that will definitely scar ( I healed but it left scares all minus my face thank god) and two more hits to his face Derek finally called it off. Peter stepped back. "Are you ready to talk yet?" this time it was Chris who had lowered his weapon. All stiles did was shake his head. Not trusting his voice. Derek let out a sigh and turned to peter "call Deaton ask him to bring medical supplies, he can't talk if he is dead." Peter nodded and descended up the stairs.
With one last look at the boy he left. And nodded his head at chris and Alison an indication to follow.
When stiles was sure they were gone he let on tear fall. All he could feel was white hot pain. He knew he was going to pass out soon so he figured he give them something. Knowing derek was on the last step before he reached the door he whispered "my name is Genim, Genim alexander Stilliski. He didn't let peter beat him to death and he was a good kid he wanted to protect the pack, his pack. So he gave him something. His name. so as the blackness took him once again he didn't try to fight it off.