Chapter 3

He wakes up coughing, throat dry and rough. Blinking open his eyes he's met with a blinding light that hangs right above his face, his eyes start to water from the sudden brightness. The light is blinding him to everything but he can still smell the rust of metal, and a hint of mold. He can hear a loud drip of something close behind his head and the eerie beep or a heart monitor, he wants to turn and look around but he strapped town to a table. Strapped down with metal restraints from his feet all the way up his legs, hands, arms, neck and head. He can't move and the light is too close, too hot. He wants to squirm away but all he can do is blink. His heart speeds and the beep of the monitor is so loud it echoes through the whole… room?

"Well, looks like someone's awake." A familiar female voice chimes. "I've got to warn you thought Stiles," he feels a soft hand caress his face; "You won't last too long under my hands." Then Kate Argents face appears, blocking the light from above him.

"Kate," He manages to choke out. "I see they've sent the best to try and get me to spill the beans." She laughs lightly then and gives a=him one hard slap on the face.

"Oh sweetie," she makes a little clicking sound with her tongue, "What do you mean try? I'll have the information out of you in no time." She holds up a jagged knife then, twirling it in her hand. "Last I checked your timer was at 23 hours and 49 minutes before you're supposed to meet your mate, what a pity you'll be laying here bloody and burning, dead under me before you get to meet him." She snickers then.

"Him?" Kate goes quiet; the heart monitors beep is sharp in the silence. "Do you know who my mate is? How could you know that..."

"I thought the whole point of you hiding away was because you didn't care or want to meet your mate, hm?" She's right, but still now he's curious. Was he only attracted to me because of the drug, because his mate was male? No, but that didn't make any sense, the matting was all about genetics and creating powerful smart offspring… if he and his mate were both make then they could procreate.

"But if my mate is male then what-"

"Shut up!" Kate growls out, and he feels a raw burning pain spike across his forearm. He tries to bite back a scream but the cutting doesn't stop, Kate doesn't let up once. After what feels like forever he's thrown up from the pain twice. The vomit had gone up his nose, trickled down his cheeks and neck. It's mostly dried now but the smell stays, burning in his nose. The cuts that now cover his face burn still from when Kate had rubbed dirt into them. He continues to choke on his cries and last bit of bile while Kate continues to do what she does best.

He's been there for hours, that he knows. How many hours though, he couldn't say. When Kate finally lifts her hand he whimpers out with relief. Her hand is now stained with his blood, wet with it. "Tell me where you hid the drug Stiles and this can all be over." He can barely breathe anymore, let alone answer her even if he wanted to. He musters up the last of his energy to spit, bloody, right into her face. Then a loud bang erupts from somewhere close by and Kate turns quick on her heal before a bullet goes straight through her head. Stiles can barely keep his eyes open anymore, to tired to be shocked. A silhouette of a woman walks up to Kate's dead body, searching her coat pockets for something. Then the stranger pulls out a set of keys and stands, unlocking Stiles restraints. He groans out loud as some scrap over his open wounds, but she ignores him and starts to rip off wires that he didn't even realized were attached to him,

"Sorry love," A sultry but rough voice whispers in his ear "but we've got to make ourselves scarce here." She lifts him bridal style and carries him out of the room. He manages to keep his eyes open, the hall is well lite and he looks up at the girls face. She's blonde with dark eyes and red lips, "I've got him," she yells looking straight ahead, Stiles turns to see a guy about his height but crazy buff standing at the end of the hall. That's all he can make out from this distance; he goes to close his eyes when he hears the loud beep of his timer. Looking at his wrist he sees that it's counting down, almost at zero and flashing green, signifying that he's found his mate. He hears the girl let out a little snicker and he looks toward the end of the hall again, they're closer now; close enough for him to see the buff stranger's right wrist flashing green as well.

"Are you fucking kidding me…" he manages before, once again, blacking out.