Scott had no trouble following the scent of Stiles's blood. It led him to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods. He pulled out his phone to text Lydia where he was in case something bad happened and Stiles didn't get released, or if Stiles was too hurt to walk, but he knew that Lydia would insist on coming straight away and he couldn't get anyone else involved yet.
He slowly crept towards the building, looking for any signs of an entrance or a trap. A few seconds later he heard an ear-splitting scream and all thoughts of being careful were tossed to the wind and he began running as fast as he could. His vision was blurring with panic because he would've recognized that scream anywhere. It was Stiles. And he was terrified.
Scott busted down the nearest door, not bothering to be careful about it, and frantically looked around for any clues as to where Stiles might be held. The entire building smelt like fear and pain and it made a shiver run up Scott's spine.
A second scream had him running again. He followed the sound of his brother's cries in a blind terror. He flew down a narrow hallway and around a few corners before he finally smelled Stiles. The scent of blood was overpowering and Scott had to stop for a second to get his stomach to quit churning.
He pushed open the door to the room and was greeted with a horrific sight. Stiles looked about ready to pass out and there was blood oozing out of wounds to his head, chest, stomach, and legs. A flicker of hope passed through Stiles's eyes when he saw Scott, followed by fear as Scott felt a familiar sharp pain in his back. He had been tased.
Scott woke up tied to a chair. He was facing a different chair that held a very concerned, but very alive, Stiles Stilinski.
"Dude are you okay?" Stiles asked.
"Are you kidding me?" Scott croaked, already feeling his body heal as they spoke. "You've been beaten within an inch of your life and you're asking me if I'm alright?" He shook his head in disbelief and smiled. "You're unbelievable."
"Scott you really shouldn't have come. It was a trap."
Scott laughed. "Yeah I think I figured that part out by now." Stiles gave him a slight smile. "But you know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, man. I know I've been a really shitty friend lately but I still care about you so much. I was going crazy thinking about what might have been happening to you. I'm so sorry about the pack meeting. I know you felt left out and we totally should've included you. It was my call not to, so please don't be mad at the others."
Stiles shook his head. "I was going to call you as soon as I got home. I overreacted. I know you have the best intentions in mind and I truly do appreciate how much you guys look out for me. I guess I'm still really feeling guilty about everything that I did and-"
"You mean everything that the nogitsune did." Scott corrected.
"Yeah but it was my hands." Stiles looked down at his lap. "I'm just struggling to cope with everything Scotty."
"I know buddy, and once we get out of here I promise that I will be a better friend to you. Speaking of which," Scott started looking around for any signs of the people who did this, "you have me now, you bastards! You can let Stiles go. I walked right into your trap!"
Stiles's eyes grew wide and started filling with tears. Scott didn't know.
"The trap wasn't meant for you." Stiles whispered, just as a menacing laugh came from somewhere behind Scott, making his blood run cold.
"You're dumber than I thought, McCall." The captor walked in front of Scott, blocking his view of Stiles. His eyes flashed red and Scott gasped. "I thought true alphas were supposed to be smart. You really thought I kidnapped your poor, defenseless friend just so that I could get you?" He laughed again. "If I wanted to do that I would have just captured you in the first place. No, I want this to be a lesson for you."
The werewolf moved out of the way so that Scott could look at Stiles once again. Stiles's face was calm but Scott could hear his heartbeat pounding furiously against his chest. He admired the strength that the boy had.
"However, we couldn't begin said lesson until you arrived. So bravo, I was starting to get impatient. My name is Adorjan and I am the leader of an alpha pack." Stiles whipped his head around at this revelation, his calm composure slipping a little. "My pack and I want to make Beacon Hills a haven for supernatural creatures, and we would appreciate your pack's assistance in doing so."
Scott had so many questions flying through his head, but the only one he could manage to ask was "What?"
"We want to create a town of only supernatural creatures, which means that every human either needs to be killed or turned. Your pack can stay, however, because they are all supernatural in some sense. Well, except for this one." He pointed at Stiles. "I am using him as an example of what will happen to every human you care about if you refuse to help me. I was going to offer to let him go if you said yes to me straight away," Stiles's eyes lit up with hope, "but then it took you so long to show up and I've found that I really do enjoy making your little friend squirm." He grabbed Stiles by the neck and he began flailing and choking, struggling to breathe.
Scott pulled against the chains binding him to the chair. "Let him go!" He growled, anger flooding his body.
Adorjan released Stiles, whose lips had just gained a slight blue tinge to them. He started gasping for air immediately, assuring Scott that he was still alive.
"Even if you did break free from those chains Scott, how do you expect to get to your friend?" He unchained Stiles, stepped away, and poured something onto the floor.
Scott looked down and realized that there had been an almost finished loop of mountain ash around Stiles's chair the entire time, but Adorjan just closed it, cutting off any way that Scott could have reached him.
Adorjan walked over to Scott's chair and began drawing a loop around it in the same way he did Stiles's, forming a figure 8 of mountain ash around the two boys.
Stiles had been eerily quiet since Adorjan showed up, but now he could see what the plan was and his heart leapt into his throat. He wanted to run, as he was no longer bound to the chair, but the pain coursing trough his body wouldn't let him.
Scott, of course, noticed the sudden spike in his best friend's heart rate and he looked up at him, concern clear in his face.
"What's wrong Stiles? Besides the obvious, of course." He asked, dreading the response.
"I think I know what he's doing." Stiles turned to Adorjan. "You can't do this. Killing me slowly and forcing Scott to watch will not make him want to help you. Trust me when I say you will wish you were dead when he gets done with you."
The last bit of color left in Scott's face drained completely as Stiles's words sunk in. With the mountain ash surrounding both of them there was no way he would be able to help him.
Ajordan pulled out a gun and pointed it in Stiles's direction.
"NO" Scott yelled, looking frantically from Ajordan to Stiles.
Stiles closed his eyes, still refusing to show any sign of fear. Scott, however, didn't have that same kind of bravery when it came to Stiles's life.
"Please, don't hurt him." Scott frantically begged. "I'll help you, I promise I will, just let him go! STILES." Scott was shaking uncontrollably now and Stiles gave him a sympathetic look.
"I will come back for you in the morning Scott." Adorjan said, unshaken by Scott's pleas, gun never moving from Stiles. "If you still want to help me at that point, all of the humans that you care about will be free to leave the town before we start killing. Your mom, Stiles's dad, your friends from school, all of them. But if you refuse, I will kill each and every one of them just like Stiles and you will be helpless. Your little pack of misfits can never beat my pack of alphas. You have all night to decide." He turned to look at Stiles. " I really did enjoy our time together. I do wish I didn't have to do this."
With that Scott heard a bang and he saw Stiles's body slump forward and fall out of the chair. He wasn't even aware that he was screaming until his voice became hoarse and large tears started streaming down his face.