'Oh my god what the hell am I doing' Allison said in her head. She was sitting on Mark's living room couch, a cup of tea in her hands. "So when was the last time you saw them?"

"I saw Stiles earlier that day actually." Mark said. "I got locked out and asked to use his phone. I didn't hear anything from him after that." He sighed. "Why are you asking me anyway?"

Allison shrugged. "Um because apparently you are the last one to see Stiles before he vanished and your their next door neighbor. I just thought that you might know something that I don't."

"Well I don't know anything." Mark said. "I hope they are okay." He noticed that her cup was almost empty. "Can I get you some more tea?"

"Sure." Allison said.

There was a knock at his door and he sat the cups back on the table. "Excuse me."

Once he was out of sight Allison got up and looked around the living room. She roamed the house, careful to listen out for Mark. She passed the basement and something made her stop. There was three huge bolt locks on the door and she thought that was suspicious.

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Stiles was sitting next to a half asleep Derek when he heard the locks moving. He got up and stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Derek called out to him.

"Shhh." Stiles said.

"Hello?" Allison whispered.

"Oh my god Allison." Stiles said. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

Allison quietly began to unlock the locks with a key that was right next to the door. "Looking for you." She got the last lock open before she was grabbed from behind by her hair and she screamed. She was dragged down the hall by her hair.

Mark pushed Allison down and got on top of her. Well trying to hold her down he ended up taking a few hits to his face before he hit her in hers and she stopped moving all together. "Stupid bitch." He snarled out before turning her over onto her stomach. "You think you can just come into my house and do what you will." He began undoing his jeans but he didn't get any farther than that because he was hit in the back of the head.

Dropping the lamp Stiles went over to Allison who was still unconscious. "Allison come on." He said trying to wake her up but she was out. Derek was bleeding out in the basement, Allison wasn't moving and Stiles was freaking out. Running to the living room he grabbed the cordless phone he was about to call 911 but the phone was dead. "Fuck." He went to the door and tried to open it but it was locked and you needed a key to unlock it. Going back to where Allison and Mark were he froze because Mark was no longer there. Kneeling down next to Allison he looked around. He wanted to check on Derek but he didn't want to leave Allison alone.

Mark grabbed the back of his head with his hand and pulled back with a bloody hand. He cursed in his head as he crept up behind Stiles. Grabbing him by the back of his neck he yanked Stiles back before hitting him in the face. "You little shit!" He yelled as he kicked Stiles over and over again. "Get up." He growled out. He went back to the basement and threw Stiles down the stairs. Going back for Allison he took her down and went down himself. When he got to the bottom he didn't see Derek . Turning around he was hit in the face with a fire extinguisher.

Derek watched him fall then fell himself. "Stiles?" He yelled.

Stiles was pretty sure his leg was broken but he still crawled over to Derek and tried to help him up. "Come on we have to get out of here."

"Allison?" Derek mumbled out. "Get her out first."

"No I'm not going to leave you here." Stiles said.

"I'll be fine." Derek said. "Go get help Stiles."

Stiles nodded and wiped his face. Sighing his went over to Mark's body and started digging through his pockets for the keys. Pulling them out of his pocket he went over to Allison and began to help her up. His entire body was in pain and he could barely walk from his trip down the stairs. Despite the pain he was in he hobbled up the stairs one at a time and to the front door. He unlocked the bolt and used the key to unlock the top lock. There was no one outside so Stiles went home. Setting Allison on the couch he picked up the phone and called 911. Once he was done he headed back next door for Derek. The door was locked so he used the key but it wouldn't open. It was then when he remembered the bolt lock that was on the inside of the door. Mark must have locked it. "No!" He yelled banging on the door. Looking around he searched for anything he could use and that was when he found a big rock. Picking it up he went over to the window and threw it against it. The glass shattered and he climbed through the window. Barely fazed when he cut himself on a piece of glass. The house was quiet as he slowly made his way through the house. He had grabbed a piece of glass from the window. Out of nowhere Stiles was grabbed by the throat and driven into a book shelf. Stiles kneed Mark in the stomach before pushing him away. That's when he heard something hit the floor. Looking on the ground he saw a gun and soon the two of them were fighting over the gun. As quick as light the gun went off and Stiles jumped up, still holding the gun.

Mark got to his feet and stood there like nothing had happened. He looked down and saw that he was bleeding.

Stiles took a few steps back but when Mark came at him again he emptied the gun in his chest. His hands were shaking so bad after Marks body hit the floor that the gun slipped out of hid hands. Looking toward the basement he went for Derek. He stopped at the basement door. "Derek!" He called out but there was no answer. It took him a while to get down the stairs but when he got there he found Derek in the same spot he left him. "Derek, I'm here." There wad no answer. He placed his head near Derek's mouth and he wasn't breathing. "No Derek don't do this to me." He cried out. He got to his feet and tried to pull Derek up with him but he was too heavy. He pulled Derek's body to the stairs but couldn't move him any more. He tired every which way to get Derek up the stairs but his busted leg just wouldn't let him. He sat there trying to catch his breath, his arms wrapped under Derek's arms. He looked up toward the basement door when he heard people talking. "Help!" He yelled trying again to pull Derek up with him but he couldn't. Stiles was physically and emotionally exhausted. "It's okay Derek, were going to get you to the hospital." He wiped his face. "You're going to be okay, you can't leaving us, not now."

TBC...

A/N Thanks for reading and please review. The next chapter will be up soon.