"Everything was darkness. He couldn´t see the floor beneath his feet or the ceiling above him. Even holding his hand in front of his eyes, he still wasn´t able to see it.

Where was he? He tried to remember, seeking in the deepest corners of his mind. But he found nothing. Something was wrong. Awfully wrong.

He tried to move, to make a step forward. It wasn´t possible. Suddenly he realized he couldn´t feel any part of his body. He knew it was there, but it didn´t answer.

His breathing became faster, a strange feeling forming in his chest. He couldn´t name it. Fear, anxiety, fright were almost the words he was looking for. But they weren´t completely accurate.

Suddenly a deep evil laughter echoed through the emptiness.

In that moment he recognized the feeling in his chest.

Panic.

His heartbeat raised, he couldn´t get any air into his lungs. His entire body tingled and the temperature rose incredibly. What was happening? Fear coursed through his veins, awakening in him the wish to run away, to leave this place. But he couldn´t move, his body felt numb.

Besides, he still had no idea where he was. Knowing this, how could he escape?

The laugh stopped for a moment. Nothing but silence to be heard. Silence and his fast breathing.

"I can´t believe it" said a deep, male voice mockingly, coming from everywhere "I can´t believe I was scared of you. You´re nothing but a boy"

It laughed again. Louder.

"All those writings frightening me for years" it continued "and you´re nothing special."

It stopped talking for a Moment before ir sighed "Nonetheless, you still are a threat to my plans"

"...Stiles..." whispered a familiar voice from far away.

"I ought to eliminate you before you have the power to defeat me" the voice was louder, nearer.

Something cold and pointy touched his throat. Out of nowhere, he was able to feel and control his body again. The cold thing was pressed harder against his gullet. A wave of pain radiated from it.

"Don´t worry, I´ll make it quick" said the voice, failing to hide the pleasure it felt.

"…Stiles!"

Something warm ran his throat down. Blood.

Suddenly, everything became clear again, the fog that had clouded his mind disappeared. Someone was trying to kill him, trying to pierce a sword through his throat.

And he was succeeding.

"STILES!"

Stiles eyes snapped open. He sat up in his bed, his heart beating at 100 km per hour, his breathing heavy. He looked around, not knowing where he was.

There were only shades surrounding him. Slowly, his eyes got used to the darkness, the shadows becoming recognisable objects.

He was in his room. His dad sitting on one side of the bed, looking at him worried. Relieved, Stiles covered his face with his hands. It had been just a dream. He wasn´t going to die, he had just had a stupid nightmare.

He felt a hand on his shoulder "Everything all right, son?" asked the sheriff.

Stiles took a deep breath and removed his hands from his face, looking at his father "Yeah, dad, just a nightmare"

The sheriff rose an eyebrow "You sure?"

"Yeah, everything´s fine now" Stiles answered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. He lowered them after a moment, noticing that his dad wasn´t leaving. "What happened?"

The sheriff gave him an incredulous look, then he took a deep breath "It seemed like you couldn´t breathe. You were gasping for air, but it seemed like you couldn´t get any into your lungs"

Stiles looked at him, not knowing what to think. He remembered his dream, remembered how he couldn´t breathe. But what frightened him the most was the pain he still felt in his throat where the point of the sword had threatened to kill him.

He shook his head, forcing himself to think about something else. It had been just a dream. It was nothing to worry about.

"It was just a dream, dad" said Stiles "Nothing new, here. Same as always. Just a..."

"Stiles" interrupted his father, a sudden seriousness in his voice "I haven´t seen you like this, since the-" he trailed off, not being able to pronounce the words.

"-Nogitsune?" completed Stiles the sentence. The sheriff just nodded, avoiding eye contact.

Stiles sighed "Dad, there´s nothing to worry about" he assured "It was nothing"

His dad rose from the bed, looking down at Stiles. The blue bags under his eyes told Stiles how exhausted he was. "I think there might be something else I should tell you"

Stiles sat straighter up in his bed, confused "Yeah?"

"The reason I came here… into your room…" his father said, but he seemed to struggle with the words as if he didn´t know how to say it or what words to use "was that… I mean… I was walking down the hallway and…"

"Dad, just tell me" interrupted Stiles impatiently.

The sheriff took a deep breath. "The lights in your room and your lamps… they were… flickering" he shook his head "They were flickering like crazy, Stiles. Every time you gasped for air, the light got brighter and when you woke up, son, all lights turned off at the same time"

Teen Wolf

The numbers and letters on the blackboard before him were blurry. Stiles couldn´t focus his eyes on anything. Unleashed tears clouded his vision. But those weren´t the tears of a sadness, those were the tears of a very, very tired man.

Two more weeks had passed since the first night he had had the nightmare.

The nightmare he had each night, depriving him from any deep sleep. It was almost always the same. He couldn´t move, paralysed without any control over his body. Just once, he had found himself in the darkness, able to feel his limbs and control them. An unfamiliar hope and happiness had spread inside of him. But it had died abruptly after noticing he was tied to a chair.

The worst part was the deep male voice always coming back, mocking and laughing. Every night it visited him, accompanied by a sword or something metallic and sharp. The voice, or the owner of the voice, always tried to kill him, trying new methods when others failed. Luckily, Stiles always awoke on time, making it impossible for the man to finish his job.

The first few days Stiles had been successful convincing himself that it was just a subconscious response to the pack´s behaviour. But then, the fourth night he had had the nightmare he happened to watch into a mirror.

His throat was covered by bruises and little red points, scars.

Now, after two weeks he knew that every part of his body that the man had wounded in his dreams was bruised. By now it had become clear that this was reality. And the most logical explanation was the stupid Brotherhood of Pangea.

That had also been two weeks ago. Stiles hadn´t spoken with anyone about it or to the members. A small part of him, a voice inside his head wanted him to believe it had been just a dream and nothing real. That just by ignoring it, it would go away and leave him alone.

But the tiredness inside of him told otherwise. He forced himself to stay awake in the nights, too scared to sleep, but sooner or later his lids fell closed and he found himself swimming in the darkness again.

Very deep inside he knew it couldn´t go on like this. He had stopped knowing any school stuff days ago and his entire body ached.

He had two options. One was to talk to Scott and ask the pack for help. Surely, if he told them everything about the brotherhood, they would try to help him, right? On the other hand, he could go back to the barracks of the brotherhood and ask them for help. Quinn and Cedric had made very clear that they were glad to help. Ninja Girl would also be there.

But the only thing stopping him from doing anything was the fear of his gifts. He knew he had them, it couldn´t be denied anymore, yet he wanted nothing more than to be a normal person. Lights would intensify their glow for a second when he entered rooms.

No one had noticed so far, but it kept getting stronger. Things heated up if he touched them for enough time, things started to move when he got angry, even fire would start in places he had sat.

Suddenly the school bell rang, tearing him apart from his thoughts. Surprised, he looked up and noticed that half of his class were already out of the room. Without waiting one more moment, Stiles grabbed his belongings and whizzed out of the room.

He didn´t want to encounter any member of the pack. Not that they cared anyway, he reminded himself. He got to his locker and opened it. Looking at his timetable, he noticed he had one free period before English Literature. Just one second he knew what he was going to do.

Teen Wolf

Stiles stared into the book he held before his eyes, rereading the same paragraph over and over again. The words just didn't make sense, nor the sentences. He was too tired to do this.

Finally, after reading the Paragraph ten minutes, he gave up. He let the book fall on the table before him, trying to control his frustration. Sitting in the library, he had thought, would be good for him. He thought it would calm him down for a while, letting him forget how things had turned out.

But trying to read just reminded him how exhausted he was. Stiles rested his elbows on the table and let his head fall into his hands. What was he even doing? He had to do something about this. He had to stop the self-pity.

Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder. Stiles jumped in his seat, his heart skipped a beat and he spun around as fast as he could.

"Oh, shit!" shouted a familiar voice behind him.

Quinn was embracing his right hand with his left, pressing it against his chest. His expression was somewhere between surprise and pain.

"What happened, Quinn?" asked Ninja Girl, standing next to him. She looked at him worried, her hand on his back, comforting him.

"He burnt my hand!"

"He burnt your hand?"

"HE BURNT IT!" the boy shouted angrily. Carefully he loosened the pressure he was applying on it and moved it away. Slowly, he opened his palm and showed it to Arya.

It was completely red and swollen.

Stiles stared incredulous at the two teenagers in front of him. He had been so lost in his thought that he hadn´t heard them come. Two minutes ago, he had only wished for all of this to just be a dream. A dream he could forget.

But now a small part of him was glad to see them. After the last two weeks, being completely alone; the whole pack ignoring him, it felt good to have someone around. Stiles wasn´t quite sure how to react.

Arya looked as she had the day in the hallway. Her hair was a tangled mess. She was also wearing a Quicksilver-T-shirt with black pants. Quinn, standing next to her, wore a black shirt and beige trousers. They seemed so different. Arya being a complete unorganized mess while Quinn representing tidiness and order itself.

"I didn´t burn your hand" said Stiles, finally "How could I? You just touched me"

Quinn shook his head and looked at him tiredly "I told you the gift can get out of control!"

"Which means I just burn everyone that touches my shoulder?" Stiles asked mockingly "I knew I was hot but not that hot"

"No, you´re not" answered Arya, giving him an annoyed glare "Quinn scared you when he touched you, your gifts tried to protect you"

Stiles opened his mouth, ready to defend himself. But then memories of the past days came to his mind. He had tried to ignore it but he had to admit; weird things had been going on around him.

Maybe they were right. Quinn´s hand had scared him. Maybe it was some kind of automatical, magic defence. He looked down at his shoulder. His hoodie seemed completely normal.

"You sure?" he asked, looking back to Quinn.

"What else do you think would…?!"

"We can discuss that later" interrupted Arya "We need to talk"

"Really? I thought you just came over to say hi"

Arya raised an eyebrow "You already used that line once"

"Well, it is an useful one"

"We can discuss useful phrases later" interfered Quinn "Stiles, we need you to come with us right now"

"So, you´ll kidnap me?" asked Stiles, not being able let his sarcastic-self be.

"No" answered Arya immediately, maybe too quickly "Something came up and you need to come with us"

Sties frowned. He left his chair and turned around, facing them "What do you mean?"

"We understand that you need time to process all of this" said Arya "But, sadly, there´s no time for that. We need your help"

"Well, she thinks we need your help" added Quinn with a sceptical expression on his face "I am not so sure, but seeing you didn´t sound that bad"

"Getting to the point and telling me what to do would be really helpful" announced Stiles, his patience slowly getting to its limit.

"We don´t know quite what it is" said Quinn "Cedric would only tell us after we got you"

"And if I don´t go?" asked Stiles, although he already knew what he was going to do.

Arya rolled her eyes and crossed her arms "Kidnapping you doesn´t sound that bad"

"I´ll burn you" threatened Stiles.

Quinn smirked "You can´t control it"

"I am sure I´ll find a way…"

"Guys" interrupted Arya "We don´t have time. Stiles, you coming or not?"

Teen Wolf

Scott stood next to his bike and saw Stiles getting into his jeep. The girl that had come to him bleeding got to the passenger's seat. He frowned, she seemed completely unhurt. Her scent didn´t smell like blood or pain.

A black-haired boy also got into the backseats. Who were they? When had Stiles made new friends?

Scott had observed Stiles the last two weeks, he had been alone all the time. Bags under his eyes, his shoulders down. He could almost smell how lonely and sad he had been.

But it had been for the best. Stiles leaving the pack only brought good things with it. He could now focus on training Liam and Malia, help Kira to uncover her Kitsune abilities and become a better alpha. Everything good run faster and more smoothly without having to worry about Stile´s safety.

Two figures appeared next to him. Lydia and Malia.

"What´s up?" asked Malia, noticing Scott´s unfocused eyes.

"I just saw Stiles leave with the girl that tossed water at you and a boy" answered Scott.

Lydia frowned "What girl?"

"Just a bitch that was looking for Stiles" replied Malia, not giving the matter any importance.

"Why would he leave with them?" wondered Scott aloud "He still has English Literature"

"You know his timetable?" asked Lydia with a worried and maybe scared look in her face.

"Yeah, and I bet he knows mine, but that´s not the point" answered Scott "I think something weird is going on with him"

"With Stiles?" asked Malia, trying to supress a smile "Come on Scott, Stiles?"

"I know where you´re going but…"

"Do you think what you did back there was the right thing?" interrupted Lydia, her eyes on the parking lot where Stiles usually parked.

Scott took a deep breath "Yeah, that´s the way things have to be"

"But, Scott, the things you said…" replied Lydia, shaking her head "Are you sure it wasn´t your anger talking and not you?"

"Lydia, we had talked about Stiles before that happened" said Scott "It just happened to be an opportune Occasion to let it out"

"Besides, it´s the best for him too, y´know?" interfered Malia "He´s safer this way. He´s too weak to be part of our world"

Scott shook his head. Malia was right. He had done the right thing. It was just a waste of time to think about that. There were more important things he had to worry about.

"Have you found something about the bodies?" he asked the girls, changing the topic.

Lydia shook disappointed her head "Nothing in the bestiary"

"And Deaton?" asked Scott "Does he know something?"

"Nope" answered Malia "Kira and I asked him, he said he had never seen wounds like that before"

"There has to be something…"

"Scott" said Lydia "I think whatever it is, it´s not supernatural"

"What do you mean?" asked Scott, confused "Of course it is! The bite marks and the blood. It all says it was a shape shifter"

"No, think about it" replied Lydia with a firm voice "I didn´t feel anything, you and Malia couldn´t get a scent from the bodies and there´s nothing in the bestiary"

"What are you suggesting?" asked Malia frowning "That it´s a murderer, a human?"

"Maybe. I don´t know" said Lydia, shaking her head "There´s just something odd about this. I don´t think we´ll be able to solve this like we´ve always done. I think there´s something… more"