Hey bros! Sorry about the lack of updates this week. I've been feeling really under the weather lately and have been spending my free time sleeping. (I blame my job for giving me extra hours; my body is beat up and sore and I think I'm going for the record of 'most times I've hammer my hand instead of the nail' this week). But I got to play with a rotary saw and the new arc welding equipment, so at least I'm emotionally AWESOME.
Anyways, just an announcement before the fic! October 11th is National Coming Out Day, so if you have an Out Day parade or festivals in your community, get out there and support your gay/lesbian/trans friends.
Song List for this chapter: Rise Against - "The Dirt Whispered", Blue Oyster Cult – "Don't Fear the Reaper" and Cage the Elephant – "Back Stabbin' Betty"
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It had been five long hours since the military men had come out of nowhere and taken everyone Stiles cared about away from him. Four hours and forty minutes since the furious teen had watched the line of cars proceed to an old abandoned warehouse and stop. Four hours and thirty minutes since Stiles' eyes had burned a blazing crimson as the masked military men had manhandled his father and friends inside the steel doors and locked the place tight. Three hours and twenty-five minutes since Stiles and his werewolf mate had broken into the locked gun safe at the Sheriff's station and armed themselves to the teeth with every useful weapon they could carry. Two hours and ten minutes since Derek had scouted out every last sniper in the area and a mere three minutes since the guards had begun to switch out for the late-afternoon crew.
Now it was time for them to save their friends and kick some ass.
Stiles took a deep breath and lowered himself in position to gaze through the snipers scoop of the long range rifle he had 'borrowed' from the police vault. Years of videos games and an unhealthy obsession with firearms had prepared him for this exact moment and if the lives of his friends weren't hanging in the balance, he would have loved every second of this. He nimbly adjusted the gun to point at the sniper a couple of buildings away from him. The black-clad man had yet to become aware that the teen had his sights trained on him and he never would, as the slightly twitch of Stiles' trigger finger caused his shoulder to explode in agony.
Moving as quick as lightening, Stiles abandoned the rifle and slid down the roof to land silently on all fours. As the whole parking lot broke out in commotion from the wounded snipers' calls on the headset, Stiles bolted towards the least protected corner of the warehouse. Derek was already in place, having taken out the two guards underneath the very small entrance to the ventilation system. Without a word between the two men, the older wolf bent low and grabbed Stiles' foot and easily vaulted him up to the vent. The teen grabbed at the ledge and flailed his feet for a moment, trying to get a better grip on the small ledge. For a second, Stiles thought he was going to fall down and blow the whole mission, but his fingers spread wider and his position stabilized and he was able to pull himself all the way up and into the small opening. Thanking his stars for the wolf or half-wolf whatever strength and agility, he breathed a sigh of relief he didn't even know he was holding. Of all the things the teen regretted, not training more with Scott and Derek was the biggest regret of all. Who knew he would need skills like a secret agent crossed with a ninja?
"Hurry." Derek whispered harshly up at Stiles.
"On it." Stiles grunted back as he wedged himself into the air vent further, having to crawl on his stomach. There was barely any room to move his arms and legs and he could feel the top of the vent press against his ass when he moved his legs. It was a panic-inducing tight space but he knew he had to hold it together for the sake of his friends.
A few seconds later, Stiles heard Derek jump up and enter the vent. The older wolf grunted as he struggled to fit into the space, finding it much tighter than his smaller lover. He struggled forwards, having to wriggle like a snake to move.
Stiles inched forwards as fast as he could. It was dark in the vent but he could see a tiny light ahead of him. The more he tried to focus on it, the brighter the vent seemed to get until he could clearly see details like the hairs on his arm and the small screws in the metal walls of the vent. "Did it get brighter in here or do I have wolf-night vision or something?" He whispered.
Derek grunted and huffed, hating the small vent possibly more than Stiles. "Night-vision." He grunted again.
"That's it. I'm pretty sure I am turning."
"You don't smell like your turning." Derek pulled himself forwards more and ran into Stiles' foot. "Faster."
Stiles' quickened his pace. "Anyone you know we could talk to about this…if we survive?"
"A few…maybe. They are on the other side of the country though."
"Thank god. If the country isn't turning into a post-apocalyptic nightmare as we speak, I'm all in for a road trip. Fuck the spring formal and prom and exams, in the past few hours, I've killed zombies, shot at military people and realized I have wolf powers. Man, like twenty-four hours ago, all I could think about was dancing with you and drinking punch and-"
"Stiles, not the time." Derek interrupted his lover's ramble and shoved his foot again.
The two shuffled along the tunnel as quickly as they could until Stiles finally made it to the little spot of light he had seen. It was a small vent covering that lead down into a room holding nothing but weapons and a lone guard who looked bored to death. He glanced up at Derek and then down at the vent and gave a little nod.
Derek's face morphed right before Stiles' eyes into his beta form. He silently positioned himself above the vent and winked at his lover before punching the vent out and dropping into the room. In mere seconds, the guard was unconscious and slumped against the wall. "All clear."
Stiles dropped through the vent and landed in a heap on the floor. He bounced up and shook himself off. "Still getting used to this..." He muttered as he rubbed his sore tailbone.
Derek frowned as he looked around at some of the weapons. "You better pull yourself together. I'll kill you if you get hurt."
"….Your 'I care about you' statements are frightening." Stiles picked up a gun from a shelf and peered at it. "Tranquilizers? What the hell?"
"Well, they seem to be into taking people hostage. Why not?" Derek also picked up a tranquilizer gun and tucked it under his belt. "Lets get moving before someone comes to check on our buddy here." The wolf kicked the unconscious man.
Stiles nodded and readied the new gun as Derek went over to the door and paused to listen. "Alright. Not too many guards inside…None near our location. I can hear Scott in the main loading area…he's yelling at a guard. I think everyone is there."
"My dad?"
Derek's pointed wolf-ear twitched. "Yeah. He's talking with the Argent hunters."
"Good." Stiles reached out and opened the door and started down the hallway with Derek right next to him. The hall took a sharp left turn and both men could hear a guard shuffling around near the door to the main holding area. Derek was the one to take him out with a single dart to the leg. With a small groan, the man crumpled to the ground and Derek and Stiles were free to walk past him to the door.
"Problem…there are a lot of other men in this room and it's big…" Derek frowned as he listened in, trying to form a mental map from the heartbeats of individuals. "We need to be fast if we want to avoid getting shot."
Stiles nodded and took a big gulp of air. "I think I'm ready….Hey Derek…I love you."
"Stiles, we're going to make it through this just fine…." He leaned forwards and kissed his mate on the forehead. "I just said we have to be fast." He grinned and stepped back a bit while kicking off his shoes, giving himself room as he pushed past his beta form into his full alpha form. His shirt ripped and gave way for the expanding muscle and black fur. In seconds, he was in the full terrifying beast form, eyes red and claws all ready to do some serious damage.
Stiles grinned back and quickly opened the door for his beastly mate. Derek disappeared in a flash of black and red. Stiles followed as quickly as he could, covering the opposite of the room Derek had started with. He fired off dart after dart, hitting every single gun-wielding man in his path. If he had a second, he'd have been dancing with glee because never before in his life had he been this cool.
On the other side of the room, Derek was wrecking mayhem in his full alpha form. Body after body was thrown or bashed against the walls or the floors. Their plan had been to avoid killing anyone but in the heat of the moment, Derek didn't really care. This was the first time he had truly let the alpha in him run the show. The military humans were like play toys for the powerful wolf. He shook, tossed, tackled and pounced on every single one of them he could find; enjoying the sounds of their screams and the dull snaps of their bones. After the first few men were overwhelmed, the rest started running for the other doors to escape and that only served to excite Derek more. He ran on all fours towards them and slashed at their ankles, taking all five of them down at the same time.
Before long, Derek had the last man cornered. He slowly stalked towards the frightened military man, his fangs bared. With each advancing step, he'd snap his jaws at the man, savoring the intense smell of fear wafting from him. His fangs seemed to throb, wanting to bite into the flesh and tear each limb away from that juicy torso, but he knew he couldn't. Enough was enough…but it was so tempting.
"Derek! Knock him out and help me break these locks!" Stiles yelled from the center of the massive room.
A shiver raced through Derek's form and he instantly shifted back into his Beta stage. With a digested grunt, he punched the military man in the head, knocking his out. Shaking a little from the realization of what he had almost done, Derek forced his beta form away as well, wanting to distance himself from the wolf for a bit. Once he was human again, he turned around and took a deep breath.
Before the wolf was a scene one would have expected in a horror film, not in an old warehouse in quiet little Beacon Hills. There were three large cage-like structures with thick chain locks on the door that held the students. Stiles was pulling at the lock that held the door to the cage with his father, Argent and some of the other teens in. Derek rushed over to help.
"Took you boys long enough." Sheriff Stilinsky chuckled nervously as Derek joined Stiles. He gave the chains a good strong tug and they snapped easily.
Stiles shoved the door open and rushed inside the cage to hug his father tightly. The Sheriff would have hugged back if his hands hadn't been bound together by tight plastic cuffs. "Dad! I was so worried! What the hell were they doing to you?"
The Sheriff shook his head and held out his hands to Derek. The older wolf quickly snapped the cuffs off and went to do the same from the rest of the people in the first cage. "I don't know son…they didn't tell us anything, but they took two students away a while ago."
"Who?" Stiles felt his heart leap into his chest.
"I don't know…some heavy kid in a Star Venture shirt and that angry red haired girl from before."
"They took –Lydia-?" Stiles exclaimed and threw his hands up in the air. "Shit! We have to find her!" Although his crush on the red-haired vixen was long-gone, Stiles still couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt. Besides, they were friends now and friends protected friends…even if said friend was a bit of a bitch sometimes.
"Not before you save our asses!" Scott yelled from the next cage over.
"Scott, save your own ass! You have wolf powers, come on!" Stiles glared at the other beta. "You could have broken out of your cuffs ages ago."
Scott opened his mouth and closed it, his cheeks flushing. "I was trying to keep my wolf a secret…just in case you know!"
"What is stopping you now?" Stiles smirked as he lead his dad out of the cage and came over to Scott's cage. Derek came over a few moments later after having snapped the last of the band cuffs off the captives.
"N-Nothing." Scott huffed and snapped his cuffs easily, then helped Allison with hers.
They had almost freed everyone by the time a very loud alarm went off. There were a few panicked cries from the teens, but Stiles motioned them all to be quite. He listened carefully for a second, trying to hear the sounds of approaching men. "Come on, we have a few moments before they get here. Everyone stay behind Derek, Scott and me."
As one large group, they all began sprinting towards the exit opposite the one Derek and Stiles had slipped in. The wolves followed by the Sheriff and two hunters lead the group while the rest of the hunters brought up the rear. As they passed through the door into a wide hallway, the four soldiers rounded a corner and scrambled to get their guns ready, but Derek and Scott were on them in a heartbeat, smashing their bodies into the ground with brutal force. The group kept running, the wolves easily taking down anything that got in their way.
They were almost there when Stiles skidded to a sudden halt, his nose sniffling the air. "I smell Lydia's perfume! You guys keep going, I'll get her!"
'Stiles!" Derek barked and made to run after him, but Scott grabbed his shoulder.
"I'll go with him, you protect the group!" The beta yelled and then scrambled off after his best friend.
"Fuck!" Derek swore, not liking the plan much at all, but having no other choice then to keep barreling through. The next solider he encounter, he didn't hold back at all, his rage boiling over as he grabbed the man and sent him flying down the full length of the hallway and almost smashing through the end wall.
As the group continued one way, Stiles ran along a narrow hallway with Scott right on his heels. His huffed quickly, trying to follow the scent. He had to backtrack once or twice and Scott had to take out two soldiers, but soon they were standing in front of a heavy steel door that looked like the door to a walk in freezer. Stiles grasped the handle and pulled but it was locked. He tried again, but it seemed his super strength didn't want to kick in right at that moment.
"I'll get it!" Scott took over from Stiles and pulled at the handle. With a grunt of effort, it snapped and the door swung open, revealing a most horrible sight.
Lydia and the other teen had been strapped down to two hospital gurneys and a team of men in white lab coats fussed over them. Or rather, had been fussing over them until the door had been opened. They all turned to stare at Scott and Stiles.
"Shit!" Stiles fired off one dart, taking down the closest doctor, but then his gun was empty. "Fuck!" He swore again as he dropped it at his feet and grabbed another from his holster.
"Leave them alone!" Scott bellowed as he leapt forwards, taking out the two doctors closest to the teens' beds.
By the time Stiles got his next gun ready, one of the remaining doctors had done the same. As Scott took down the second to last, Stiles fired at the gun-wielding doctor, hitting him right in the leg, dropping him instantly. The only problem was the doctor had also got off a shot that hit Stiles square in the upper arm. With a scream of pain, the teen dropped his gun and clutched the wound.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled, rushing to his friends side, but Stiles shooed him away.
"I'm good, I'm good!" He said through clenched teeth. "Get the other two." He groaned out, holding the bleeding wound as tightly as possible. Blood was quickly seeping down his arm and staining his favorite flannel shirt. "Shit! I didn't know getting shot would hurt for fucking much!"
Scott approached Lydia's bed first. The red-headed girl glared up at him and struggled against her restraints and growled at him as best she could. There was a large gag in her mouth and she didn't look very pleased about it. Scott gingerly removed the gag and then slashed through the restraints.
"Took you long enough!" Lydia sat up in the bed and reached for her arm where the doctors had started an IV. With a grimace of pain, she ripped out the needle and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The scientists had stripped her down to her black lacy underwear and had tossed her clothing onto the floor. She went to pick some up, but realized they had cut and ripped it off her body and there was no way it was wearable.
"A-Ah…here…" Scott stripped out of his grey Lacrosse team hoodie and passed it to Lydia without daring to look over at the almost-naked teen. He quickly busied himself with freeing the other teen.
Lydia huffed, not liking the color of the hoodie one bit, but put it on anyways. "Shouldn't Derek be the one doing all the heroic saving or something?"
"He's getting the group out. Be thankful you have us." Stiles groaned and took a glance under his hand. More blood rushed out from the wound and he almost gagged.
"….I feel so safe…." She rolled her eyes, but went over to help up the other teen with Scott. The boy seemed to be in worse condition; his skin was pale and his arm was inflamed around the spot the doctors had put the IV in. Lydia removed it as gentle as possible and together with Scott, helped him to his feet. He was also in his boxers, but there wasn't any more clothes to offer him.
"What did they do to him?" Scott asked as he dragged the teen with Lydia to the door.
"I don't know. They started with him first after taking our blood. I heard them say I was special or something." Lydia grunted as she pulled the teen along after Stiles. They left the room and slowly made their way back towards the large hallway the group had ran down. From the sounds of things, Derek and the hunters were busy taking out the remaining men in the courtyard.
"Well, duh. You lived through a wolf bite without changing….which by the way, is still kinda fucked up." Stiles glanced over his shoulder to check on the sickly looking teen. He frowned deeply, praying that the scientist hadn't been doing what he was thinking they might have been doing. Then again… "Hey Lydia…you don't think they…you know…infected our friend here?"
"Ew!" Lydia instantly dropped the teens arm. "Jesus Stiles! Why didn't you say something to me earlier? Scott! Does he smell infected?"
Scott sniffed and frowned. "Kind of…" He frowned deeply.
"No! No! I'm not infected!" The sick teen moaned as he clutched onto Scott's arm. "Please, I'm not infected!" He rasped and coughed, a bit of blood coming up and splattering on Scott's shoulder.
"Shit!" Scott dropped the teen and stepped away from his crumpled, wheezing form.
The teen coughed louder, more blood coming up. "No! Please! It's just asthma!"
Stiles shifted uncomfortably from one for to the other. For once, he prayed for just a little bit of Derek's cut throat personality so that he would feel nothing by just turning around and running away.
"Stiles, lets go!" Lydia shouted and grabbed Stiles unwounded arm, dragging him backwards.
As a horrible stab of pain from the wound and Lydia's rough treatment shot through him, Stiles just weakly nodded and followed along, leaving the other body in a coughing bloody mess on the floor. The three teens ran along the corridor and into the main hallway. The unconscious soldiers on the floor were like a trail of breadcrumbs all the way to the exit.
By the time they burst out into the parking lot, Stiles was wheezing and sweating from the pain. As he looked around, he thanked his lucky stars the hunters and Derek had already taken out all the guards and were piling into the vehicles because he really had no strength left to contribute to a fight. It took all of his effort to just hobble towards the black Camaro. His vision was blurring a bit and his mouth felt dry. The pain was overwhelming as just as he felt like he was going to fall, strong arms wrapped around him.
"Stiles!"
Alright! So…next chapter previews! Stiles is down and out and Scott insists on making a crazy run to the military locked-down hospital to save his mom!
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