It's a Wonderful Life, Stiles
Ch 7 of 8
Gerard's Victory
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The basement floor was moving. This seemed odd to Stiles but, then again, what wasn't odd in Beacon Hills these days?
Opening his eyes was like prying open a coconut. A red snowflake drifted past his nose – a scab, he realized. Gross. He'd been asleep long enough for his blood to clot. How long that took he couldn't be sure.
It was too bright for a basement. Flashbulb bright. Splotches of color waltzed across his eyes. When the fog dissipated he saw two faces staring at him: Gerard glared from a metal bench across from him and Scott blinked up from where he lay spread-eagled on the floor. Stiles knew instantly that Scott had been paralyzed by the Kanima. The muscles around his face and jaw worked like mad but the rest of his body didn't even twitch. A familiar jostling revealed that they were in a vehicle, travelling fast.
"Hey, Scott," Stiles whispered hoarsely.
"Hey, Stiles."
"Come to rescue me?"
"Yep."
"Good job."
"Smart ass." Scott's brief smile deflated as he studied Stiles. "You look like hell, dude. You breathing ok?"
"Ribs hurt. Cracked. Feel… dizzy. I talked to my mom."
"Ok, so, head trauma, too." Scott's throat worked. "I don't care if he's Allison's father, I'm going to kill Chris Argent for this."
"Gerard beat me up, actually."
Scott's eyebrows bounced.
"Shut up, dude," Stiles chided, "that old man is stronger than he looks."
"And you wolves are as dumb as you look," said Gerard. He stood and planted one foot on Scott's chest. He held a black handgun pointed at Stiles. "You fell right into my trap. It's remarkable you're not extinct."
"Was Erica and Boyd escaping part of your plan?" Scott asked.
Gerard kicked the werewolf in the head and Stiles resisted the temptation to say, "Told you so!" when Scott grunted in pain. Gerard turned to Stiles and said, "In case you're curious, I stole this van from your dad's station – thanks for the idea, very effective with Jackson – and we're on our way to the Argent house in Washington State. And after I have you two secure, I'll be back for Derek and his pack."
Scott's nostrils flared. "Assuming Derek even lets you leave the county with us."
"Jackson will keep him busy long enough."
"You kidnapped Stiles, Gerard. Derek is pissed." Suddenly something heavy landed on the roof of the van. Scott didn't look surprised. "Really pissed."
Tires squealed. Stiles rolled off the seat and bounced off Scott as the entire van rocked. Gerard shrieked in rage and took out a walkie-talkie. Before he could speak, the van came to a sudden stop. All three men rolled across the floor.
Stiles slammed into the wall. Fireworks burst across his eyes, then dragged him into darkness.
Before he passed out he heard the gun go off.
To Be Concluded
