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When Stiles woke up, the back of his neck was throbbing. He remembered running from someone in his house. He remembered getting tased. He remembered falling down the stairs. Stiles opened his eyes, but before he could take in his surroundings, a sudden movement and loud noise caused him to jump. There was a man in a cage next to him that hit the bars and began to howl and laugh. Stiles crawled back until he hit metal bars; he too was in a cage. He was panicking now. Stiles looked around and found himself in some sort of basement. There were empty cages next to him on one side, and three filled cages on the other. All separated, but his quick eyes noticed the middle of each cell could slide into the wall, turning them into one. Stiles could not know for sure, but he had a feeling the three other occupants werewolves. They each stared at him with hungry eyes.

"Where am I?"

The girl in the middle laughed. "This? This is what survived a Nogitsune. He's nothing but a scared little boy."

Stiles squinted in confusion. Why did they know about him?

The man farthest away smiled. "He's stronger than he looks."

The spastic man closest to Stiles jumped up and down a little. "Do you think he can get us what we want?"

"We have to get out of here first now wouldn't we, Renny? But yes, we'll get what we came for."

Stiles shrank back a little. He did not like the sound of anything being said. "So, three wolves and a human stuck in bunch of cages together. Anyone know who our host is?" Maybe it was another group of hunters. He did kill Allison after all.

"That would be him." The leader of the wolves pointed to a man that was now standing in front of Stiles' cell.

"Jeez!" Stiles huffed. That guy came out of nowhere. "Okay, creepy, ominous, serial killer guy. What do you want?"

The man leaned in towards the bars. "I want you to suffer."

"Great."

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John Stillinski came home after a mostly non-eventful day. Not much had happened, which left time for him to think. His mind worried about his son. After finding out what was going on with Stiles, he did not know what to do. Stiles had been great, almost his old self again, but from what he had told him, John knew it would all come crashing down in a couple of days. The Sheriff could already see the change in Stiles just like before. He hated seeing his son in distress. He hated even more that his son's behavior reminded him of Claudia. John sighed as he went into the house.

"Stiles, I'm home."

There was no response, but Stiles' jeep had been parked in the driveway. Thinking his son was asleep, John went upstairs to check on him.

John knocked on the open door and entered. "Stiles…"

There was no Stiles, but there was an open window and a chair on the floor. Panic rushed in the man. He pulled out his phone and dialed his son's number. His fingers twitched as he waited for the phone to ring. A loud vibration caught John's attention. Stiles' phone was on his bedside table. Stiles was gone. His son was gone. The Sheriff tried to calm himself as he dialed Scott's number. Scott could find him, he would know where his son was.

"Hello?"

"Scott! Stiles is gone, I think something may have happened. It looks like a struggle, but I can't be sure."

"What? Okay, he shouldn't be affected too much by anything yet. He still has a couple of days before it gets bad. Someone…someone must have been there." Scott was already heading to the Stillinski home.

"Who, Scott? Who would take my son?"

"I don't know. I'm on my way. We'll find him. I promise."

John hung up the phone and searched the house for clues for his son's whereabouts. If someone had his son, then he needed to find him as soon as possible. There was no telling what they wanted, or what they would do.

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Stiles was huddled in the corner trying to figure a way out of his current predicament. The man had left, but he seemed exceptional angry with Stiles. The boy was sure the Nogitsune was the cause, but he could not remember the man's face. What did he do to him? He was having a hard time concentrating. First of all he was coming off his Adderall, and second: the three wolves would not stop staring at him. He sighed and looked at them.

"What?"

The girl was the first to answer. "I just still can't believe you of all people beat a Nogitsune."

"Now, now, Mina. You of all people should know not everything is at it seems." The man on the end spoke.

"Yeah Crane, but it looks like we could snap him in half." The guy closest to Stiles swung on the bars.

"It's incredible what the body can achieve under possession."

"Yeah, it was a real hoot." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Anyone mind telling me what we're all doing here?"

"That, is an excellent question." The leader smirked. "I know why you're here, but us. That is still a little unclear."

"He wants to use us." Mina shrugged.

"Or maybe he didn't want us getting in the way. We were coming for you after all."

"Renny, shut up." Mina glared.

Stiles shook his head. "What would you want with me?"

The two wolves looked to their leader.

"I suppose it doesn't matter at this point. We came to Beacon Hills to take something from you, Stiles."

Stiles shrunk back a little. "What?"

"You were the last person in control of the Oni. Powerful demons that would give us anything we wanted. I want that power, Stiles. We came here for it."

Stiles shook his head. "I was never in control of them, that was him, and he's gone."

The man perked a little. "Is he? Do you not still share a bond with the creature? You still have a part of it in you Stiles, that part can still summon them. You may not realize it, boy, but you have more power left over than you know."

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When Scott got to Stiles' house he was panicking. He did not want to go through this again. They were supposed to be out of the rough, and onto better things. He ran inside and was met by the Sheriff who was tearing apart the house in search of clues.

"Nothing, except an open window." He looked at the boy with desperate eyes. "Please say you catch a scent."

Scott looked around for a minute before shutting his eyes. He concentrated on the air around him. He could smell Stiles. He was panicked and scared. His nerves were on edge. Scott had no problem picking up Stiles' scent inside the house, but that was all he was picking up. Scott could not smell a single chemo signal besides his best friends'. It reminded him of that night on the roof with Derek. Stiles had been fighting himself. He hoped that was not the case this time.

"What? What is it?"

Scott shook his head. "Nothing."

"What?"

Scott shrugged. "I sense Stiles, but…are you sure there was someone else here?"

The Sheriff shook his head in anger. "Scott, this isn't like before okay. He didn't just leave, someone did this."

Scott wanted to believe him. "Then they knew how to cover their scent."

"Then track Stiles."

"I can't." Scott wanted to cry.

"You can't? But that connection thing, I thought-"

"Closer to the full moon, yeah, but this close to the night everything goes wrong…there's no way to find him through scent or emotions." Scott was terrified as to what could happen to Stiles if he was still missing for over twenty-four hours.

The Sheriff was thinking the same thing. "We have to find my son."

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It had been too long for Stiles. apogee was approaching, and he could feel the effects. He was shaky, and swaying a little where he sat.

Mina stared at him through the bars of her cell. "Crane, what's wrong with him?"

Crane watched Stiles close. Something was starting to happen to the boy.

"It's amazing what withdraw symptoms will occur when one goes off medication cold turkey." The man appeared in front of Stiles' cell.

Sweat was beading on Stiles' face, he stared with curious, blurry eyes.

"Oh I know everything about you. Including you abuse of Adderall for the past, what, five years? That's not to mention the new amount of meds they've put you on since you slaughtered all those people." The man glared. "On top of whatever happens to you tonight, can't feel very good I'd wager."

Stiles shifted, trying to stifle the tremors. "You do know everything, huh? You've sure spent a long time stalking me, you must think I'm pretty."

The man smirked. "Always a joker, aren't you? You'll understand why you're here soon enough; sometime after the begging starts."

Stiles could not help but flinch back. What did this man have planned for him? Normally he would have retorted with a witty comeback, but he could not keep his mind focused. This man was going to hurt him soon, and he was not looking forward to that one bit.

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"What do you mean he's gone?"

Scott sighed. "Malia, please just calm down okay. We're going to find him."

"But you have no idea where he is, or even if someone took him or not." Malia stared at the Alpha.

"If there was no scent, then what makes you think someone took him?" Kira was not sure how to help.

"It's not like Stiles to disappear." Lydia thought about her words. "Okay, it's not like him to disappear when he's not under demonic possession. Nothing should have been happening like that yet. Someone had to have done this."

Malia turned her attention to the banshee. "Is he going to die?"

Lydia's eyes watered. "I don't know. I don't feel anything right now, but I don't know."

"He won't." Scott was sure.

"What's going to happen to him tomorrow night?" Kira knew things would get bad for him.

No one wanted to say anything. They knew that wherever Stiles was, he was going to have a tough time. There was no telling what he would do.

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Humming. The man was humming. He walked down the hallway, dragging a thin metal pipe across the bars. He stopped in front of Stiles' cell and looked at the shaking boy.

"It's time to start." The man opened the cage door and shut it behind him.

Stiles stood up. This could be his only chance to try and escape.

"I'm gonna enjoy this." The man smiled before swinging the pipe at Stiles.

Stiles ducked out of the way, and ran to the other side of the cage. The man stood in the middle, following Stiles with his eyes. If Stiles could get close enough he could get the keys and get out. They stood there for a moment waiting for the other to make a move before Stiles decided to go for it. He dived at the man, but he was hit with the pipe causing him to slam into Renny's side of the cell wall. Before Stiles could shuffle away, Renny grabbed Stiles' and dug his claws into his arm.

"I'm not sure who I should help here. You could get us out if you got the key, but you might not. But him, he's about to put on a show." Renny laughed and shoved Stiles straight into the man.

Stiles lost his footing and man began hit him with the pipe, causing him to fall to the floor. The man continued to beat him with the pipe. Stiles could not help but scream with every hit. He was on the ground, the sound of the pipe hitting his bones got louder. The man was angry and yelling. Tears ran down his face as he continued to hit Stiles, over and over again. Stiles could do nothing, but try and crawl away.

Hit. Scream. Hit. Scream. The three werewolves watched as the man beat the boy. They stood silent, while the screams turned into whimpers.

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