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Scott waited in the woods, because he did not know what else to do. He knew Stiles would not just show up, but if Scott spent any more time sitting in the Sheriff's station he would go crazy. He had to at least feel like he was doing something, even if he knew it was for nothing.
As Scott stared at the stump of the Nemeton, he thought about its current significance in their lives. He knew it was the cause of everything that happened to Stiles. He knew that it activated some type of pulse that was leading supernatural beings to Beacon Hills. What Scott did not understand, was why Stiles was trying to give it his blood. In the craziness that ensued inside his best friend's head, something told him to sacrifice himself to the tree. Scott wondered if there was still something left of the Nogitsune. What would happen if Stiles ever succeeded?
Scott sighed, lost in his thoughts. He hoped that wherever Stiles was, he was okay.
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Stiles ran. He had to get out the building. He had to get away from the man and the wolves. He had to get to Scott, even though the voices were telling him to get to the Nemeton. Stiles found his way through a door and up a set of stairs. He thought he was going to make it when he felt a stinging shock course through his body.
Tased again.
Stiles did not even realize the man was so close. He collapsed on the stairs as the man pulled his head up by his hair.
"I should feed you to the dogs." He dragged Stiles down. "But I have better plans for you."
He continued to drag Stiles back to his cell.
"I should have never underestimated someone like you."
Stiles was trying to blink back the focus to his eyes. "Can't blame a guy for trying."
The man kicked Stiles in the face. He pulled something out of his pocket. "You know my wife was a nurse for a long time. I learned a lot about medicine. Like this." He held out a syringe. "This has been known to give people vivid hallucinations."
"More than I'm already having? Great." Stiles tried to move his arm as the man plunged the needle into his skin.
The injection stung as it coursed through his body. Stiles watched as the walls began to melt away like black ink caught in the rain. He was having trouble focusing.
"And this one." The man held out another syringe. "When mixed with that one, causes immense pain."
Stiles tried to shuffle away, but the room was spinning. The man injected him, and his world exploded. His body seized up from the pain, and before his world spun out completely, he saw the man leave and his Void self shaking his head.
"We were so close."
The man smiled as he walked out of the cell, his head turned as he heard one of the wolves growl.
Mina glared at the man with glowing blue eyes. "He's still just a boy."
"A boy that got my wife killed."
Mina shook her head. "Wives die every day."
"Do you really feel sorry for him?" He stepped closer to the cell. "What were your plans for him? You came here to bring the demon out, well there it is." He pointed in the cage where Stiles was staring at things that were not there.
Mina looked down. "Just because we have plan for him, doesn't mean it's okay to torture the kid."
The man huffed and turned from her.
As if his night was not already going to Hell. Stiles could not escape the current pain his body felt. It was as if someone had set his blood on fire, and trapped him in his own head. His mind was mixed with memories of the Nogitsune, and the fears he had. Stiles kept seeing his friends dying by his hand.
"This is your fault, Stiles." Void Stiles was glaring at him.
The floor was filled with the blood of his friends. The blood of his dad. Stiles shut his eyes, but the images would not go away.
The man watched Stiles struggle on the floor until the boy finally passed out.
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Scott waited at the Nemeton until the sun rose. He was texting Lydia the whole night, no one had gotten any closer to finding Stiles, but she did think she found who took him. Scott hoped when he got back to the Sheriff's station he would get more information, but they did not have much to go one.
They knew the man's name was Mark White. They knew his wife died from the Oni. They knew his last known address, but that was about it. He had been living under the radar since he left Beacon Hills, and they could not find any trace of him.
"We don't even know if this guy actually took him." Scott looked at his friends.
Lydia shifted. "No, but he's the only one that makes sense. It has to be him."
"We've checked for buildings under his name, or any family name he's ever been connected to. There's just nothing." Kira looked away from Scott.
"I put an APB out on this guy, but if he has Stiles, he probably won't be out wondering the streets."
"He's okay right? I mean even after last night. Stiles will be okay." Malia was sitting on the bench in Stilinski's office.
Scott knelt down in the front of her. "He's gonna be okay. I think I would feel it, if he wasn't. Even with the connection being weak, if he…if something really bad happened, I think I would know."
"Me too." Lydia gave a half smile. "I haven't felt, whatever it is I feel, so he's alive. He's definitely alive."
They all felt a slight comfort in this, even though they all knew Stiles being alive did not mean he was okay. They had no idea what the man was doing to him, not to mention the craziness that ensues during apogee. They all just wished everything would work out, and Stiles would be unharmed.
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Stiles woke up the next morning to someone giving him water. He opened his eyes to see the man above him, holding his head. Stiles pulled away and the man let him catch his breath. He had mostly sweated out the drugs from the night before, but the room was spinning, and his head was still not in the right place.
"It's important to stay hydrated."
The man put the water bottle back to Stiles' mouth and he gulped as much as he could. He tried to pull away from it to breathe, but the man held Stiles' head firm. Stiles began to choke on the water, but the man still made him drink until the bottle was empty. When the man let go, Stiles finally let out a choked cough, and gasped in air. He was coughing so hard the already sick feeling in his stomach grew. The man stood up and took a step back as Stiles threw up on the floor. There was a mixture, clear liquid, blood, and some black substance. He was not a doctor, but that did not look good.
Stiles looked up, out of breath. "Please, stop this."
The man smirked.
Stiles shut his eyes trying to even out his breathing. "What's your end game with all this? Just going to torture me until I die?"
The man knelt down against the bars. "Why don't you tell me what you think."
His head was fuzzy, and every inch of him hurt. Stiles did not want to think, but his eyes met the man's and he spoke anyway. "I think these cages open into one big one."
The man looked at the bars separating Stiles from the others. There was a line in the wall and gears at the top. "Very good."
"I think you seem to know everything about me, so you probably know Scott will be able to find me soon."
"I believe that's where we come in." Crane crossed his arms. "Have us kill the Alpha since you can't, but leave us here to rot after the deed is done."
The man smiled.
Stiles shook his head. "Scott has nothing to do with this."
The man stood up and yelled. "He has everything to do with this! This is as much his fault as it is yours."
"I let it in. Scott couldn't have stopped that." The fear of Scott's death made Stiles panic.
"He should not have tried to save you. He should have killed you when he found out it was in you. And look at all the good it's done. You're both going to die anyway. More lives were lost because he let you live." His eyes flared.
"He would have saved her if he could."
The anger grew on the man's face. He grabbed the pipe off the ground and opened up Stiles' cage.
Stiles did not have much energy left, but the attempted to scoot back. "No, no, no, no. Please!"
The man did not listen. He only beat Stiles until he was unconscious.
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AN: Thanks for reading!