Two days later..

The trees all look the same after a while. Stiles has no clue whether or not he's been here before. He found out on the first day that Josh had enchanted the forest so there was literally a dome of magic surrounding the area at all times. Basically he couldn't leave and nothing could enter. He was trapped in this two mile by two mile dome. And yes he counted, that's how bored he was.

"God, this is so dumb." he says as he kicks a pebble along the ground as he walks. Every time he kicks it a little tail of fire comes out of it as it flies, lighting up a small portion of the area, enough for him not to trip or run into something.

"Maybe, you know, a little hint of sorts would have helped. Like do I meditate or something? Is there a herb I have to eat? Smoke?"

He walks along a tiny path he set in his mind. His hands are in his pants pockets and his hood is up. Its dark right now, the sun set probably an hour ago and its kind of cold so he's glad he brought his jacket. Its not that warm but its a lot better than his tee shirt underneath. He kicks the little rock one last time and it flies forward a good 5 feet. But it hits the magic barrier because the previously invisible wall glows purple around where the pebble hit it. The purple light really stands out in the dark forest and its actually really beautiful. He sits down and crosses his legs. Picks up a few pebbles in his left hand and uses his right one to toss the at the wall.

Flashes of neon purple and even a bit of hot pink flare in the dark in front of him. It reminds him of the space documentary he watched last month. Like stars exploding, that's what this looks like. He just sits there and watches as tiny little pebbles, that other wise have no beauty or significance, cause such a magnificent reaction.

"Are you having fun, Sol?" a voice spoke out. Stiles' eyes immediately turned black and he jumped up. It was too dark to see. He had no clue where the source of that voice came from. But he knew who ever it was, they weren't a friendly. Only one person called him Sol. But it didn't sound like Alexander. He sounded younger.

Knowing it wasn't Alexander kind of brought him some peace, But the fact of the matter was there was an alpha somewhere close.

He lifted his right forearm in the air and a large flame combusted out, lighting up the whole area. He could see everything pretty clearly now. Including the man that spoke. He was standing just outside the barrier. The guy was wearing an all black outfit and topped it off with some sunglasses and a matrix coat. The one Neo wore. He had medium length, brown hair. And his was smiling a toothy smile, they weren't fangs but it still gave Stiles goosebumps.

"Who are you?"

"My name? My name is unimportant to you."

"Alright, fine then. I'll just call you Jerry because Jerry is totally a silly name and therefor just makes you seem silly." The mans face contorted into something that looked more or less annoyed and amused at the same time. "So listen here. Jerry. This whole forest is enchanted, so there's no point in being here, because you cant get in."

"Oh I cant now?" Jerry put his hand up against the barrier. Purple and pink ignited from his touch. "This is weak magic."

"Yeah well its still stronger than your wolf ass, so don't bother."

"Funny."

"What?"

"Its funny, because no one ever said I was a werewolf."

"But if you're not a werewolf... then what are-"

The man mumbled a few quick words to himself and then suddenly the barrier in front of him shattered. Purple and pink lights falling to the ground leaving a perfect door shaped hole in the wall. Stiles stood there in shock and a thin layer of sweat quickly started to cover his body.

"Shit." he turned around and started running as fast as he could.

Jerry started laughing hysterically. His arms raised slightly and two blue orbs of light manifested above his open palms. They spiraled there for a short moment before they launched themselves at the ground and transformed into two giant blue wolves. They snarled and chomped at the direction Stiles headed. Paws stomping on the ground in impatience.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can. You're going to need it, 'cause you're no gingerbread man." And as if it was a count down, the wolves took off, claws throwing up the dirt as they bolted for Stiles.

*

"You guys want some more?" Josh asks, getting his plate off the coffee table and waiting for Sierra and Derek to answer.

"Yes, thank you" Sierra gives him her plate and goes back to watching supernatural.

"Sure, I'll help you get it." Derek offers standing up and grabbing every ones glasses.

Josh follows Derek into his kitchen. Derek puts all the cups on the counter and takes the plates from him, leaving Josh on drink duty.

"How do you think he's doing?"

"Derek, don't worry. He's a touch kid I'm sure he's doing fine."

"Its just hard. Him being out there and me being... here."

"Yeah I get you, I don't like it either, but this will not only get him a strong ass offense but also a great defense. Its crucial to this war we're about to get into."

"Just wish I could be there to help him with this."

Josh and Derek shared a knowing glance before going back to work.

"How much longer do you think though?"

:"I don't know. It could be anywhere from tonight to next week if he's really bad. But Derek seriously, don't sweat it, me and Sierra will know as soon as it happens." Josh was carrying all three glasses, now filled with soda, back into the den. Derek had just put the last slice of pizza on the last plate and was about to carry it back in when he heard a large crash of glass shattering and soda going everywhere.

"Josh?" Sierra said and she sounded really concerned. Derek rounded the corner almost immediately and there was Josh standing with his knees bent and he was clutching his temples.

"Derek!" he managed to get out before his eyes glowed a bright purple, he gaped and made a soft noise like all the air was slowly leaving his lungs. His head snapped up so he was looking at the door and the purple from his eyes faded. "The barrier! Something just broke it!"

*

"shit shit shit." Stiles pushes himself off the ground looking back behind him to see to bright blue wolves heading straight for him. "What the hell are those?!" but he doesn't wait to get answers. Flames leak from his feet, enough to propel him upward about three inches above the ground, and he starts to mimic the movements of ice skating. He's moving a lot faster now, but those wolves don't seem to have given him much distance because they're still right behind him. He adjusts his legs and makes a hard left. One of the wolves stumbles and trips over its feet, slamming into the ground. The other doesn't and is still right behind him. Stiles tries his best to dodge all the trees but its hard when you have to concentrate on your fire skates, and I giant blue wolf of death that's speeding towards you. So that's why he ends up clipping his abdomen on a stray, low dangling tree branch. He immediately falls out of his focus. The fires beneath him are gone and he's currently face planting the dirt. Hard. He had to have skidded about ten feet before he came to a relative stop. He was hurting, god was he in pain. But he couldn't think about the pain right now because he still had at least one of the wolves still charging him.

He spun on his palms and brought his knees under him so he was facing the direction of the oncoming wolf. His head instinctively tilted back, he took in a long sharp breath. And with out a second to spare, he whipped his face forward and let loose a bone shattering roar. Flames that seemed equivalent to a space shuttle's, erupted from his mouth. The wolf who was literally in the air right in front of him with his claws out, was obliterated. A puff of blue mist exploded in front of him and it mixed with the flames. That was one wolf down, only one left. He knew it had to be close, so he reacted. He slowly started turning. The flames turning everything it touched to ash.

When he was finished he had turned a full 360 degrees, leaving a huge, half a mile wide void of nothing but dirt, ash, and the occasional burning stump from a tree. He hadn't noticed any puff of blue smoke like the first wolf but he was pretty damn sure it wasn't going to pose a threat anymore. His breath was ragged and sharp. He hadn't done a roar for that long. Granted he hadn't known the move for all that long, but it still took its toll on his already scraped, bruised, and damaged body.

"You're a feisty one, eh?" Stiles whipped around to find Jerry a mere three feet away. His fists immediately ignited and he went to punch him square in the face, but his attack was stopped just short, as Jerry lifted his hand slightly. It was like magnets. Like they were both negative poles and physics wouldn't allow them to touch no matter hard Stiles tried. The veins in his forehead protruded as he stained to make some form of contact. He tried launching the flames but they were simultaneously shot to the side. Jerry's eyes started glowing a bright blue and next thing Stiles knew he was flying backwards. The back of his head and his shoulders slammed into the seared ground. The momentum from his legs forcing his body to somersault violently.

He eventually skidded to a stop. Face in the dirt he cried out in pain. He didn't even try to fight the tears because god damnit he was in so much pain. He choked on a sob as he punched the ground next to him. Using his own weight to painfully and slowly lift himself up. He stumbles a bit as he jerks a knee below him so he has some form foundation and wont crumble over. He clutches his side and when he brings his hand up, he sees blood. A lot of it. That tree branch from before must have have gotten him really badly, but he doesn't have the time or the stomach to look and analyze the full extend of his cut.

Stiles stood up, it took him a lot more effort than it should have, but he's standing now. He doesn't think he can move but the great thing about is element is that he doesn't have to. He creeps his arm up so the palm is facing Jerry, and lets his eyes go black again. He can feel his mark get hot as he puts the rest of his energy into one final shot. His hand glows red from the heat lingering right beneath but he holds out. Letting more of his energy, more of his power, to accumulate.

He starred at Jerry's bright blue eyes. Waiting for some type of opening. And that's exactly what he did, they both just stood there, starring, until Jerry twitched. It was insignificant and yet the effect of that twitch was like setting off an atomic bomb. A massive beam of fire, bigger than Stiles has ever made, launched itself from his palm. It moved faster than anything he's seen. And he noticed the part of the ground it came into contact with immediately melted into small streams of molten rock and dirt. It reached Jerry in less then a second. But it was a few milliseconds too slow.

Jerry's hand moved out in front of him and a body sized, transparent blue barrier appeared suddenly. The fire collided with the shield and it roared as it split off into two separate beams, molding around the barrier like water. He was done. That was it there was nothing more he could do. He let his sore arm fall down to his side and hung his head low as tears streamed out onto his cheeks. His fist clenched as he heard Jerry's barrier dissipate. He didn't even bother looking up. He knew what was coming next.

Jerry flicked his wrist and Stiles was thrown to the side, slamming shoulder first into the ground. He screamed in agony but didn't move. Then next thing he knew, his face was being dragged in the dirt, moving fast towards Jerry. The rocks and dirt were slicing little cuts into his cheeks and forehead and cutting his lips open. He stopped abruptly and was lifted into the air so his feet were only a few feet off the ground. And he was face to face now with the man.

"I must say, you did some unexpected things tonight, things I must give you credit for, because that last shot, it almost made me sweat. Truly. But besides that I'm pretty disappointed in you, I was expecting more of a... well, more of a challenge."

Stiles only had enough energy to try and spit in his face, but even that wasn't enough to reach him. Jerry just looked down at the ground, at the spit that was meant for him.

"Wow, you really are pathetic. See when I got orders to destroy you from Alexander, I thought I was just ridding the world of a freak of nature, but now. Now I know that I'm ridding the world of useless space! All you do is use up precious matter! And a runt like you doesn't deserve to live!"

He managed to huff out a short breath before Jerry's arm raised and Stiles' body followed. He was tossed into the air with no effort. Flipping and spiraling as his momentum increased. He just kept going up and up. And if it wasn't for the fact that he was seriously heading for his eminent doom ,he really couldn't help but think, this must be exactly how Gandalf the Grey felt in the first movie. But needless to say, this wasn't movie and there certainly wasn't a platform at the very top to keep him from plummeting.

And then with out any notice his momentum switched. This was it. This is the end he thought. The fall down was so peaceful. So tranquil. He couldn't help but coming to terms with it. Death that is. The fall seemed so slow, so...forever. The wind blew, caressingly, through his short cropped hair, Like the world was rustling his hair with its giant palm, as a way of saying its goodbye, gentle and soothing. It made his eyes flutter closed, out of pleasure. The wind felt good as it was, but the thought that this, this soft feeling, this loving touch he was receiving from mother earth, would be the last thing he felt. And he was okay with it. He watched as the ground took up more and more of his vision, and he couldn't help think of every one he cared for. He knew his dad would be devastated, but that pack surely wouldn't leave him alone to handle this. Maybe even Scott and Mrs. McCall will make sure he still eats properly.

And then he wondered about Derek. Derek surely would be a mess. He knows Derek will just blame himself and he knows he cant handle any one else he cares about, dying. But he's going to have to. He's going to have to be strong for the pack. Stay strong for his dad. And he definitely wants Derek to stay strong for him, and what ever he may face in a few seconds. He wants him to love again. To not let his death be the reason he finally secludes himself completely or worse.

He thinks of Lydia and the swarm and the pack and the way Derek's lips felt against his and how he wishes he could have that one more time. He thinks how he wants them all to be happy but most of all he just wants them to survive. To get out of all this alive and victorious. Yeah that would be great he thought to himself.

He watched the ground speed towards him again. He read somewhere that it doesn't feel that bad. A suicide survivor who tried to jump to his death, and succeeded, but was resuscitated back to life minutes later. He's glad he survived now but he explained the moment of impact not as painful and harsh, but gentle and firm. Almost like a really nice hug. He's okay with hugs. He imagines his mom is at the bottom laying on the ground right below him with her arms out wide ready to greet him in a tight hug. He see's her now. He sees her long brown hair, then her eyes and then her-