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Chapter 10- Not Scared Enough

"I'm going to find you. Try and keep the phone! Okay?"

Scott's message reached Stiles and Stiles quickly went to delete the message about where he was that he sent to Scott as the dreaded footsteps he heard started to get louder. He managed to only delete the text about him being in Reno before he heard the door slam open and the phone was snatched from his hands. Stiles looked at the two men and knew immediately that he was in for it.

"Wow.. you have really screwed up this time." A third man said from the doorway.

Joe opened the phone and saw that Stiles had texted Scott before angrily shutting the phone for a moment and looking at Stiles. Joe sent a nod to Dennis, who grabbed Stiles by his hoodie and sent a punch right to his stomach. Stiles grunted and doubled over, unable to fall fully to the ground, as he was being held up by an arm around his neck.

"You just couldn't wait those 12 hours could you?"

It crossed Stiles' mind for a moment to apologize and beg for his life, but he decided it wouldn't do him any good at this point. He tried to pull Dennis' arm away from his neck, but the man was twice his size. Stiles found himself sweating from the anxiety he was feeling. He felt the decision to send the texts to Scott also made the decision to end his life.

Dennis landed another punch to Stiles' stomach, who doubled over again and let out a wince. This time, Dennis let him and go Stiles dropped to the floor clutching his stomach. Stiles went to get up on his knees but Dennis shoved his knee into Stiles' back and kept him on the floor.

"Why don't we give your good friend Scott a call, huh?"

Stiles was still trying to get up, wanting to make sure he heard the whole conversation that was about to happen. Suddenly, the third man in the door way held Stiles' head down by his neck.

"Stop fucking moving." The man whispered dangerously. Stiles felt more fear from this man than from Joe or Dennis. His voice just sounded so sinister. Stiles shut his eyes and took a breath, trying his best to calm down.

Stiles heard Joe was now on the phone with Scott, hearing bits and pieces of the conversation, the sound of his own heart beating and his breath sounding off so loudly in his own ears, he found it hard to hear. Suddenly, Stiles felt the barrel of a gun at his head and couldn't maintain his composer any more.

Stiles felt the tears falling down his face, but he was trying his hardest to cry quietly. He found himself silently saying goodbye to everyone, this was the end.

Then, it happened. A bang and the worst pain Stiles had ever experienced. He let out a terrifying yell and his shoulder burned furiously. Dennis and the other man got off of him and Stiles clutched his shoulder tightly as the tears fell and and he let out groans of pain.

Stiles started shaking as Joe bent down to his level.

"I'm sorry that I had to do that, Stiles. But you have to learn that the only way you are getting out of here is if I get that stone. You will learn to be too afraid to cross me." Joe said dangerously.

Joe waved Stiles' phone tauntingly in front of Stiles' face before slipping it into his pocket. Joe stood up and looked at the other two men in the room.

"Get the bullet out and cuff him to the bed. We've only got 10 hours left and he has to live long enough to get that stone, so patch him up."

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"Lydia… are you okay? I know you're scared, but you have to try and calm down." Parrish urged, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Lyida couldn't control the sobbing. She couldn't believe Stiles had just been shot. Scott roughly swinging the classroom door open snapped her out of her thoughts. Derek chased him out into the hallway.

"Scott.. hold up."

"They shot him, Derek! How am I supposed to explain that to Malia or his dad?!"

"I don't know… but we know he isn't dead. We heard him scream… they just did it to hurt him."

Parrish walked a shaking Lydia out into the hallway and met up with Scott and Derek. Parrish was about to talk before his phone went off. He looked at the name.

"It's the Sheriff." Parrish quickly said before looking at the group, worriedly. He decided not to mention the phone call until they saw him in person. Scott just nodded at him, urging him to pick it up, hoping the sheriff had some useful information.

"Sheriff Stilinski. Any update on the name I sent over?"

"That's exactly why I'm calling. We got a hit on Steven Prince. He's ex-marines and he was… dishonorably discharged."

"What for?"

"Treason. He's responsible for the deaths of dozens of soldiers. His whole unit was involved in selling secrets to the other side. Joe Esposito, Hunter Kent, Steven Price, and Dennis Tillary."

Parrish recognized two of those names, Joe and Dennis, who Stiles had mentioned during his brief but illuminating conversation with Scott.

"That's the guys who took Stiles, but why the stone?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll have to keep looking. You guys find anything else over there besides the military tag?"

Parrish looked at the other three before choosing his words carefully.

"We should regroup… we searched this place up and down. We're done over here, should we meet you at the station?"

Parrish heard a sigh of disappointment on the other end of the phone before the Sheriff agreed to meet at the station. Parrish nodded and hung the phone up.

"Let's hope Malia and Peter had some luck."

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Peter and Malia were back in the woods again, Malia aggressively searching for the stone. Malia knew that they heard searched every inch of these woods, but this was the only place they suspected the stone to be, so she would look again, and again… and all over again. She knew Stiles would never give up on finding her, so she would do the same for him.

Peter, on the other hand, seemed to be nonchalantly looking around, expecting not to find anything.

"Malia.. can we please talk about us? I'm your fath—"

"You really want to help? Look for the stone and be quiet." Maria said, flashing the blacklight to and fro as she heard Peter sigh behind her.

"We've already looked everywhere over here. Now is a good time for us to talk."

"Now is a horrible time."

"There's so many things I want to say. Let me just—"

Maria suddenly turned violently around, shining the blacklight in Peter's face.

"Is that why you came along?! To talk to me about our relationship?! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU OR THAT! IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP ME SAVE STILES THAN YOU CAN LEAVE!"

"The stone isn't here, Malia! We've looked! I don't know how I am supposed to help!"

"You can help by shutting up and looking anyway!" Malia said, inching closer to Peter, finding herself getting angrier with each second. She turned around again and kept looking. Peter grabbed her wrist to turn her around before she turned quicker and shoved him away, so much so that he landed on the ground.

"Would you relax?!" Peter asked, giving Malia a dirty look from the floor. She was about to turn around, moving the blacklight with her, before she caught a gleam in the corner of her eye. She turned around again at the source… around Peter's neck.

"What is that?" Malia asked, shining the light over Peter.

"What is what?" Peter asked, feeling his heart beginning to pick up its pace.

"Around your neck… what is that? WHAT IS IT?!"

Peter looked down and saw the very stone they were looking for attached to his necklace. Peters demeanor immediately changed, from confused and angered to guilty.

"Okay.. I know how this looks. I can explain."

Malia suddenly felt sick.

"That's the stone isn't it?"

Malia said, suddenly everything hitting her like a ton of bricks, going back to the events that took place over the course of the previous 12 hours.

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—School Parking Lot—

Lydia, Stiles, and Scott had just been marched out of the school and were headed into the vans waiting outside for them. Scott had just wolfed out when he saw his friends and family running up from the distance. Stiles had just punched Joe and ran to Lydia.

"Scott!" Stiles yelled from the ground beside Lydia, who was looking on at the scene in horror.

"EVERYBODY DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Sheriff Stilinski said as he ran up to the group, a gun in his hand, Agent McCall, Melissa, Derek, Peter, Kira, her parents, and Deaton slowly behind him. Parrish came up behind them as well, his weapon drawn.

Scott immediately went back to normal, feeling confused.

"Something's wrong…" He said quietly to himself.

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"That's why Scott went back to normal after we showed up in the parking lot. And why we couldn't pick up any scent after they took Stiles. You were there for all of that and the stone prevents anyone from shifting…and you had it. You had it this whole time." Malia, said slowly putting the pieces together. She said it more to herself than to Peter. When she finally bought her attention back to him, he was already on his feet.

"I'm sorry."

Maria looked at him, furious. She thought he was apologizing for having the stone but, unfortunately, she was wrong. She wasn't expecting it, but he gave her a swift punch to the side of the head and she fell to the floor, out like a light.

"I can't let you tell anyone about this."

Peter said to Malia's unconscious form before making sure she was okay and taking off. He would find a way to let someone know where she was, but for right now, he had to get out of here.

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