Chapter Eleven
Severed
Author's Note: I haven't been updating this as much as I'd like. I've been busy, with things on my mind. During that time however, I've come up with some ways I'll be expanding the story plot.
To tease a little- Stiles will begin to find things out. Liam will be surprised by a stranger that seems to know him.
Peter must decide if things change, or are doomed to repeat...
There will be more about Allison- and Scott's anchor moment is coming at full moon!
You don't want to miss the way the plot is about to explode...
Stiles tried to fight screaming. He tried to tell himself the stranger could kill his dad at any time- and he also didn't want to fall asleep from boredom!
That set his mind to rushing for a way of escape...
He experimentally rolled over. It was the only movement he could make really, with his arms and feet tied up.
No sound outside the door. That was really good...
Stiles rolled across the closet floor, using what little space there was. He needed to find a way to escape without the stranger knowing. He didn't want to take the chance of anything happening to his dad!
Finally, his hands bumped against something. He couldn't be sure what it was. The closet was still pitch black.
Stiles rolled with his bound up body until whatever the object was could hit the rope binding his hands.
He began to move the rope back and forth across the unknown surface. He hoped to the gods this would work!
He made the sawing motion for five minutes, but he couldn't give up. Finally- ten minutes had passed...
Whatever the object was couldn't slice through the ropes.
Stiles fought the urge to groan with frustration. His mind went back to rushing.
Whenever his mind rushed- his ADHD brain was prone to get stuck on any little detail from his life...
He remembered the beach house. Then he recalled the ocean the night before.
The presence of his mother seemed to return again, but it was a phantom memory...
"Please mother," he whispered.
He couldn't be sure since he'd been in the dark so long- but he thought water was hitting his wrists from somewhere.
Was this really happening? He couldn't see, so he wasn't sure.
The human brain does funny things without the faculty of sight...
The water seemed to be a small leak. The ropes binding his hands at the wrists seemed to bulge.
Had he just felt them snap?
Stiles was overjoyed when he realized it was true! He was moving his hands again...
He quickly, but very quietly undid the ropes binding his feet. With the quietness of a mouse he managed to stand up.
He pressed his ear against the closet door. All he heard beyond was total silence...
Then he very carefully tried the doorknob. It was odd to see the light of the bedroom. How long had he been in darkness?
He noted that it was dark outside. The window was slightly cracked open. He also heard sounds from somewhere below him. People walking...
Stiles would have to hope again that he wasn't endangering his dad, as he quietly crept from the bedroom into a second floor landing.
There was another door directly across. The landing was very narrow, with spiral stairs descending downward...
"It does look delicious," Laura's familiar voice said.
"All for you," an unknown male voice practically purred. "I know I've been absent lately. I apologize. You and Derek are always my family..."
Stiles's heart accelerated with nervousness. This wasn't a large apartment at all. Yet he could now be certain of one great thing:
His dad wasn't here!
"Dig in," the man's voice encouraged.
"This better not burn my tongue," Derek's familiar voice seemed to complain.
Stiles didn't know what sent him into action then. Only that none of this seemed right...
"No!" he shouted, stepping out onto the spiral staircase. "Derek! Laura! Don't eat it..."
Laura looked shocked, while Derek was giving an accusing glare to the other man- clearly Stiles's captor.
"Alright," the man said amusedly, as though this were a game he was playing. "You caught me..."
Then he pulled a gun from under the table and fired two shots.
The first thing Stiles realized was he wasn't dead. Derek wasn't dead. He looked alert and beyond belief.
Laura released a gasp and collapsed. The man turned the gun toward Stiles.
"Do not make a move," he said, fixing Derek with a serious look. "I advise you Derek. This human's life means nothing to me..."
"You've been planning this from the beginning!" Derek accused.
"Guilty nephew," the man said with a grin. "Guilty..."
(Argent compound/abandoned warehouse)
Scott could only watch as the blade came closer. The terrible swoosh of it swinging back and forth.
He was sure this was it for him. He was going to die...
Nearby, Lydia and Jackson were still tied up in the back of the van Kate had driven them in.
Lydia was trying to turn her arms and press her fingers together any which way- trying to get herself free...
Jackson's eyes were wide with rapt attention.
They hadn't heard any of Kate's men in a long time. Maybe they'd been left here?
(Argent cabin)
Gerard smiled and poured wine into two glasses. He handed one to Kate.
"No need to watch the ugly business," he remarked cheerfully. "We'll go back in an hour from now, and the creature will be dead!"
Kate sipped at her wine and smiled deviously.
"No one knows we brought them there," she laughed lightly. "Not even a soul. Allison is out with that friend of theirs: Liam. Neither of them any the wiser!"
Gerard sighed contently and took a healthy swig of wine. He reached for the bottle again...
(Hale loft)
Stiles saw his life literally before his eyes with every second the gun stayed pointed in his direction!
The man he didn't recognize began pacing the room around Laura's limp form.
"Any second now," he teased, giving Derek an ugly leer of triumph. "I'll become the alpha!"
"Mother warned me not to trust you!" Derek spat. "She warned me a long time ago Peter! Always keep two eyes on you..."
"Should've listened," Peter taunted. "Too late now!"
Laura gave a mighty exhale and tried to move her arm.
Peter's eyes widened in fury that her body was clearly resisting the wolfsbane.
He shifted the gun again to shoot her, and Derek took his chance. He lunged and knocked Peter off his feet.
He searched frantically for where the gun had gone. He couldn't let his uncle find it again first...
"Derek!" Stiles shouted suddenly.
Derek's gaze jerked toward the loft door. Sneaky son of a...
His Uncle Peter was supporting Laura's limp body in one arm, while aiming a gun at her temple with the other.
"Didn't think I'd come with only one gun," Peter chuckled. "Did ya Derek?"
Derek looked absolutely furious. Laura drew in a rattling breath.
"I advise you not to move," he purred. "I'll blow her brains out right here!"
Derek gasped, as tears began in his eyes.
"How could you!?" he accused. "You would hurt me like this?"
Peter rolled his eyes.
"That's your problem Derek," he said with a sigh. "Always too gentle. Too human. You make me sick!"
Then Peter was out the door with Laura flung over his shoulder.
"No!" Derek roared.
Peter looked behind him and raised the gun to Laura's temple again.
"I'll shoot Derek!" he shouted, stepping into the rooftop elevator. "I'll shoot..."
Derek sank to the floor in defeat and pounded it with his fist, as tears poured down his face.
"Derek," Stiles whispered, reaching for his shoulder.
Derek froze, but he didn't make the human stop.
"He's going to kill her!" he exclaimed brokenly. "She's all I have left..."
Stiles fought down the pain and began searching around. He could have sworn he'd seen something go flying.
It had been when Derek tackled Peter...
He reached under an armchair and retrieved it. It was a cell phone.
"Derek," he spoke.
Derek looked at him with a look that dared to hope. Stiles showed him the cell phone and started to check it.
"There might be a clue where he'd take her," he suggested.
Then Stiles's face froze when he checked the phone's texts. He realized he was holding his phone...
He read Scott's last message about being caught and sprinted for the loft door, but Derek caught his arm.
"Let me go!" Stiles insisted.
"What is it Stiles?" Derek pressed. "You can go- but what is it?"
"Scott is caught," Stiles whispered fearfully. "Your uncle was texting him with my phone. He was trying to bring him here..."
Derek looked as though he'd just understood something.
"Hunters," he said simply.
"Where?" Stiles pleaded. "Please Derek..."
Derek tried to contain his worry for Laura, and his anger at Stiles grilling him right then. He knew that Stiles was just worried about Scott...
"I have a hunch," he said, managing to keep his voice even. "It might be wrong. I know of a place near here..."
Stiles dared to look hopeful.
"Come on," Derek said, heading for the door.
"Derek," Stiles blurted.
Derek paused.
"Yes?" he asked bluntly, back turned to Stiles.
"Thank you," he said. "I know you're worried about Laura. I have no right to..."
"Stiles," Derek spat. "There's nothing I can do about my sister. I don't know where he's taken her. If I stay here- I'll go insane. Do you want my help rescuing Scott?"
Stiles didn't need further convincing. He was after Derek and out the door at a dash.
(Argent compound)
Scott felt panic flood him.
The swinging blade had to be just five minutes away from slicing him in half now. It was so close!
Maybe even less...
The swoosh of the blade seemed like the countdown to his own death now.
Scott forced his eyes closed and waited. He couldn't watch it happen...
Was anyone going to rescue him?
"Scott!" a very familiar voice shouted.
"Stiles!" Scott exclaimed frantically, and his eyes flew open.
"I can't remove these," Stiles said frantically, fiddling with the handcuffs.
"I think I can," Derek said, stepping out of the shadows. "They don't look like the lock is complicated..."
He removed a simple hair pin from his jeans pocket, and Stiles resisted the urge to laugh at that old trick.
Derek stuck the hairpin into the cuffs lock and twisted it for several seconds.
Finally, there was a click and Scott was able to get his hands free.
Derek got to work on the foot cuffs.
Soon Scott was on his feet and hugging Stiles gratefully.
"You saved me!" he whispered into Stiles's shoulder.
"I'll always save you Scott," Stiles replied affectionately.
Derek cleared his throat.
"Now we've got to save my sister!"
Scott and Stiles both nodded.
Soon they were back in the parking lot. Scott paused when they passed a single van that was parked.
"Wait," he said, thinking of something suddenly. "Lydia and Jackson were in that van with me!"
Derek was glad to find the cab door unlocked. The hunters hadn't been too thorough. They must have been sure no one would find this place...
Soon Lydia and Jackson were untied and loaded into the back seat of Derek's Camaro with Stiles.
Scott was in the front, listening to Derek recount everything that had happened at the loft.
"I just knew I had to act," Derek finished, glancing sidelong at Scott. "If she's still alive than maybe I can rescue her!"
"Yeah," Stiles said strangely. "I wonder about that. Don't you think if Peter could kill her- he would have done that? Instead he took her..."
Derek remained silent at Stiles's suggestion. He'd thought it himself. He didn't want to give his uncle that kind of benefit of the doubt.
Right now Derek hated him...
(To be continued...)
Next up- season finale!
Da, da, dummm...
This is another universe, so unlike the MTV version- there will be a Season 1B!