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Chapter 11

His head throbbed; the pain just wouldn't go away. He could barely open his eyes but his instincts were going at an overdrive. His stomach was tingling like crazy and he had Goosebumps, as if someone was staring at him and was very close. Stiles wrenched his eyes open and felt his heart flip. Then he gave a strangled sigh of relief. Scott was bent over him, carefully peeling off the gag over his mouth. The moment the gag was off Stiles opened his mouth urgently but Scott put a finger to his lips signalling that the rest of the pack was around and that they needed to make the exit quietly. Stiles gulped as Scott quickly set down to open the bonds around his raw and bleeding wrists and ankles.

"Don't tell me you let John Walsh go!" Stiles whispered.

"We're trying not to. Derek is negotiating your release right now. Once I get you out, they will capture both Walsh and his son," Scott replied, easing off the bonds and then slowly helping Stiles to his feet. Stiles stumbled once but his best friend didn't let him go and carried half his weight as he felt the blood rush to his legs. He took another step forward and then another.

"So the plan is everyone pretends it's a hostage negotiation but you sneak me out and then go ballistic on the Walsh's?" Stiles asked, trying to get his facts straight.

Scott nodded, giving his friend a dimpled smile.

Stiles concentrated on taking the next step forward.

"The plan seems to be working," he remarked.

"I don't think so," sniggered a voice up front. The two boys looked up to see Jason and John, standing there, Isaac and Derek were struggling against two other men, who seemed to have overpowered them. On a closer look Scott realised that the men held tasers, effectively leaving the werewolves in the throes of electric current, pain and pretty much powerless.

Jason looked around at the small group and laughed.

"You really thought we wouldn't see this?" he asked incredulously, "Just how stupid do you think we are?"

Derek let out a loud growl but it turned into a shriek of pain as the man behind him pressed the taser into his back and held it there, cruelly, until Derek fell down on his knees.

John shook his head. "Where are the twins? In hiding?"

Jason looked at his father and frowned, "They just don't die, do they? They are like cockroaches!"

Stiles looked around the empty warehouse and felt his heart sink. The Walshes had back up and things did seem very bleak for them. But his head whipped around when another familiar voice echoed across the large room.

"We could say the same about you!" Ethan stepped out of the shadows, his face set with determination, shoulders squared, and eyes glowing an unforgiving blue.

"It would have saved us a lot of trouble if you had just stayed dead, Jason!" echoed Aiden, as he fell into step with his brother, like a mirror image.

John's cold eyes fixed on them but it was Jason who caught Stiles's eye. Stiles felt cold shivers down his spine when he saw the look Jason gave the twins. Jason was smirking, his eyes cold but jubilant, manic. Then he laughed; a sound that made Scott's stomach churn.

"I am impressed!" Jason said loudly with a clap of his hands, "you do have some nerve!"

"You're about to find out just how much!" Derek said at the same moment as Ethan threw a tear gas canister towards the hunters. The hunters, caught unawares, scattered letting Isaac and Derek out of their grip. Ethan, Aiden, Isaac and Derek took only seconds to re- group and were ready for combat. Scott had steered Stiles away from the gas and as the slight teenage panted, his back resting against a pillar, he looked at his best friend.

"What was that?" he asked, slightly shaken but impressed.

Scott shrugged, "Plan B!"

The fight wasn't over yet. Isaac had a gash across his knee where a small knife had been. He had screamed in pain but when he remembered the story he had heard about Jason, he simply pulled the knife out and threw it with all his force towards the young hunter. Jason saw the knife and dodged but it still caught him slightly, nicking his arm. Jason pulled out his long dagger and squared off as Isaac took a roundhouse on him. Jason dodged and threw a sweep at his midriff but failed to break the skin. Isaac had seen it coming and used that as an opportunity to viciously kick Jason just below the knee, eliciting a shrill shout from the hunter. Derek had his hands full as he and Scott tried to tackle the two hunters Jason had brought with him. The task proved to be easier said than done because as soon as the fighting started, three more hunters appeared out of nowhere. It seemed like they weren't the only one with concealed resources.

One of them swiftly kicked Scott so hard, that the wolf smashed into the wall behind him. The hunter threw another punch at the alpha but Scott, moved away, just inched from his fist. The hunter wore a modified knuckle duster with spikes in it and with the force that he brought it down on Scott, it actually broke away pieces of cement from the wall! Scott grabbed him around the middle and toppled him, smashing his elbow into the man's chest. The hunter yelled but he had his own hand around Scott's neck in a second and pulled him into a head lock.

Derek had found a long iron rod, which he wielded menacingly. He plunged at the two hunters who had tased him and carefully dodged their daggers. The hunters came at him from both sides. Derek stood biding him time and shifted right at the last second, leading them both to crash into each other. Taking that sliver of chance, Derek slid the rod across the floor, hitting one of them in the ankle, and probably breaking it. The other one flew at him but Derek threw him back with a string sweep of his claws. Then he looked around to see Scott, near choking in a head lock. He quickly went over and wrenched him free. Scott jumped up, relieved of this assistance and slammed his foot into the hunter's face, knocking him out. Isaac was having better luck with the fourth member as the guy was not nearly as skilled as his partners. Within minutes Isaac had the hunter down and jabbed him with the taser, smirking at the poetic justice. Jason had by then, turned his attention towards Ethan. John was already busy riling Aiden.

Jason turned his attention towards Aiden but found his way being guarded by a very angry Ethan. The young hunter smirked. He twirled the long dagger between his fingers and then, without a warning, made a swipe at the wolf. In a fluid movement, the dagger, sliced through the right side of his stomach. Ethan fell to his knees with a yell. Aiden, hearing his brother is pain, turned and for a minute forgot the he himself was under attack. John took that chance and slammed his knife in between Aiden's shoulder blades, making the boy let out a pained screech. Ethan opened his eyes, and through the tears of pain saw Jason laughing. From the edges of his vision, he could see his brother desperately trying to fend off John, with a small blade sticking out of his back.

"Ready to give up?" Jason poked, evidently enjoying himself.

Ethan growled, "Never!"

He jumped up, ignoring the searing pain in his stomach; he smashed his elbow into Jason's head. The hunter cried out and moved out of the way as Ethan in a smart flying roundhouse tackled John to the ground. Aiden scrambled to his feet and caught the recovering Jason with a punch in the gut.

John suddenly caught Ethan with a punch under his chin, and looking around realised that his team was slowly losing this battle. He could see that the wolves were injured but he has no delusions as to their own ability and he rounded up on Ethan one final time. He kicked the wolf, who was already reeling on the ground and sent his head spinning and then called out to his son.

Aiden saw the father-son duo move quickly towards the exit. He crawled over to his brother, pain radiating from his wounds, head spinning from the loss of blood. Ethan's face was swollen on one side and he weakly got to his feet with Aiden's help. The pack realised that both the twins were bleeding profusely but letting the Walshes walk free was not an option. Stiles being closest to the door, dashed out after them, having picked up the rod which Derek had dropped. The five wolves sprinted after him.

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