Stiles wakes up to a bright light offered by the open doorway in front of him, the twins, Ethan and Aiden are there, standing in the corner. He tries to ignore them, ignore the way his head throbs, the blurriness in his vision, the floor that keeps spinning sideways. He ignores it all, in favor of concentrating on the words he's spitting out. He knows he's slurring everything out but it's something because at least he can still talk, even with the shit they've been making him breathe. Ethan coughs and turns away, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Aiden. Stiles smiles at that, they think he's stupid. He places his hands on the ground and closes his eyes, orienting himself.

"I'm not an idiot," his stomach flips when he opens his eyes. He knows his words probably sounded more along the lines of 'em na igit' but he continues anyways, "This shit is affecting you too."

"Come again?" Aiden rubs at his temples, clearly annoyed by Stiles' hour long monologue. Ethan clears his throat and glares over at his twin, sufficiently annoyed with both of them.

"Do we really have to do this?" He looks over at Stiles, "He's clearly not going to fall for it." Aiden growls, red eyes glaring in protest as his brother steps closer to Stiles. The wood creaks under the wolf's weight and Stiles, who by the way is about ready to puke, leans his head back against the wall and looks up at the younger twin.

"Listen to him," he mumbles, eyes falling closed again, "he's older than you." Ethan growls lowly before grabbing Stiles' shirt and pulling him up so his head dangles back.

"By two minutes!" he protests loudly. Aiden grabs Ethan and pulls him back, sending Stiles falling back onto the ground. An hour, it's amazing how an hour can feel like a year. Even more so how a year can feel like an hour. He allows himself to open his eyes, squinting up at the arguing brothers before gathering the courage to wave his hand over at them.

"Can you turn off the fumes," his hand moves over towards the fireplace, "It's not good for you and I think we can all agree there's no way I'm going to over power two alphas." He blinks slowly, opening his eyes wide enough to clear some of the blurriness. Aiden growls angrily before shutting the door to the fireplace, while Ethan opens a window and turns on a fan. It's enough of a win that Stiles decides he can keep talking because really, they deserve to be annoyed for the all shit they've pumped into him.

"Thank god," Ethan sighs glancing now and then again over at Aiden, who looks relieved in spite of himself. Stiles repositions himself and looks over at them, squinting momentarily before opening his mouth.

"So who's the stupid idiot that decided kidnapping the sheriff's son would be the smartest plan ever?" he coughs out the last word, sending his brain flying into the front of his skull. There's a loud shrieking sound, like a jail door being slid open, followed by a series of foot steps. Ethan and Aiden stiffen, eyes glowing momentarily before the silhouette of, whom Stiles imagines is, Gerard shows up. The old man limps into the room, hands shaking. Stiles catches the red stain of blood on his handkerchief as Gerard slips it into his pocket before approaching him, acting like he has more power than the alphas who surround him. His headache subsides enough for him to sit up and pull at the ties around his wrists, overkill much?

"You're going to help us," Gerard clears his throat, limping forward, "or we'll kill your friends too."

"Too?" he quirks his head to the side, "who are you going to kill?" His heart spikes up because he already knows the answer. Who else has Gerard been trying to kill? Derek. It all comes back to him doesn't it? The alpha whose only chance at a normal life was stripped from him, leaving him too broken to let Stiles into his heart, simply because he was a werewolf. Gerard grunts him out of his thoughts.

"Derek of course," he pops a pill into his mouth, these look more like herbs, most likely a quick remedy to remove the remaining traces of mountain ash from his corpse of a body. He looks wrecked, now that Stiles is paying attention. And he hopes that mean Derek will kill him no problem, or Scott. It's more likely Scott, he thinks momentarily before changing his mind and thinking of Isaac. The beta could do it, he hopes. Or maybe Chris Argent, the guy tried to kill his dad once, he can try again. "He's not fit to be an alpha."

"And you are?" Gerard smiles, but it's gone in less than a second, his eyes flashing a bright yellow. Ethan and Aiden react in the same way, silence filling the room as if a gun had been shot scaring them all half to death. The shewolf from before runs into the room, teeth elongated, eyes glowing and ears sharp. She's panting, either from anger or fear, maybe both. Whatever the reason, Stiles doesn't really care because chances are this is the part were the bad guys decide to kill the weak, pathetic human.

"You said he wouldn't risk it," she growls, throwing Gerard into the wall. He seems less than impressed, "You lied to me." Her voice grows deep, Ethan and Aiden inch towards the doorway debating whether or not to leave. The male wolf that'd been with her, Stiles really needs to figure out their names, barges in and pulls her away from Gerard.

"He won't win," he growls but shewolf's eyes stay glued to the ex-hunter, "He's out numbered." Stiles looks over at Ethan and Aiden, they're not paying attention. He turns to look down the hallway, eyes landing on a old, wooden door shaking in its spot. It's a long shot, he knows it is. But it's something. He slides up slowly, the intense squabbling between the two alphas serving as a perfect distraction for his attempt to escape. He gets his balance and doesn't bother to look over at the wolves before slowly stepping into the hallway and walking backward.

"Where is he?" Aiden growls, sending Stiles off in a sprint towards the door, head spinning. He can't make it far, he knows, but he can yell and hope someone will hear him. There's a stampede of foot steps behind him, his legs drag more than they usually do as his hands reach out to grab the knob on the door. He throws his weight onto the door, turning the knob. It flies open, nearly sending him face first into the ground. He lets his head spin, forcing his feet forward as his lungs fill with a cool fresh air that burns his lungs. He dares a glance backwards, his face meeting a sharp pair of claws. He jumps back, feet tripping over themselves in an attempt to get away. The wolf falls on top of him and into a pile of sharp edged leaves with red pellets, strangely familiar to mistletoe. He kicks it away from him and jumps up, seeing Ethan and the shewolf not to far away. They could cover the distance between them in a second, but they want a nice chase so they won't, not yet anyway. Stiles makes an attempt to run while stripping off the flannel he has, biting at the buttons and spitting them out as he runs, a trail of bread crumbs. He balls up his shirt and throws it into a tree, just as a pair of claws dig themselves into his back. He screams, louder than he really feels the need to, hoping someone will hear it. His back feels warm suddenly, and wet.

"Damn it," he hears someone curse under their breath. There's a crunch of leaves before his shirt is being torn off.

"Hale might of considered creating a treaty before," Gerard's raspy voice announces, "but after this you might as well consider yourselves dead." Stiles allows himself to look up at the sociopath, regretting it the instant his eyes land on the smile of faux teeth. His stomach churns and he manages to push himself up enough to throw up. Usually, when you're sick, throwing up makes you feel better afterwards. It's the exact opposite effect for him, he pukes again and again until only acid spit burns its way out of his mouth. He's all too thankful when Aiden manhandles him over his shoulder, eyes falling closed as they stumble back towards the dark house. He notices absent mindedly, that the wolf struts around the mistletoe looking plant. He fake gags, gathering inspiration from the pungent smell of his breath, so the wolf has no choice but to set him down. He grips some of the plant and places it in his pocket as he coughs up spit. Gerard pauses before him with a growl before reaching down and pulling up by his exposed arm. His back stings as his muscles flex, body becoming feverish with each breath. He's not sure how he's still awake. Any normal human being would be dead already.

"You're not just human," Ethan whispers, "You're an alpha's mate," he grabs Stiles' other arm, "You are his mate aren't you?" Stiles stops walking and takes a good look at the wolf. He's nosey, no doubt about that, but Stiles has no reason to lie. He shakes his head lightly.

"No," his voice is weak and he's pretty sure hurling everything he's eaten in less than ten minutes is not good for his vocal chords or any part of his digestive system. Ethan seems confused about that, like it's entirely impossible for Derek to wage a war over someone who saved his life several times. "He owes me one though so don't think that means that you won't get killed for this." He blinks and everything starts doing black. He head feels like, as if the devil were trying to pull his soul out of his body. He lets himself fall, not willing to put up with the pain of walking. Ethan is at his side immediately, the only decent alpha in the pack, he thinks.

"He can walk," Gerard grumbles from behind, "We're almost there." Ethan scoffs before pulling one of Stiles' arms over his shoulder and holding him to his side. Dragging doesn't really describe what he does; it's more like he's holding Stiles to his waist so Stiles' feet graze lightly over ground, kicking a few rocks as the wolf walks. It takes a while, but Stiles notices the faint sound of a river in the distance. He's pulled into the house, this time though, they put him in one of the metal door rooms. Ethan drops him slowly onto the ground. He's careful with him, in way none of the others are and maybe that has to do with the fact that the wolf just clawed his back, but Stiles wants to pretend that he cares.

"What happened to those two?" Gerard's voice flutters into the room and Stiles would very much like to be the one to kill that bastard. Aiden chuckles from the doorway, looking at a spot behind Ethan. Stiles tries to look past him but he doesn't have X-Ray vision, Batman's one flaw. If he's Batman, his brain quips, then this must be The Dark Night Rises because Stiles is currently failing to escape, back wound and all. Derek's his catwoman right? Or er, catman, wolfman really. Scott is Alfred, Deaton can be Gordon and Isaac can be Robin or Lydia. Peter's the joker, without a doubt. Who's bane then? Oh crap, who's Miranda?

"Strays don't get far without a pack," Ethan whispers, guilt in his eyes as he stares down at Stiles. He doesn't understand why the wolf has this sudden change in attitude but he's not about to question it.

"Derek was a fool to let them leave," Aiden chuckles, leaning against the wall. Stiles has to beg Ethan with his eyes to move. He needs to know how bad it is. Then again, he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to see the damage they've done. Not like this, not ever. He didn't want to see his pack injured. But Ethan gets it and nods, slowly moving away.

Stiles understands now why Ethan felt so guilty, as Erica's lifeless eyes stare blankly at him. She blinks a few times but no light reaches her face where it lays resting on Boyd's shoulder. It hurts him just to see her, imagine knowing you're the reason she's like this. A burst of anger surges through him, how could they do this? Ethan reappears in his sight, guilt still in his face. If he wants forgiveness, he won't get it from Stiles.

"Let's put them out of their misery," Gerard takes a step into the room and Stiles' heart spikes up. He rolls to his side and makes a futile attempt to crawl over to the betas and defend them. Ethan places a firm hand on his arm and pins him to the ground.

"Take them to another room," he growls up at the old man. Gerard looks back at Aiden, who shakes his head and steps into the room like a mercenary ready to finish up a job.

"No fun without an audience," the older twin grabs Erica's leather jacket and pushes her to the ground a few feet from Stiles. She blinks, eyes never once moving away from Stiles'. He thinks he sees the rebellious spark that made him hate her, before Aiden digs his claws into her side. She wines, if only be instinct, but makes no attempt to stop the alpha from continuing his attack. Boyd lets out a whimper Stiles supposes would be a growl if the beta had the heart to do so.

"Asshole," Boyd grits out. Stiles turns his attention to the beta just in time to see him receive the same beating Stiles had on the way here. Gerard's strength has increased immensely and Stiles never knew he could hate Scott, but here he is, cursing his best friend for giving the asshole the bite. He wonders momentarily why Gerard didn't become an abomination like Jackson had, before Erica's whines bring him back to the reality before him. Aiden claws relentlessly into Erica's back and Stiles begins to feel sick again. His feverish symptoms come back, stomach ready to empty acid without much of a trial. He tries not to look at Erica, to block out the crunching noise of Gerard's fist breaking in Boyd's skull. But his eyes are glued to the blonde and he can't block out the noise that seems to echo in the room.

"Stop," he cries, "I'll do anything just stop." His eyes burn with tears threatening to spill, Erica's hair is dyed red with her blood and Boyd's face is. He can't look. He heard the breaking of bones, the tear of skin and knows that the beta will bleed to death before healing. Erica's not better, alpha wounds take longer. He should have spoken sooner but his mouth refused to function, shock forcing him to remain silent. Aiden nods sympathetically before grabbing Erica's jaw and pulling it towards him, snapping her neck in the process. He closes his eyes, trying to erase the image from his mind. But a loud wheezing sound pries his eyes open. Boyd's demolished skull lays over the dead wolf's body, flesh hanging off his skull. He can't hold it in anymore. His vision blurs and he breaks down crying, loud sobs escaping his mouth as his body shivers. He can't take it anymore. He doesn't want to see people die anymore. He's sick of feeling weak and useless. His eyes stare at the alpha preparing to kill Boyd before him, body protesting any movement. Ethan lets his arm go as Aiden shreds out Boyd's neck, splattering blood onto Stiles' face. He doesn't wince or close his eyes. He keeps them open, staring at Boyd and Erica before turning to look up at Aiden and Gerard. "I'm going to rip your throats out," his voice is shaky, "but first I'm going to make you pay for this," he glares up at them, "for killing my pack."

"You're not the alpha's mate," Aiden crouches down next to Ethan, "you're not pack."

"Tell that to Derek," Gerard steps forward, "If you live long enough," he spits up at the wolf, hitting him in the eye. Aiden snaps and goes to attack him bet Gerard holds him back. "Listen to your alpha," Aiden punches the side of his face. It's not enough to knock him out, but it makes him want to. He's not sure what time it is, but by tomorrow morning Aiden will be dead. He's sure of it, more than he is about whether or not he'll die. The last thing he sees before he closes his eyes is Erica and Boyd, lying together on the ground. He's not sure how he could have missed it before, but they're holding hands.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I did say I might include character death so nobody get mad okay? I've rewritten this like twenty times, each extremely different and I settled with this one because it was the most informative filler chapter and there will only be like three or four more chapters so I wanted to do these deaths now and get them out of the way. Sounds harsh but it's my life rn. Next chapter is the rescue/war scene! More people might die or not, maybe Gerard lives… O.o

Please Review, I know I'm bad at updating but I do love reading reviews. Even if its 'Boo! They shouldn't have died'