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Stiles's ears heard the wild thumping of his heart as they pulled into the driveway.

"We...uh had to burn it so the neighbor's wouldn't smell them." Scott said in barely a whisper but Stiles's new werewolf hearing heard it just fine. The house indeed was severely burned, but he could still smell it underneath all the soot and ash. Their smell, he hadn't even realized as a human what their smells had been but as werewolf he did. He could also smell blood lot of old blood, his blood.

"We can go...we should go." Scott said. Stiles shook his head.

"It's the only way." he said and opened his door slowly. He made his way up the driveway and paused at the first part of the burned building then stepped into it. The smell was overpowering but he focused on the smell rather then the memories. This was a bad idea cropped up in his head again and become his only thought. This is a bad idea...this is a bad idea. It played in his head like it was a song on repeat. He didn't like this...he should leave, yet, he found his body frozen.

He heard echoes of his cries from the beginning, back when he couldn't stop himself from doing so. He gasped as he felt himself unable to breathe as memories started closing on him, memories he didn't want to remember.

"Please stop! I didn't do anything!" he heard himself cry.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry just tell me what I can do to make you stop!" he heard himself screaming in pain. He broke out of his trance as he realized that his stomach was rebelling against the minor amount of food that he had ate. He ran out of the burnt house not realizing until he was out that he was in the backyard instead of the front yard. He barely had time to register that before his stomach refused to the keep the minor amount of food he had eaten in his stomach anymore.

He found himself on his hand and knees and felt the burn in his throat, although it wasn't as bad as it had been before. He he sat back on his legs for a long moment just breathing and heard footsteps from behind him. He could smell them now and knew just by smell that Derek, Issac and Scott were behind him. He heard one of them step forward and knew it was Scott. Scott slowly stepped over the him and got into his view.

"If you want to talk about it I'm all ears." Stiles could hear Scott heartbeat as well which was going faster then normal. Stiles felt tears streaming down his checks and saw Scott going blurry. Stiles pulled himself into a cross legged position. He could smell all three of them, the smell of their burned rotted corpse, but really the smell of them before that which permeated the entire place. He turned to Scott.

"How did they die?" Scott may have told him, but whenever Scott had started talking about this or trying to get him to talk before Stiles tended to tune Scott out.

"I killed them and I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Scott said adamantly and Stiles nodded. He climbed up slowly to his feet and looked around the backyard. It was a normal looking backyard with lounge chairs, a grill and even a pool. It looked like a normal house, not like they had a kid locked up in their basement that they treated worse they would have a dog, just because his father had done his job. The normalness seemed to make the entire thing even worse. He didn't want to cry anymore but he didn't want to hide completely, so he figured a good compromise was letting his wolf take over somewhat, if only for a little bit.

Scott's POV

Stiles eyes flashed gold and his claws came out. Scott tensed and wondered if Stiles was going to be violent or not. However Stiles just seemed to sniff in their direction and then turn around and started moving. Scott looked to Derek and saw Issac doing the same.

"Is this...is this normal?"

"I don't know," Derek said with a shrug and stared following Stiles. Scott and Issac used a little of their werewolf speed to catch up since Stiles was only going at human speed at the moment. Stiles had moved into a different room and was sniffing loudly again, he was looking for something, although who knew what Stiles's wolf was looking for. Stiles started moving slowly again and Scott stopped momentarily realizing where Stiles was heading, it had taken him this long to figure it out because the last he had been inside these walls he had been setting fire to it.

"He's going to where they kept him." Scott said aloud. Derek and Issac turned to him but Stiles just ignored him and continued sniffing around.

"Should we try to snap him out of it?" Scott asked. He was worried about the damage to Stiles mind if they went into the room where the events that had caused him withdraw in his mind had happened in the first place. Derek paused for a long moment then said.

"Let's let it play out a little longer." Derek answered. Scott hoped he was right, he didn't want to deal with another 3 weeks of Stiles staring right through him. He was also pretty sure that wasn't a very healthy state of mind to be in. He followed Stiles into the room and watched Stiles golden eyes stare around the room unblinking. He really wished at the moment he could read minds, that way he was know if he should be getting Stiles out of here or if this was helpful. He kind of doubted this was helpful. How in the world could it be?

Stiles slowly made his way to the one of the walls ash covered walls and put the palm of his hand on the wall. He run his hand lightly down the wall, Scott felt like throwing up too as some of the ash was removed and Scott found himself staring at two letters and knew what that meant. It was the letters from his nightmare. He worked hard for a long moment to avoid throwing up, then focused back on Stiles. Stiles was brushing off the rest of the ash off the wall, some spots on the wall were burned off, leaving only a few odd letters but Scott was well aware of what it used to say.

Dad will save me

Scott will save me

Scott and Dad will save me.

I'll be home soon.

Stiles then used started slashing at the remaining letters with his claws. He slashed them again and again and again until if Scott hadn't already known the words that used to be there he wouldn't have any idea now. Scott stepped forward without even realizing it, Stiles was his best friend he wanted to help him. Stiles kept slashing and slashing at the words even though he was getting more into the wall at this point then anything else. At the rate he was going he was going to claw his way through the wall. Which was probably okay because he doubted that the electrical in this place was still on, so there was probably no risk of electrical shock. He caught sight of Stiles claws the fleshy part of his claws were bleeding. He wanted to go to him to hug him, or to make him stop slashing at the wall but he didn't. Stiles fingers would heal and he had a feeling that this was very important for Stiles. so he didn't pull Stiles away and instead watched him dig deeper and deeper into the wall. He instead felt a few tears slipping down his checks as he watched the scene in front of him.

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