Old Plots and New Friends (AKA Part II)
Chris paced back and forth in the small room while Stiles watched with growing panic as the yellow liquid slowly mixed with the saline solution and started to work its way down the tubing. He could tell that it was working its way into his system because his arm, once twisting franticly against his bindings, suddenly started to go limp.
His chest filled with panic making his heart race. There was no way Derek would find him in time, no escape, just the slow drip of death entering his veins. Tears burned his eyes and he bit his lip to keep the sob from slipping past his lips. He wouldn't give the bastard the pleasure of seeing him beg.
With a scream of rage, Chris slammed his fist into the wall leaving a smear of blood where the rough plaster broke the skin of his knuckles. Snarling the doctor turned to knock off the vials and supplies along the counter before stalking to Stiles' side.
"I've spent my career looking for ways to overthrow the wolves with as little blood shed as possible and they throw it all away." Chris reached out and twisted the tubing shut, kinking it so that the flow of liquid stopped as he pulled the IV out of Stiles' arm.
The doctor unbuckled the restraints that held down Stiles' arms and legs and helped him to his feet. Stiles wobbled unsteadily for a moment feeling like his entire body had fallen asleep.
"Don't worry. You didn't get enough to do any lasting harm but you will feel weak for the next few hours."
"Thanks." Stiles didn't quite know what to say to the evil scientist slash hero of the day so he just kept it as simple as possible.
They both stumbled through the door and straight into the line of sight of a large gun held by a very pissed off looking Victoria Argent. "I always knew you were weak Chris. You never had the vision that your father and sister possessed. I was hoping that you would do the right thing but once again I am disappointed in your lack of commitment to the cause."
She backed them up until they were pressed against the far wall. Lifting what looked like a car fob off a hook she blew a kiss to her husband. "I'm sure Gerard will be upset by your death but the Argents are known for sacrificing their own blood for the cause."
Stepping back, her gun never wavering, she flicked the latch upward on the young wolf's cage as she left. "This is Kate's newest creation. All the turned betas have been dosed with it at this point. We were just waiting for a chance to test it effectiveness."
Scott was making his way to the end of the cage as Victoria reached the door. Holding the fob toward Scott she pressed the single button on its surface and then shut the door, the metal bang bouncing through the room as she lowered the bar locking them inside.
"Great! She locked us in. Do you have a cell phone or something? I can have someone here in no time to let us out. I'm sure if you come clean with the Pack about your involvement in all of this they will give you a light sentence." Stiles looked at the blank stare on Chris' face and tugged gently on his arm to get his attention. "You didn't want anyone to die. Give me your phone so we can stop them before innocent people are killed today."
"I don't think we have time to make a phone call." Stiles followed Chris' stare to find Scott huddled on the floor just outside his cage. The young wolf was twitching and pulling at his hair. "We need to move back into the office and bar the door. Quickly."
Two steps sideways and another dozen to the door and Scott's head shot up, his eyes a blaze of fiery amber. With a cry Chris shoved Stiles toward the door as fast as his drugged legs would carry him, throwing the door closed and latched just seconds before Scott rammed into it, denting the metal and shaking plaster loose from around the frame.
Stiles pushed the metal table against the door while Chris fished around in his pocket before pulling out a cell phone. "Here," he called tossing the phone in a gentle overhand to Stiles. "Call your pack. Maybe they will get here before he tears down the door and eats us."
Derek answered on the first ring. "Thank God, Stiles. Where are you?" Stiles could hear the chanting of voices raised in anger on Derek's side of the line as he repeated the address that Chris called out. "I'm on my way."
"Derek!" Stiles cried thinking that he was too late and his mate had already hung up the phone. "Derek, I love you."
There was silence for a second, just long enough that Stiles knew he had missed his chance and then, "I love you too, Stiles. I'm coming. Stay safe." It was as if his heart could finally relax, the fist that clinched around it loosening and falling away.
"How sweet. Now get over here and help me hold this against the door or you mate will find nothing but a bloody smear when he gets here." Together they held the table pressed against the door but with Scott's strength crashing into the door from the other side the frame itself was starting to give way.
The outline of the giant bolt, at least four inches long, could be seen in the plaster of the wall as it worked its way loose. The door hinges warped and twisted under the constant assault from the werewolf on the other side.
"What the hell did she do to him?"
"It's a new serum. When activated it increases their aggression levels while blocking parts of their neural pathways in their brain."
"So basically it turns them into crazed attack werewolves?"
"In layman's terms, yes."
"And your sister plans on activating this in the turned betas out there? The same betas that patrol the streets where hundreds of unarmed humans work and shop? Do you know how many people could be killed?"
"Yes! Why do you think I'm trying to help you? They've all lost their way, choosing a quick path to freedom filled with the blood of innocent people over a plan that would take longer but would end with a bloodless coup in the end."
The door flew inward, crashing down upon them. The metal table that they had braced against the door tilted over with the force partially pinning Chris under its legs but sheltering Stiles from the weight of the door. Scott paused on top of the door, growling as he searched the small office for sign of the two humans. His claws scraped against the metal as he moved off the door and deeper into the small room completely missing the humans huddled beneath the debris.
Chris, his leg pinned beneath the table, motioned to Stiles and pointed to the medical equipment scattered across the floor. It only took Stiles a second to understand what the doctor wanted. There was a syringe and the remainder of the vial of muscle relaxant just within his reach. Slowly, trying not to make any noise, he dragged the glass closer and filled the syringe with a shaking hand.
Stiles was wondering how he would get close enough to inject the crazed beta when the door was tossed away from him with a howl. Scott lunged at him, throwing himself across Stiles' body as he snapped and ripped at him with fangs and claws.
Scott's fangs sank deep into the arm that Stiles managed to throw up to protect his throat and the wolf's claws tore a long streak down the side of his body from his ribs down to his hip. Stiles rammed the needle home in the wolf's shoulder and pushed him away with all his might.
Scott made a high pitched yelp like a kicked puppy and dropped back. The arm with the needle sticking out of it hung limply at his side and Scott batted at the protruding syringe before sinking down to his knees.
Stiles scrambled across the floor and pulled it out as the wolf toppled over to the ground. "Oh my God. Did I kill him?"
Chris struggled out from under the table his leg a bloody mess that he couldn't get to support his weight. "No. His metabolism will burn it off before it has a chance to affect his lungs or heart. He should be fine when he wakes up."
"Oh shit! Mrs. Argent is going to turn that thing on the City Betas. They'll go crazy in the streets. I've got to warn Derek."
Chris struggled to the wall and just let his body relax against it. He pulled out the cell from his pocket, noticing the cracked screen but it was still working. "Come on, come on." Stiles whispered as the phone rang and rang.
Derek didn't pick up until almost the fifth ring. "Stiles? Are you alright."
"Yes. But the Argents have something that drives turned betas mad and they are going to set them off in the city. Derek, you have to stop her before they kill people."
"Stiles, I'm twenty minutes away from where you are. I need to get you safe."
"Damn it Derek! I'm safe enough but if you don't stop them, God Derek, if you can't stop them and people are killed it will be just what they want. There will be blood in the streets and they will be able to blame it on the wolves."
Stiles could hear the growl building up inside Derek on the other end of the line. "Derek, I need you to trust me."
"I do. We're turning around know but just know this Stiles. When I get you back home and this is all over, I may never let you leave our room again."
Stiles smiled at the image. "I may just let you. Be safe." He held on to the phone even after the line went dead, clutching it in his hand as if holding would keep his mate safe.