Notes:

So this chapter is exciting and was so fun to write. I really like writing about what happened to everyone. And I'm very liberal with the powers that I'm giving to this kitsune. I will give a list of powers later in the story. But for now, take what I give and don't take it to heart so well because it's just a jumble of what I feel is in the realm of possibility.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'll see you the next time I update, whenever that will be ...

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Peter POV:

Now that I'm saddled up with Argent, I wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. Not that I was gonna take any risks by going too quickly and risk somehow endangering Stiles in some way or form. But I was at least trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. Already I didn't particularly appreciate that I was paired with him just because Lydia wanted to travel with Klaus. I guess there was really no other option but to pair him up with me... unfortunately.

The building's layout was pretty standard, a typical empty warehouse with a few boxes and crates scattered around; it was just a massive building with nothing in it. Or at least it seemed like there was nothing there. Just like Klaus said, I could smell Stiles but only faintly. It could be that he was in the other warehouse, and this one is just empty. I had a feeling, though, that I was in the right spot, so I intend to just continue searching anyway. They would probably send us a signal if they found him first. If not, they would find us eventually, hopefully with Stiles in tow. But, as we continue to search this warehouse, it seems like less and less of an option as there was only one floor, and it was empty, devoid of anybody, not even a rat. And considering its clearly dirty state, that was kind of surprising.

I was mainly focusing on my nose and my hearing while Argent was manually checking everything. For a while, it seemed like we probably got the wrong warehouse, that was until Argent opened a door that seemed to lead to a basement, so off we went to the basement.

Oddly enough, though, the basement seems to just never end. I mean, there was a light at the bottom of the staircase, but I feel like we've been walking for quite a while and the light never got any closer. Yet behind me, the door got farther and farther away. I grabbed Argent by the shoulder and stopped him; something was going on.

"Wait, I think we're close. I think we walked into a trap." I said to Argent back, as he still didn't turn around.

"Look behind you!" I yelled as I was trying to get his attention because he wouldn't look at me.

I tried to grab your shoulder harder and just pull him around, but something weird happened. I didn't even use that much strength, but my hand just went through his shoulder, and it was wet. I pulled my hand back quickly, looking for blood, but it was just water.

I looked back up, and Argent had turned around, but he was slowly losing his shape as he slowly turned into water. I have no idea what was going on, and I wasn't really prepared for the water to attack me either. That's why I blame myself for getting knocked unconscious. Who expects water to attack them and suffocate them into unconsciousness.

Not me.

Chris POV:

Finding the staircase to the basement was the only lead we found in the warehouse. I quickly signaled Peter to follow me as we walk down. I took my gun out as I slowly step-by-step headed down.

I got to the end very quickly. It was bright down there like someone had turned on a lightbulb, so it gave me a good instinct that maybe Stiles was down here. I turned around to let Peter know to give Lydia or his other friend a signal that we were maybe on the right track, but when I looked behind me, Peter wasn't there.

I was so sure I heard him right behind me. It's too risky to call out his name, but I wasn't sure what to do next. Of course, I can go on without him easily, but I didn't know what I was up against. If it's true that it is a Kitsune, then I do not have the right kind of weapon on me.

But I can't exactly look for Peter if Stiles is right over there somewhere.

Damn werewolves doing things on their own.

"Well, hunting as usual then," I said quietly to myself, moving forward deeper into the basement.

Now Lydia and Klaus' POV from the other warehouse:

Lydia POV:

I chose to go with Klaus. I have nothing against Peter, but I didn't really want to be stuck with Chris. And Klaus is stronger than Peter technically, so I'm safer this way. Plus, I think Klaus knows where Stiles is, so I have a better chance of finding him with Klaus than Peter. Also, I've gotten to know him pretty well those few weeks I was in Mystic Falls, so we have a pretty easy-going friendship; I don't know if I'd call her friendship that's more of Stiles' thing; friends with benefits seems more fitting. And I mean in all the ways it's meant to be meant.

We picked the warehouse on the left while Chris and Peter went to the right. This warehouse was definitely bigger than the one on the right, and it looks like it has more floors. The plus side also to being with Klaus was that he could vampire run up the stairs, so I didn't have to. As much as I am all for searching high and low for Stiles, going up three flights of stairs in heels was not a priority of mine for today. I could do it, but it would be better if I didn't have to. Anyway, the ground floor was big enough that I could search it and still not be done before Klaus came back down the stairs.

But unfortunately, even after we searched all of this warehouse, he was nowhere to be found. There was absolutely nothing except empty crates all over the place. I didn't even hear anything other than my own footsteps echoing in the giant room. It was really creepy.

I did find a door, though, but it was jammed shut from the other side. No amount of pulling or pushing would open it. But luckily, I have a super-strengthened, supernatural creature on my side. It was no trouble at all for Klaus to just pull the door off its hinges. The door opened up into a staircase that led down.

And down into the darkness, there was a faint light in the background. It seemed we were heading in the right direction after all.

I turned to Klaus with a smile on my face... but he wasn't there.

Him and the broken off door he was holding was gone... and I was standing there by myself... all alone.

What the hell was going on?!

Klaus POV:

The warehouse seems empty, devoid of almost all life, but I could smell Stiles' scent fiercely in this place. I moved quickly from the first, second, and third floor, giving it a quick once over even though I didn't believe that Stiles was anywhere up there. His scent slowly decreased as I went higher up. I was almost positive that he was downstairs somewhere, if there even was downstairs. I'm sure we just have to find it.

Eventually, Lydia found a door that was jammed, and she couldn't open it. Obviously, it was no problem for me as I just grabbed the doorknob and ripped it off its hinges. However, the moment I opened the door, the stench of the ocean just grew ever thicker, and the smell of Stiles being closer grew heavy as well. The scent was so strong that it made my nose scrunch up in my eyes closed for just a second. My senses were overwhelmed. The scent was just that strong.

Yet when I opened my eyes again, Lydia was nowhere to be seen.

It would be odd, but it wasn't but that odd because it wasn't Lydia that disappeared; it was me. I wasn't in the same place I was standing at just a moment ago.

No, I was somewhere new. I had no idea where I was, but it was somewhere different, and weirdly enough, I was still holding the door. So whatever transported me took whatever I was holding as well.

Though I guess I should be thankful for it because if it only transported my body, I would be stark naked wherever it was that I am.

Another POV:

Well, isn't that odd? It seems that this Kitsune traveled in a pack with werewolves. There is even a hunter looking for him, and perchance could that be a banshee?

What the hell have I gotten myself into? What did I do to deserve this, huh?

I offered to teach a young Kitsune how to control their powers, and I got sent a Nogitsune. A stupid Nogitsune! Along with its apparent werewolf pack containing two werewolves, a banshee, and a hunter.

What did I do to deserve this?

Originally I was just gonna wait it out to see how this young trickster would show its true colors, but it seems I've run out of time. Time to speed up the process. I'm not normally cruel, but desperate times call for desperate measures; as confident as I am in facing a young Nogitsune, I don't know if I can take on his pack that he apparently intertwined himself to.

Us foxes don't generally run with a pack, but I guess anything is possible in this messed up world.

Welp time to put some pressure on a Nogitsune, the only way I know-how.

Slight torture.

Slight because he's a kid still.

But torture nonetheless, because I'm running out of time.

Stiles POV:

I have been struggling to get off this chair for two hours. What the flipping heck!

No matter how much strength I put into it, I cannot get off the stupid chair; it's like I'm somehow magically stuck to it. The chains are just normal chains; there is no way that they can hold me if I'm putting all my werewolf strength into it.

And it's even worse because this dude that's apparently here and apparently kidnapped me just won't talk to me. I am not good, left alone with my own thoughts. Actually, I'm probably the worst person to be left alone with their own thoughts and having nothing to do besides talking to themselves. Whoever it is who has kidnapped me must think I am crazy. But honestly, the real psychopath in the situation is obviously the kidnapper, not the kidnapped one.

Since two hours ago, when he spoke to me briefly and then disappeared into thin air like it was nothing. Since then, he has not talked to me. I know he's still in the room because I can smell him clearly now.

Once I caught the distinctive scent, I could pinpoint it more easily. Honestly, even though I was really distracted when he started talking to me, I still tried to gather as much information about him as I could. Not that was much to gather. Other than him being a man and not having much to say, there's not much information I could gather except that he's not hesitant to attack me by the sword to my throat and the no patience thing.

I'm a little frightened, okay I'm very frightened, but nobody needs to know that. Especially not the samurai sword-swinging Kitsune that's somewhere in this room. No, he does not need to know that at all; thank you very much.

Though I have a feeling that the fear showed up on my face because suddenly as if the world just wanted to fuck me over one more time, my feet felt wet. Thinking to myself that I did not just piss my pants. I looked down and saw that there was water all over the floor.

And not just a little bit of water, like rain dripping water through a ceiling or something like that. Nooooo, nooo, of course not. It was, however, slowly and steadily at a breakneck pace rising upwards.

The giant room that I was in was slowly but surely getting filled with water. And in less than a minute, it was up to my thighs on the chair. Meaning that everything below my waist, while sitting in the chair, mind you, was covered in water.

Now I didn't have any real overwhelming nightmare about drowning while tied to a chair after being kidnapped, but I will tell you from this point on, if I don't start having this nightmare, it is because I will be dead from this situation.

Now that I was potentially at risk of dying as the water hit my chest, I started to scream very loudly, and I was cursing at the asshole above me because he was still in this room. I had a plethora of very crass words that were in my vocabulary that I shouted at a loud volume to the damn Kitsune standing above me on a supporting beam towards the roof. But nothing helped me from drowning.

By now, the water was at my neck, but I was still screaming my head off because what else could I do? No amount of struggling set me free, and I was very, very, very frightened and in a state of extreme panic. I don't know what the point of kidnapping me as if he was just going to murder me. But cursed this damn asshole. If I die here today, I hope to bring this jackass down with me. Somehow.

Peter will avenge me, hopefully, probably, maybe.

Oh god, I'm gonna die.

Eventually, I couldn't even scream anymore. The water was above my head, and no matter how hard I try to swim upwards, I was still stuck to the damn chair that somehow was bolted to the fucking ground in some magical way.

I was panicking, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was slowly losing oxygen, and I couldn't even think straight. It's almost like having a panic attack.

But for some reason, a weird tidbit of information came to me. I kind of remember what Ms. Morell told me, back and Echien house:

Ms. Morell: So, if you're drowning and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment. But if you choose to not open your mouth, to not let the water in.

Stiles: You do it anyway. It's a reflex.

Ms. Morell: But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in. You have more time, right?

Stiles: Not much time.

Ms. Morell: But more time to fight your way to the surface.

Stiles: I guess.

Ms. Morell: More time to be rescued.

Stiles: More time to be in agonizing pain. Did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?

Ms. Morell: If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?

Stiles: What if it just gets worse. What if it's agony now and then... then it's just hell later on?

Ms. Morell: Then think about what Winston Churchill once said: If you're going through hell... keep going!

And damn, wasn't that good advice...

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Notes:

As I was writing the last few lines. I remembered the quote from Teen Wolf, but I couldn't exactly word it how I wanted it to, so instead, I put it as a flashback, so it's basically in Stiles' head reliving the moment.

And anyone who has obviously right up to the Nogitsune parts of the show would remember this scene pretty well.

Thanks for being patient, and I hope you really enjoy what I came up with. Please tell me what you think about it I look forward to reading your comments.