"You can't give up, please!" Stiles begged, his words forced out between hiccuping sobs. Isaac ignored him, closing his eyes and focusing on his task. When he felt the handcuffs sliding further up his hand earlier, he got an idea. If he could just slip one hand through, he might be able to get free. He'd surreptitiously started to twist his hand, trying to ease the cuffs up further. His plan was ruined when the cuff was caught on his wide palm. Luckily, his last act of defiance had given him his desired outcome. It had hurt worse than he imagined, but it had been worth it in the end, because his hand was slowly and surely slipping through the cuff, the broken bones easier to manipulate.

Isaac moaned softly, feeling the skin of his hand peeling off as he pulled. Stiles must've finally noticed what he was doing, because his pleas abruptly stopped. Just a little bit further and his hand would be free. It slid out before he realized, his body swinging as all the weight shifted to one side, causing his shoulder to immediately pop out of the socket. Isaac bit back his scream, not wanting to alert the people outside that he was doing anything.

Stiles started whispering encouraging words, cheering him on and pressing him to hurry up. He needed to get the cuffs off his ankles so he could shift and start healing. Isaac painstakingly lifted one leg, bending it at the knee so he could reach his ankle. He hadn't seen how the cuffs were attached, but he needed it to be something he could manipulate with his shattered hand.

Isaac actually started crying when he saw it was a simple strap. They weren't anywhere near out of the woods yet, but at least something had gone right. They had been due for a win and maybe their luck would hold steady. He hooked his finger along the edge, using his arm to pull it along in the right direction. It slid open, freeing his first ankle. Isaac repeated the process on the other side, the idea of freedom pushing him forward.

When the last strap fell, Stiles sobbed and laughed. A low growl built in Isaac's throat, his power building steadily inside of himself. It was time for the wolf to take control. He felt the pulse of it surge through his body, yanking his arm down to snap the handcuff off the rail. Isaac landed softly on the balls of his feet, ducking into a crouch. He could feel different parts of his body starting to heal, but he wouldn't be back to 100% for a while. He'd just have to take what he could get for the time being.

Isaac crawled over to Stiles, using his newly extended claws to slice through the boy's bindings. Stiles shot up out of the chair as soon as he was free, pulling Isaac into an impromptu hug. Isaac grunted in pain and couldn't really return the hug yet with his healing arms, but he rested his forehead on the other boy's shoulder, taking in the first bit of real comfort he'd received in a while.

"We've gotta come up with a plan of attack," Isaac murmured into Stiles' neck, needing him to come up with something to get them out of here.

"I've got an idea, but I don't know if it will work," Stiles said into his sweat soaked hair. Isaac nodded, ready to accept any direction at this point. Stiles was always coming up with schemes that seemed crazy, but ended up working. He just had to hope this time would be the same.

The plan was very basic, would only take care of part of the problem, and relied mostly on luck. It was a long shot, but it was all they had. Isaac stood a bit away from the door, straining to hear for any signs of their captors coming back. Stiles was over by the source of the electricity, ready to flip the switch when the time was right.

Isaac could feel the different parts of his body trying to heal, but it was a slow process. He still wasn't able to turn all the way, but even the partial turn had kickstarted some of the mending. He gave his body as much help as he could along the way, forcing Stiles to pop his shoulder back in the socket and help roll back the peeled skin of his hand. Stiles did what he could before he turned and threw up in the corner. Isaac couldn't blame him. But now his dislocated shoulder barely twinged and all of his bleeding had stopped, most importantly the internal. His ribs were still a little shifty, but that was better than a lung full of blood.

He heard the quiet clicking of a heel and signalled to Stiles. This was the moment of truth. If this went wrong, he had no doubt they would just outright kill him to get him out of the way and then start on Stiles instead. He couldn't let that happen. Isaac gripped the cuffs in his hands as best he could and crouched in preparation.

The door slowly opened and Isaac tossed over the cuffs. Reflexes were a powerful thing and the giant man who stepped into the room instinctively caught the objects flying at him, Stiles cranking up the voltage as soon as he had a firm grip. The man went down, the jolts locking his muscles and sending him into convulsions. The woman stepped in behind him, screeching when she saw the turn of events. She kicked at the wires, sliding the cuffs away, but not before her partner lost consciousness. She reached to the small of her back, but Isaac didn't wait to see what she was grabbing, running forward and knocking them both to the ground. The gun she had grabbed was knocked from her grasp, skittering across the floor and out of their reach. Isaac landed hard on his ribs, the air momentarily punched out of his lungs. He writhed around on the floor a bit, trying to get a hold on the woman to subdue her, but she was fresher and well trained, rolling away from him and springing to her feet before he could do anything. She stomped on his already broken hand and he howled in pain.

"No you don't!" Stiles yelled, charging at the woman. She easily sidestepped him, using his momentum to push him into a wall. Someone really needed to teach Stiles not to telegraph his moves like that, if they made it out of here. Isaac took advantage of the distraction, kicking at the woman's knee. It didn't connect as solidly as he would've liked, but it still knocked her off balance.

Isaac rolled to his feet, trying to calculate his odds if he made a break for the gun on the other side of the room. His choice was made for him when the woman pulled out her taser from earlier, spinning it in her hand like a baton. They slowly circled each other, waiting to see who would make the first move. The damn thing was so long, it wouldn't take much for her to lunge and catch a piece of his body. Isaac willed Stiles to get up from where he was sitting in a daze against the wall. He didn't think he could do this alone.

"I'm not sure how you did it, but I'm impressed," the woman said, giving her weapon another lazy twirl. "Maybe I was right earlier, about you having the potential to be a good Alpha. I wouldn't normally do this, but my offer still stands. Help me find Derek and I'll let you kill him. You can't think you're gonna win this fight." Isaac ignored her words, his eyes never leaving her movements. She was trying to distract him, but it wasn't going to work. He'd come too far to fall for something that stupid.

"I think I'll pass," Isaac growled, dodging the sudden thrust of her arm, retaliating with a swipe of his own. He caught her on the elbow, his claws easily slicing through the flesh. She dropped the weapon with nerveless fingers, screaming in rage, before kicking Isaac right in his stab wound. He staggered back, but kept his feet under him. Going down right now could spell their doom.

She was furious now, but it made her sloppy. Now that her hands were empty, she focused on striking, only connecting every few attempts as Isaac tried his best to block her. Isaac really needed Stiles' help right now, because all of this exertion was inhibiting his body's healing. Isaac was not a good fighter. It was one thing to have the strength and agility of a werewolf, but it was not the same as being skilled in hand to hand combat. He thought back to his brief run in with Allison, where he threw some sluggish swings, only for her to dodge him easily and stab him a billion times. That had taken him out of the fight completely and he couldn't let that happen again. Not with Stiles as his only backup.

Speaking of Stiles, he was finally pulling himself to his feet. He wanted to yell to him to run away or grab a weapon, anything that could possibly turn the tide in this fight. He wasn't expecting him to take a running leap at the woman's back, knocking her off her feet and right into Isaac. They ended up in a pile of limbs, the woman striking out at anything she could touch and Isaac trying to keep her from doing damage to either of them.

The slight glint from bright lights above them was his only warning before a blade was coming down toward him, Isaac rolling out of the way at the last moment before it slid into his neck. He kicked her in the chest, sending her back only a few feet, but still enough room for Isaac to stand and pull Stiles up behind him. They were back to their dance now, but it was two against one this time. Maybe Stiles only counted as half. And maybe the knife gave her a slight advantage. But this was their current situation and it could be worse.

Isaac wasn't sure why the universe was against him, because almost as soon as he had that thought, things did get a lot worse. All of the circling had put them with their backs to the downed giant. Except he wasn't as incapacitated as Isaac hoped. Stiles was suddenly flying to the side, rolling to a stop against the chair he'd been trapped in earlier. Isaac spun, only to be gripped by the throat and held above the floor. This guy couldn't be human.

Isaac swiped at the hand holding him, barely doing any damage with his panicked, weakened movements. The man was squeezing his windpipe and Isaac knew at this point he was just having fun with him. He'd felt how strong the man's grip was earlier. If he wanted him to be, Isaac would already be dead. Isaac needed to do something before the man decided he was done playing with his food. He lifted his knee, connecting solidly with the man's nose. Isaac wasn't sure if he did more damage to himself or the man, but it had the effect he wanted. The behemoth dropped him, Isaac just barely landing on his feet and ducking a wild swipe from his bear claw hand. Stiles was being stalked by the woman, doing his best to keep the chair between them, but Isaac had to hope he could stay alive on his own right now. The giant needed his full attention.

Faster than he should've been able for someone his size, the man charged at Isaac, slamming into his middle and flinging him into the wall. He was sure he heard something snap, but he couldn't tell what. Every inch of his body hurt. The man grabbed him by the arm, pulling him over his shoulder before unceremoniously dropping him back on the floor. Isaac landed on his chest, the air rushing out of him. The man pulled him up by the hair, holding Isaac against his body in a choke hold.

This was it. There was nothing Isaac could do to stop the man from snapping his neck. His vision was spotty, but he tried to seek out Stiles one last time to say he was sorry. Sorry he wasn't strong enough. Sorry he couldn't save them.

"Wait!" the woman yelled, pausing the man from giving Isaac a killing blow. The giant let up on his hold a bit and Isaac sucked in a few desperate breaths. He dragged him over to the center of the room, where the woman was standing a few feet in front of a kneeling Stiles, her reclaimed gun pointed at his head. Stiles had his hands raised and was shaking a bit, but only anger showed on his face.

"No!" Isaac gasped, struggling to get free of the strong man. They'd come too far and gone through too much to go down like this. Isaac was so close to Stiles, he could almost reach out and touch him. He couldn't let this happen.

"Oh yes. I want you to watch your little friend die. And I want you to know it's your fault. If you hadn't gotten him caught up in your little disease, he would've lived a long, happy life. Your kind are nothing but a curse on this world and I won't rest until you're all eradicated!" the woman hissed, turning her attention back to Stiles.

Time slowed down after that, everything seemingly moving in slow motion as Isaac watched the woman prepare to murder Stiles in cold blood. All thoughts of repercussions from causing a death didn't seem important anymore. He would wear his blue eyes with pride, knowing that he wasn't cursed with them, but that he earned them. Isaac felt a surge of wolf energy flow through him, extending his claws and jamming them into the man behind him. They sank painfully into his groin, the man's arms automatically going limp in shock and pain. Isaac grabbed one of the arms that was resting over his shoulder, swinging the man around him and throwing him toward the woman.

Isaac could be forgiven for his aim being off. He'd been shocked, stabbed, broken, choked, and thrown. It wasn't surprising that while he'd meant to throw the man into the woman, stopping her from taking her shot, he'd missed. Isaac heard the shot still go off, the sound of the bullet hitting flesh, and the grunt of pain. Everyone else in the room was frozen, just watching the body fall.

Would this give him those blue eyes?