Scott pov:
We walked out of the gathering room and Thomas lead the others to the tree we were at earlier and sat down. It was already getting dark and all the people who I learned during the gathering were Runners were back. A crowd of people followed us waiting to hear what we had to say. I could feel their anticipation. The second they hit the ground, Thomas and Stiles started asking each other questions. I guess that's what you had to expect with two sons of a Sheriff and a lady who was curious and liked figuring things out though. Everyone laughed or sighed so I'm guessing this was common for Thomas to do.
After about three minutes I repeat, three minutes! The questions finally stopped and our ears could rest. That is until they started answering the questions. We all groaned.
After about a minute of answers I the Keepers came out of the room and came over to see the commotion.
They all looked confused but Newt and Zart laughed.
"How long have they been doing this?" Newt questioned.
"They asked each other questions for three minutes and they've been answering the questions for about a minute." Lydia said. They just laughed some more.
"How can they remember all those questions? They were asking them so fast I'm surprised they didn't pass out from air loss!" I said.
Finally after another agonizing minute I threw my hand over Stiles's mouth and Newt did the same for Thomas. They both struggled against our hold but stopped when everyone started cheering.
"If we take our hands away, your gonna stop answering questions kay?" Newt asked. Thomas nodded but Stiles didn't.
"Stiles, if we were to take our hands away, you won't continue right?" Stiles reluctantly nodded and we let go.
The second our hands were back at our sides though, the answers poured out of both of their mouths.
We put our hands back on their mouths again and they struggled against our grasps but gave up faster this time.
"Stiles, don't make me go to Gally, bite him, have him turn out as a Kanima, and have him paralyze you each and every time the paralysis wares off." I said. He shook his head. "Then don't do it again. I think if you keep doing this everyone's ears will fall off." I said. He nodded and I took my hand away.
"Don't think I will let you off the hook either Tommy. I will force you to work in the Blood House for a month if you keep doing it." Newt said Thomas shook his head. "Good. Don't bloody continue." He said before taking his hand away. There was no words from the two of them.
"You can still talk to each other and us, just finish answering the questions at a different time." I said.
"I was finishing up answering the last question you know." Stiles said.
"In that case, you can finish now." Newt said.
"No, I don't want to be any type of supernatural creature. The only way I would willingly receive the bite is if my life depended on it. And even then I would only get it for anyone who cares about me." Stiles said.
We all ate dinner then went to bed and I fell asleep with those words in my head.
Time skip.
I woke up to someone shaking me awake.
I opened my eyes and say Newt kneeling next to me, a worried look plastered on his face.
"What's wrong man?" I asked.
"Its Stiles." He said. I was instantly on my feet and looking at him.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"No one knows where he is. We checked his sleeping bag, the kitchen, anywhere we could think of. We were hoping you could get a lock on his scent." He said. I nodded then he brought me over to where Stiles decided to sleep.
I picked up his sleeping bag (By this time every Glader was following us) and put it to my nose. I inhaled deeply and was hit with Stiles's smell along with another. The other smell was a persons, someone who I have yet to meet, but nothing stood out other than that. I sniffed the air and quickly found Stiles's scent and followed it into what these people call the deadheads, which smelled like dead body's and blood all the time. This time a different person's blood was there though. It was Stiles's.
"Crap." I said.
"What is it?" Newt asked.
"Stiles is bleeding. From the smell I can tell there's a lot. Especially since the smell is so powerful." I said before running into the woods. We took a few turns and I could tell whoever took Stiles wanted to try and confuse me, but it didn't work. He most likely would have done more, but from his scent I could tell Stiles was unconscious through most of this. My guess was that whoever took him was hitting him on the head because every time Stiles started becoming conscious, he was suddenly unconscious again.
Within just a minute of searching, I saw Stiles's bloodied and beaten body. I quickly ran to him and listened for his heartbeat. Much to my relief there was one. It was there, but disappearing quickly.
"He's alive!" I yelled to the other's who were watching from a distance. "He's dying though. I don't think anything here can save him." I said. They all got worried looks on their faces.
"Scott, is it so bad the bite cant save him?" Lydia asked. I listened to the heartbeat closer and somehow knew that the bite would work.
"No, but I think he would hate me." I said. Suddenly something changed in him, he was awake.
"S-Scott?" He asked.
"Yeah buddy. I'm here." I said.
"I-I w-w-wouldn't ha-hate y-you." He said. I knew what he was talking about, so this surprised me.
"You have to say its okay for me to do it. There isn't any turning back." I said.
"I-Its o-okay." He said.
I turned back to the Gladers and they knew what was going on.
"Get anyone under the age of fourteen out of here. The rest can leave at free will." They nodded and most left although Lydia, Newt, and Thomas stayed. "You sure you want to see this?" I asked.
"Lets see, since its less gruesome than when it happened to me, I think I can deal with It." Lydia said.
"He's my brother." Thomas said.
"I play the role of the mother for pretty much everyone here." Newt said.
I nodded and turned to Stiles. He nodded and I lifted up his arm. "I'm so sorry Stiles." I said before biting him. His heartbeat instantly got a little stronger although he passed out.
"Is he gonna live?" Thomas asked.
"His heartbeat instantly got stronger which from what Derek told me is saying that yes, he will survive." I said.
"How long will it take for him to wake up?" Newt asked.
"Don't know. Since it usually takes about a day to work I'd say he'll wake up when the healing kicks in. For now all we can do is wait." I said while picking him up.
"What about full moons? What will we do then?" Lydia asked.
"We'll figure something out. We can everyone who wont heal, which is everyone but him and me, into the strongest and most secure buildings and we can stay outside. We can get some ropes and chains and tie him up and if and when he escapes I can hold him off until the effects wear off. Until then we can try and find him an anchor." I said while listening to his strengthening heart and walking out of the woods.
"Who did this?" Thomas asked.
I sniffed the air as we left the woods but everyone was gone and most likely trying to get the image of Stiles out of the younger kids' heads.
"It was someone I don't know, but other than that I wont be able to say until I find them." I said.
We walked over to the Homestead and put Stiles in an empty room.
"Do you know where the bandages are?" I asked. Newt nodded and went to one of the cabinets.
"I can get a Med-Jack if you want." Newt said while handing me some medical equipment.
"No thanks. I picked up a few things from my mom and Lydia knows almost everything so I think we're fine. You can help by getting everyone outside and in a line but spaced at least two feet from each other so its easier to know who did this though." I said with a small but warm smile. He nodded and ran out of the room while me and Lydia started patching up Stiles. After we got the worst of them (which were most of them) we were done and we went out to see a line of people.
I will reveal who tried to kill Stiles and what Stiles is in the Next chapter. I am just making Stiles a rare creature that out of the pack only Deaton would know existed. For now, bye!
