A/N: So just if people don't under stand in the last Chapter when I said Matt faked his death I meant he took Tetrodotoxin which is the poison in puffer fish. Which lowers you pulse and body temp, while also creating a kind of artificial coma. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Stiles tried to call out to Derek when he was on the phone with Matt.
"Don`t tell him!" Stiles spoke weakly.
"Please. Matt I…I promise I will do anything you want just please don't tell him. He would hate me." Stiles started to softly cry, the thought of Derek knowing what Matt did to him hurt him. Derek was yelling loud enough on the other side of the phone that Stiles heard what he was saying.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM! I SWARE MATT IF YOU TOUCH HIM I WILL KILL YOU! STILES PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! IM BEGGING YOU WAIT FOR ME I WILL SAVE YOU I SWARE!" The thought that Derek was going to save him made Stiles smile; Derek really did care about him.
"What are you smiling at you little slut? Are you thinking of how good it felt when I was inside you?" Matt gave Stiles a wicked smile as he spoke because he knew Derek was still on the phone and what he said would make him angrier than he already was.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?! YOU DID WHAT TO-" Matt flipped the phone closed with a smirk on his face.
He stated walking over to Stiles as he did so he through the phone on the floor. Matt grabbed Stiles by the back of his head and lifted Stiles` face to his.
"Do you want to go another round?" Matt started kissing him with such force Stiles winced at the pain. Matt got up and walked over to his bag and rummaged through it looking for something.
'This is it!' Stiles thought. He could use this moment to take Matt by surprise and escape. Stiles got up and quietly walked up behind Matt and kicked him in the face with such force it knocked him over. Stiles took the moment to grab the phone then he ran as fast as he could down the dark tunnel. He didn't know where he was going but he didn't care all he need was to get far enough to call Derek.
Stiles ran as fast as he could, his ass and legs were so sore he didn't know how much longer he could run for. He then saw a light at the end of the tunnel, relief washed over him as he ran faster.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE YOU ARE MINE!" He heard Matt yelling behind him and the relief was gone and now panic has set in. He had to call Derek he knew he could help him. Stiles dialed the phone as fast as he could.
`Come on Derek answer your phone!' Matt caught up with Stiles tackling him to the ground smashing the phone.
"YOU LITTLE SLUT! HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM ME! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU ARE MINE AND NOW I MILL MAKE IT CLEAR AGAIN!" Matt yelled as he climbed on top of Stiles and started punching him in the face. After punching him about 6 times he started to pull off his boxers. When Matt had them down he pulled out his length and plunged deep into Stiles who in return screamed in pain.
"GET OFF ME! STOP PLEASE STOP! IM BEGGING YOU!" Stiles started to cry I pain as he shut his eyes. Matt was raping him again for the 3rd time that night. It still hurt with every thrust; the pain finally overcame him and as he started to pass out Matt punched him in the face to keep him awake.
"Don't fall asleep yet little red. I want you to see the look on Derek`s face when he sees you being taken by another." As he finished speaking Derek ran out of the trees. Horror stuck Derek`s face as he saw Stiles laying barely conscious under Matt who was pounding into him. Derek`s eyes went red and his claws came out as he growled. He ran and threw Matt off Stiles; he couldn't help but stare a Stiles` bloody, beaten and weak body.
`What had Matt done to him?' Derek leaned down to Stiles motionless body and pulled up his boxers. Matt got up and started running at Derek.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM THAT SLUT BELONGS TO ME!" Derek`s eyes went red as he gently laid Stiles down; he grew his claws as he growled and charged at Matt. Derek was going to kill Matt and he was going to make sure he was dead this time.
All the betas stopped dead when they heard Derek`s growl. He defiantly found Stiles and he was defiantly fighting Matt at that moment. They all turned and ran towards where they heard the growl coming from; they knew that they needed to look after Stiles while Derek fought. They also needed to be there if Derek needed back up.
Isaac was the first to make it through the clearing; he couldn't believe what he saw. The first thing he saw was Derek standing over Stiles` body like he was a mother bear protecting her cubs, and Matt was kneeling on the ground by a tree holding his shoulder. Something was wrong though, Stiles wasn't moving. His eyes were closed and he looked like he has been through hell; Isaac couldn't help but get angry at the sight. Derek and Isaac locked eyes for a split second and Matt took that moment to charge at Derek knocking him away from Stiles. Isaac ran over to Stiles and he started shaking him.
"Come on Stiles please wake up. Please!" Isaac had a panicked look on his face he couldn't believe this was happening. Stiles was so limp in his arms and he was barely breathing.
"ISAAC GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" Derek yelled as he grabbed a hold of Matt so he couldn't chase after them.
"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH HIM HE IS MINE! THE ONLY REASON I CALLED YOU GUYS TELLING HIM I HAD HIM WAS SO I COULD PROVE THAT HE IS MINE! GET BACK HERE WITH HIM!" Matt yelled as he started kicking at Derek.
"Well that was your first mistake! You shouldn't have touched him, you shouldn't have hurt him, and you shouldn't have done anything to him! He isn't yours and he never will be!" Derek yelled smashing Matt's head into the ground while he watched Isaac carry Stiles away. The teen was pale and he looked lifeless, his chest was rising and falling slowing showing he was still breathing. It pained Derek to see Stiles like this, he wished he could do something to help him.
Isaac turned to Derek "Where do you want me to take him?"
"Go to my place, bandage him up and then call the other betas have them meet you there." Matt started knocking Derek off and was crawling towards Isaac and Stiles. Derek yelled as he jumped to catch Matt.
"GO NOW!" Isaac started running as fast as he could with Stiles in his arms. He made sure that every with every step he took he didn't hurt Stiles. He was running for about an hour before he finally made it to Derek's apartment.
He raced up the stairs and threw the door open, running into the room he gently put Stiles on Derek's couch and he yelled at Danny and Lydia.
"Go get me bandages now!" Danny and Lydia both darted up from their chairs and ran to search the house. Isaac stood watch over Stiles as they searched; silently hoping he would wake up.
"I got it!" Lydia yelled as she ran down the stairs and over to Isaac.
"Oh my god. Poor Stiles, this never should have happened to him." she whispered as she looked at him. She looked over his whole body; his face was bruised and bloody, his lip and left eye brow were split open from being punched, his chest was all cut up from sticks and there were tiny kiss marks all over, his legs were covered in dirt and they were also all cut up. Stiles was barely breathing. Lydia started to tear up, she couldn't believe that Matt did this. Danny looked at Isaac as he walked into the room.
"What do we do?" he asked. Isaac tossed his phone at Danny and started to bandage Stiles up. "Call the rest of the pack. Get them here now."
Just as Danny dialed Scott's number Derek's alarm system started going off.
'This isn't good' Isaac thought. He was alone with three humans (two who couldn't fight and one that was unconscious) and someone was trying to break into Derek's apartment.
"What is that?" Lydia asked.
"Danny call the others now! Someone is trying to break in here!" Isaac yelled. 'What else could go wrong tonight!'
A/N: Just to make it clear everyone in the pack has a key to Derek's apartment so they would never trigger the alarm when they try to enter. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I am having a bit of writers block so i don't know when i will be updating the next chapter but i definitely wont take longer than a week or two.