Here's the next chapter! I do not own Teen Wolf. And I suck at these intro things so yeah...
Scott hung up with Stiles and chuckled to himself. Detention and no Adderall made Stiles a little out of it. He turned to the rest of his pack. 'Stiles should be here soon. He's just running home first.' They all nodded and got back to quizzing each other.
That was an hour ago.
The Alpha had tried calling Stiles but it went to voice mail. Kira called her father to ask if he had seen Stiles since the detention but he hadn't.
'I'm going to his house,' Scott said putting his jacket on.
'I'll go with you,' Kira volunteered.
'Can someone stay here in case he comes in?' Scott asked. 'Maybe he just forgot his phone or something.'
Lydia nodded. 'We'll stay,' she said speaking for Malia who looked disappointed.
'I want to find Stiles.'
'If he's not at home, then I will call you guys, ok?' Scott promised. Malia nodded and sat back down. He and Kira left and hopped on Scott's dirt bike. They took off to Stiles' house.
As they pulled up, Stiles' Jeep wasn't there but the Sheriff's vehicle was and Mr Stilinski was just getting out. He waved at Scott and Kira as they approached.
'Hey guys,' the Sheriff greeted. 'Are you guys done studying?'
Scott shook his head. 'That's why we're here. Stiles was supposed to be at my house an hour ago and he's not answering his phone.' The Sheriff's face turned to one of concern. The last time Stiles had disappeared he was possessed by the Nogitsune.
'Ok, well his Jeep's not here. Where was he last?'
'The school. He got a detention from my dad for being late,' Kira said with a frown.
Mr Stilinski sighed. 'Alright let me double check that he's not inside. Then we'll go to the school.' He ran inside while Scott and Kira waited. Scott knew Stiles wasn't inside. The house was quiet. The Sheriff returned.
'He's not there. Let's go.' He got back into his car and Scott and Kira got back on the dirt bike. When they arrived at the school, Scott called Malia, just as he had promised.
'Stiles wasn't home, we're checking the school. He hasn't called has he?'
'No, he hasn't. I'm coming there.'
'Ok,' Scott said and then hung up. 'Malia and Lydia are on their way,' he informed Kira and Mr Stilinski.
'His Jeep is still here,' the Sheriff said. 'Let's check inside.'
The three went inside and Scott tried calling Stiles again. As the phone rang, he stopped.
'What's wrong Scott?' Kira asked. Scott held his hand up.
'I hear his phone ringing.' Kira and the Sheriff followed Scott. He stopped at the boy's locker room for a moment then went in. 'Stiles!' he called out.
The three looked around. It smelled strongly of chemicals like it had just been cleaned. Scott found Stiles' phone as the voice mail kicked in.
'Stiles!' Mr Stilinski shouted.
Scott looked at Stiles' phone. Once he ended the call, he noticed the camera was left open. He went to the gallery and there were pictures of Stiles with someone Scott didn't recognise. Stiles' arms were tied behind his back and he was gagged. There was a cut on his cheek and he was soaking wet. The man holding him was huge and held an equally huge gun. Stiles looked terrified.
'He's not here,' Kira said breaking Scott's gaze on the pictures. He rubbed his nose and sniffled a bit. 'Scott? What's wrong?'
The Sheriff came over too. Scott reluctantly showed them the pictures. The last had a message attached. It said "We're coming for your pack, Scott McCall." A woman in her forties was shown grabbing Stiles' chin to force him to look at the camera.
'That's why it smells like chemicals in here,' Scott said. 'To cover their scents.'
Stiles was carried over someone's shoulder into some kind of building and sat in a cold, hard chair. The zip ties binding his hands were cut, but before Stiles could even dream of moving, his arms were grabbed and held to the arms of the chair. More zip ties were used to pin his arms in place. The bag and the cloth in his mouth were removed. He gagged and coughed a bit then looked around. They were in some kind of warehouse. It was freezing and it didn't help that Stiles was still soaking wet.
As he looked around, his eyes fell on the woman walking over to him. Now that he had no choice but to pay attention to her, he got a better look at her. She had long black hair that she kept pulled up in a tight bun and cold blue eyes. The woman was quite tall. Maybe 5'11" if Stiles had to guess. He eyed the five men. They shared similar features and looked to be rather close in age.
'Who are you people?' Stiles asked as he finally got the nerve to speak.
'I am Alexandra Borzoi and this is my family; Grigory, Dmitry, Yefim, Lev, and Mikhail,' she answered. 'I have no problems in telling you this because you are going to die.'
'Then why didn't you just kill me when you killed the others?' Stiles shouted. 'They were innocent high school students!'
Alexandra took hold of his chin and looked right into his eyes. 'Because you are going to tell me where your Alpha and the rest of his pack is.'
Stiles' eyes widened. 'Wh-what are you-' He was cut off by Alexandra slapping him across the face. His head snapped to the side and his mouth opened slightly in surprise.
'Do not pretend not to know. We know who you are Mr Stilinski. Just as we knew those jocks were not innocent. They were monsters.'
'Their eyes were gold! They didn't kill anyone!' Stiles said with anger. 'And if you know who I am, then you know that my dad's the Sheriff and he'll be-' Alexandra slapped him again.
'I know who your father is and he is of no concern to me,' she said sternly. 'Now you can wither tell us where Scott McCall and his pack meet or we can torture you.'
Stiles glared at her. There was already a red mark on his cheek. 'Then, I guess you'll have to torture me,' he said putting on a brave face.
'I will enjoy breaking you,' Alexandra said with a cruel smile. 'Let's first see how well Mr Stilinski does with the cold.' The Borzois turned and left the room. Stiles heard the sound of locks being slid into place and then nothing.
The first thing Stiles did was see just how tight the zip ties where. He tugged on them which not only proved they were tight but also caused the plastic to cut into his skin. Stiles sighed and as he did he saw his breath. So, not only was he soaking wet but it was literally freezing in the room. He pulled his legs up onto the chair in a poor attempt to get warmer. He silently hoped that Scott would find him.
So, there's chapter two. I don't do so well with these outros either. ^_^ Please review!