Here's Chapter 4! I do not own Teen Wolf. Enjoy!

Stiles was on the verge of passing out again. He had been whipped so many times he had lost count. Then there was Alexandra were he damn knife. There was a new cut across his other cheek. She had cut up his arms and even stabbed him a few times, nothing lethal, but it still hurt like hell.

'Please…' he whispered as Alexandra trailed the knife down from the hollow of his neck to his chest and stomach. She never broke the skin but the coldness of the blade caused Stiles to tremble. 'Just…kill me…Ah!' Stiles screamed as the knife plunged into his hip. He could feel it touch the bone. It was twisted and Stiles screamed in agony as his world went dark.

'I don't like this plan,' Malia stated bluntly.

'And I don't want anyone else to get hurt,' Scott answered.

Scott's plan was simple. He would go in, get Stiles, and get out. It was simple but he wouldn't let anyone else come, except the Sheriff only to take Stiles to the hospital in case Scott got caught.

'Scott, are you really sure you want to go in by yourself?' Kira asked with concern. 'What if they catch you before you get to Stiles?'

'Then I'll get them to let him go. Stiles is only human and they want werewolves. They'll have to let him go.'

'Or they'll just kill him.' Everyone turned to see Derek Hale and Braeden standing in the doorway. 'Now I know why Stiles is the one to come up with the plans. You plans suck.'

'Derek!' Scott said sounding surprised. 'What are you guys doing back?'

'I got word that Stiles was taken by the Borzois,' Braeden said. 'This isn't good. They will kill Stiles, even if you turned your whole pack in.'

'But why?' Lydia asked on the verge of tears again. 'He's normal.'

Braeden shrugged. 'He associates with you guys. And he knows too much.'

Scott sighed. 'Then what do we do?'

The mercenary smiled. 'I have an idea.'

Stiles woke up very slowly. His eye lids were so heavy and his entire body felt numb. However, the slightest movement caused pain to ripple through him. Even trying to open his eyes hurt. He hung against he shackles holding him to the wall, since his legs were no longer supporting him. His arms felt sticky and one pant leg was sticking to his leg and he wondered why.

With a struggle, he opened his eyes. The sight confused him. His pant legs were two different colours. One was the normal tan and the other was darker, almost black. Biting his lip, Stiles tried to get his feet beneath him. His left leg seemed fine, but as soon as he moved his right, pain shot through his hip. That's when he noticed the knife still stuck in him.

His breathing came in short gasps as everything rushed back. Stiles had to look anywhere but his leg. His eyes darted around. He caught sight of his wrists. It's funny how he hadn't noticed any pain coming from them considering the blood oozing from the cuts that the shackles had given him.

Oh God, he thought. I'm going into shock.

Stiles couldn't breathe. He was going to die.

Through his panicked breaths, he was vaguely aware of voices, someone calling his name. Stiles tried to focus on breathing. He could remember Lydia telling him that holding your breath could stop panic attacks but he just couldn't. It was too hard. There were hands on his shoulders. He looked up and saw his dad's concerned face.

'D-dad…?'

His dad put a finger to his lips and whispered, 'Don't worry, we're going to get you out of here.' Mr Stilinski bent down to undo the shackles around Stiles' ankles. Having his father here calmed him enough to stop his panic attack. He was now only slightly sobbing. When he stood, Mr Stilinski noticed the knife sticking out of his son's hip. He looked right into Stiles' eyes.

'Son, this is going to hurt. Try to focus on me, ok?' Stiles nodded weakly. The Sheriff took a deep breath and Stiles bit his lip. The knife was pulled out. Stiles bit back his scream. 'Alright let's get you out of here.' The Sheriff moved to support most of Stiles' weight and began to undo the shackles.

As Stiles tried to keep his breathing in check, he could hear more voices. One sounded like Braeden, but that was impossible. She was in Mexico with Derek.

'Dad?' he whispered. 'Who else is here?' The Sheriff got one of the shackles undone and Stiles' arm fell limply to his side. He was completely exhausted.

The Sheriff set to work on the second shackle. 'It's ok, son,' he said. He got the shackle undone and the teen collapsed onto his father. He could hardly keep his eyes opened.

'Dad…they'll kill Scott…'

The Sheriff started to half lead, half carry Stiles to the back door. 'Scott will be fine. The others are here too.' He sounded like he was trying to reassure himself as well as Stiles.

Stiles was starting to come around more. He became aware of gunfire and yelling. He stopped. 'Dad…we have to help them.' His voice was shaky.

'Stiles, you are in no condition to help them. You've been beaten and lost a lot of blood. I need to get you out to Melissa.' The Sheriff understood his son wanting to help but, he wanted Stiles safe. He continued toward the back door when the door to the room opened.

The two looked up to see Victoriya and her damn whip. She was bleeding from a few cuts and scratches but looked as fierce as ever. She grinned when she saw Stiles and the Sheriff. 'I knew it!'

Victoriya took a few steps toward them. Stilinski shifted Stiles a bit and drew his gun. He put himself between Stiles and the hunter.

'Stay back!' he warned aiming his gun at her.

The huntress grinned. 'Oh I don't need to get any closer.' She used her whip to pull the Sheriff's gun from his hand. She pulled it back and sent it out just as fast. It wrapped around the Sheriff's wrist and the barbs dug into his skin. It hurt like a bitch but he kept a hold of Stiles. The teen was amased at his father's strength. It was short lived, however, as Victoriya pulled back on the whip with more strength than the Sheriff thought possible. Stilinski was forced forward and Stiles slipped from his grasp. Stiles couldn't support himself with the state of his hip and he tumbled to the floor. Victoriya laughed manically as she continued to pull the Sheriff away from Stiles. The Sheriff tried to get the barbs out but as she tugged on the whip, they buried themselves further into his skin.

Stiles tried to push himself to his feet but his leg wouldn't allow him to. He could only watch with blurred vision as his dad struggled. Tears streamed down his face. 'Dad!' he screamed. He felt so helpless. His dad risked his life to come in and get him and Stiles couldn't do anything to help anyone. It was like Matt and Kanima or the Darach all over again. He squeezed his eyes shut.

His eyes snapped open as he remember his dad's gun. Stiles searched the room frantically and then saw it. It wasn't too far from him. He began to pull himself to it. Victoriya didn't seem to notice. His hand closed around the cold metal. Stiles pushed himself up to a seated position and raised the gun with a shaking hand. He had never fired a gun before.

'Hey!' he yelled. 'Let my dad go!'

Victoriya looked over. She now had the Sheriff pulled to her and held a knife to his throat. Anytime he moved she'd pull on the whip. She laughed when she saw Stiles lying on the floor pointing a shaking gun at her. 'You're going to shoot me?'

Stiles took in a deep breath and nodded. 'If you don't let him go…Just let my dad go…'

'How about I kill Daddy and let you watch instead?' she said laughing. She raised the knife to the Sheriff's throat.

'Let him go!' Stiles shouted.

A loud bang sounded and Victoriya's eyes widened as she fell forward. The Sheriff stumbled a bit but remained standing. He looked at Stiles with a shocked expression. Stiles himself was shocked as he dropped the gun. He didn't think he had pulled the trigger. Then he saw Braeden in the doorway. Stiles was both relieved he hadn't killed someone and that his dad was safe. His head swam and the last thing he saw before falling unconscious was his dad running toward him.

The next chapter will be the last. As I said, it's a short fic. Please review!