Stiles felt the suffocating heat of the flames; he heard the high pitched laughing that would get on people's nerves, but was actually creepy, the taunting voices telling him to fight back, and the smell of sulfur, ashes, blood, and fear. He was on the yellow ground, feeling the scratchy sensation on his arms and legs, a female straddling his waist, and the sharp pain of something craving into his skin on his arm. Somebody else was craving into his other arm, and he tried not to scream. He was going to show them he's strong.
That was when Stiles woke up, looking into the face of Jason, who was sitting cross-legged at the foot of his bed, staring intently at Stiles. He had his fingers entwined together, and had his elbows on his thighs. His knuckles were wrapped up, and his bracelets on his right wrist.
"Holy shit." Stiles blurted out, grabbing at the blankets.
"I feel offended that you said I'm holy. I'm not holy because I'm going to Hell." Jason said, not leaving his position.
"Okay, why are you watching me sleep? Especially right there? That's a twenty on the creepy scale of one to ten." Stiles said. "It would be thirty, but you didn't crawl in through my window." Truth be told, what Jason was doing and where Jason was, it's higher than Peter Creeper Status. Actually Derek watched him sleep wasn't that bad because he sits in the desk chair, but Jason actually got on the bed with Stiles still sleeping in it. "Why are you watching me sleep?"
Jason blinked and looked at Stiles. "There was nothing on TV."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Get out of my bed you goof." He managed to kick Jason out of the bed, hearing a thump, when Jason landed. Stiles smiled, rolling over intending to go back to sleep, but of course, since God hates him, Derek crawled in through the window, for whatever reason.
Jason stood up and clutched his ribs. Derek and Jason had a stare-off.
"Hunter." Derek greeted with venom.
"Werewolf." Jason said back, making sure icicles dripped off his words and acid dripped from the icicles. Jason sat cross-legged on the bed. Stiles rolled his eyes behind his closed eyes.
"What's this I heard about you going to Hell?" Derek asked.
Jason shrugged. "I damned my soul to Hell." Stiles sat up.
"I have an idea. How you sit quietly and I go see what he wants?" Stiles said and Jason narrowed his eyes. His black shirt baggy, the black vest over the black shirt and his baggy black shorts, made his pale skin, look even paler, it made his half-blue half-green eyes stand out. Stiles got out of bed and tried to ignore the throbbing in his busted knuckles.
Derek stared at Jason.
"No worries. I left my weapons at home." Jason said, holding his hands up in surrender. Derek narrowed his eyes at Jason one last time, ignoring the way Jason rolled his eyes, and looked at Stiles.
"What do you want?" Stiles asked, stretching slightly, and Derek's eyes landed on the thin red line on Stiles' stomach, he was still trying to figure out what caused that.
"The, you know what, is going for the weakest, so they might be targeting you." Derek said, eyes flickering to Jason. He still wasn't going to trust that kid yet.
"You know what? You mean the Alpha Pack." Jason said. "That group of Alphas that plans on destroying you for no reason whatsoever." Jason shrugged. "I could help you know. I could get…" He trailed of momentarily and looked at Stiles who shook his head no frantically. "My group of hunters to help you guys out." He finished.
"I'm not going to be responsible for you and your group of hunting kids." Derek said, trying to figure out why Jason looked at Stiles, as if he needed permission for finishing that sentence.
Jason rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest in a defiant manner, making him look even younger. "Alice is eighteen and Mary is seventeen. How else do you think I get around hunting? On a skateboard or a bike? I'm pretty sure it would look suspicious if I go around holding a backpack with weapons." Derek had to admit that Jason had a point on that, but he doesn't want to be responsible if those three were to die. He wouldn't be able to handle it if the police told the kids' parents about their kids' deaths, and have them start crying over each other or something.
"Anyway, my parents don't care I hunt. They never noticed I'd been gone for five months. Alice and Mary's parents don't even care that they're hunters." Jason looked eager. "We fought werewolves before and we made it out alive without getting bitten or dying. I'm sure we could handle an Alpha Pack. I've been hunting since I was six years old. I think you might need the extra help." Well, that idea was tempting. "And Mary, she's a witch, and I'm sure she could whip up some vines to tie down some Alphas and then you guys could gang up on them and kill them together, while we distract the Alphas." Now, Jason was throwing ideas out there. He wasn't sure if Mary could actually conjure stuff like that, in a middle of a fight.
"Why so young?" Derek said.
"Alice said that she needed some people to help, so she recruited us." Jason said half-lying and half telling the truth.
Derek stared at the kid; who was risking his life at hunting, even at six years old, now fourteen years old. A kid who had seen the darkest of the earth, trying to protect lives at the cost of his own, one who had probably grown up in the backseat of a car, one who never had real parents because Stiles said that they mostly went out to parties in the daytime. The offer was still tempting, but Derek finally made his decision.
"I said no and that's final." Derek said and left through the window, hearing Jason say, "You weren't lying when you said that they go through your window."
Stiles sighed, once he knew they were out of werewolf ear-shot or something. "Why did you ask that?"
"It's better to ask, than to waltz right on in the middle of fighting." Jason explained and shrugged. "Besides, it's better than just sneaking over there without permission."
Stiles rubbed his temples. He started to get a headache. "I think he's going to expect three, not four anyway."
Jason waved a hand. "Doesn't matter, we're still going to fight, with or without his permission anyway."
Stiles smiled and walked over to Jason, ruffling his hair. "Yeah we are, bitch. I taught you guys well. I'm so proud." Stiles referred to how the others have a habit of not doing what they are told.
A/N: I hope you know what the first paragraph is one of Stiles' times in Hell. Sorry there's no Scott, Boyd, Erica, Lydia, Jackson, and Allison in it, but I'll find a way to work them in there. Out of curiosity, did I make Mary and Alice Mary-Sues?