Chapter 5

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Stiles:

I began to wiggle around and tried to free my hands as the chair slowly started to crumble and fall apart as the wood cracked under pressure. I tried to be as quiet as possible, something extremely new to me and was still trying to grow accustomed to as I worked diligently to get the ropes loose from my arms. The cuffs where tightly looped around my wrists cut painfully as I tried to move around and free myself.

Being human sucked. At least while I was a perceived monster I could heal, and while yes you still felt pain it didn't last long before your wounds were being sealed shut. Being a monster was better than being helpless. That was what my dad would say to the hunters who didn't follow the code and perceived us to be what we simply weren't. Monsters. But quite frankly there was nothing monstrous about us, we were all still human even if we did have a beast inside. We didn't kill for sport thought yes; hunters were nessicary for rogues who even killed their own. The cuffs that they bound me to forced me to loose connection with my animalistic side; the wolf was still there I just couldn't bring it out at whim.

Why now! When even as a human I'm too weak. I thought as I crawled on the floor and slowly making my way out of the rope prison. The cuffs made it so that my hands couldn't move more than six inches apart from each other so I had to work with stretch one arm further over my chest so I had access to both hands, this made the process slow but I was covering ground rapidly. My breaths became short and painful as a sharp piece of wood found its way lodged in my diaphragm.

As soon as I felt the last strip of rope slide down I flipped myself over so I was on my back and breathed a sigh of relief as the pain seemed to drift away. I collected myself enough to try and get my footing and actually stand. When I finally found my footing I began to look for any other door besides the one leading up… to them. A scowl seemed to twist itself into my face before I could really register my actions. The thought of them made my blood boil. I was sure if I was a cartoon I would have smoke coming out of my ears. How dare they think I could do anything as sick as killing my own flesh and blood. All for what? A god damn title?! I couldn't kill a dog let alone murder my entire family.

When I get ahold of that god damn blonde bitch she is going to wish she never fucked with stiles Stilinski… my thoughts came to a grueling stop as I spun on my heals in rage and was about to collide my fist into what looked to be a solid brick wall when I suddenly stopped and gazed upon my savior.

A window.

My eyes went wide with amazement as I almost cried out in joy. I pulled up what looked like an old lawn chair with a giant whole cut up into the back of it making it look even more cheap then what it probably was and climbed up so I can get a look on what lay beneath. There just beyond this little window was my freedom as a pair of winding stairs wrapped around the house and going up. It almost looked like the stairs led to somewhere secret but I didn't have time to inquire about that because those stairs were my freedom.

I jumped down as quickly as humanly possible and started to rummage through the dark dank basement as I glared down at cuffs preventing me from being able to move the right way. There was trash and boxes in all four corners of the room, they seemed mildewed and there was a stench even my now human nose could detect. Now that my eyes were starting to adjust to the dim crud lighting did I finally see the scorch marks that were engraved onto the wall. My eyes for just a moment seemed to water with unshed tears as I saw the evidence of past pain and horrors.

I shook my head and tried to focus. I needed something heavy enough to break through the glass now that my supernatural strength was no longer an answer. That one thought was enough for any sympathy I held in my body to wash away like sand with the tide and the anger to take its place once again.

You can't feel bad for the enemy. Get it together Stilinski. I scolded myself mentally and began to search frantically once again. Every second I was wasting was another I could be caught and this whole escape plan would go to crap. And maybe if I get caught they would put me in something worse than the cuffs. I briefly wondered if I should just give up but the adrenaline was shutting off those thoughts before they can even be processed by the logical side of my brain. I jumped in surprise when my hands brushed into something rough and hard.

I swallowed a lump in my throat as I pulled back the soggy cardboard boxes and jumped with joy as I saw a brick. Actually it was more like a few bricks that had been left down here to rot as if they were going to rebuild this dank place but never got around to doing it. I smiled so much I was almost afraid it was going to stick like that. I grabbed the heavy piece of rock in my hands and walked back to the small window. With my fingers crossed I slammed the brick into the glass. My grin widened as glass shattered into thousands of tiny pieces and fell to my feet.

I prayed that the wolves didn't hear but not even give them a chance to catch me in the act as I climbed on the broken chair and out the portal that held my freedom. I spared a glace backwards when I finally crawled out of the dragons den and allowed myself a small moment to wonder where these stairs lead to and why they were here. It wasn't here for me after all… so it must have a purpose.

Soon I was racing up the stairs as fast as I could trying not to yank on the cuffs to much since the strain I had already endured caused them to bite into my skin and cause them to bleed along with slight swelling. And when I say slightly I mean they are the size of fists. Again anger swelled up at the thought of my unfair imprisonment… I should have just told them. Told them what had happened and how my pack was slaughtered at the hands of that blonde bitch.

It's not like they would listen to you. You're just the traitor that found alpha status though death and deception. I thought timidly and took a breath as if to straighten out my thoughts. I had to keep telling myself that it wasn't my fault… that I didn't do anything. It was all I could do to drain out the voices that constantly told me what a monster I am.

I reached the last stair; I had to undue a latch door directly above my head in order to get out into the fresh cut green grass. My eyes widened when I realized that the stairs didn't just take me in front of the house. Instead I had reached this glorious new setting. There was this beautiful lake that streamed down a perch of rocks and flowed crystal clear water down almost like a mini waterfall. Bushes were aligned all next to this stream and there was a huge bolder perfect for sitting out and watching the stairs to the right of the stream. It was a breathtaking sight. If I squinted hard enough I could almost convince myself that I was down by the lake at home. I had this special place down by our own lake, our property stretched far and wide and we had our very own pier.

I helped build it with my dad… he made it just for me. I had no control… no anchor. To this day I couldn't keep calm and tended to lose it but being out there by the water it made me feel whole. Almost calm.

Memories came flooding back as I was hit with a tidal wave of emotions. I gave a chocked cry as I began to walk toward the small bolder and started to think about my dad. It had taken us an entire summer jut to make the pier but it was well worth it when the finish product was complete. I had lost control more than once but my dad was more than understanding and even tried to help me find an anchor… but nothing seemed to work quite like the soothing sounds of the ocean.

As I sat on the cold stone and looked out at the now night sky I began to wonder if all that was even necessary… where would I even go from here? Where would I go now that I am pack less… alone and afraid. Why the hell did I even bother to leave?

At least with Derek and his group of misfits I was safe from the argents. They would stop at nothing to put a bullet through my heart. Especially Chris now that he thinks I have done something so sinister that it causes him to intervene. I brought my legs up to my chest and for the first time since all this had happened I allowed myself some emotion. Some grief… tears began to flood down my eyes and I let out a piercing scream into the night sky. It sounded twisted and weak.

It sounded like a wolf that just lost his pack… like an omega. It was filled with agony and pain… it just pierced though the skies like a shooting star. As I looked up into the pale black sky and saw that shining moon, it shown out like a ray of hope from a dark corner and it gave me a little hope.

I tried to wipe the tears away but gave up due to the cuffs. I was going to allow myself these tears. I was going to allow myself to feel. When I looked down at my captive hands I couldn't help the gag as I saw that they were now purple. The blood had finally stopped but was replaced with deep cuts and an ugly looking yellow strip gliding across my hands.

"God dammit!" I yelled out at nothing in particular and slowly started to lose feeling in my hands. I needed to get these cuffs off as quick as humanly possible.

"You really should get that checked out…" an eerily familiar voice echoed through the forest, causing my hair to stand up on edge. I swallowed as best I could while my throat was so dry. My fists began to pulse as I tried to clench my fists as much as possible but had to stop due to the immense pain.

"Looks like you finally found me Derek."

Derek:

I began to pace the wooden flooring that I had grown so accustomed to as my own, walking back and forth to and fro so much that I thought very briefly that I would wear the flooring down to the foundation. I don't know what came over me; there was just so much anger that seemed to bubble to the surface. This kid seemed to get under my skin in the worst possible ways.

All I wanted to do was wring his little throat and bash his head in. For some reason my wolf squirmed in his presence and made me more on edge, allowing the little control I had to slip away.

"You okay nephew of mine?" peter asked from his place on the arm of the couch, his smirk of a smile faded off and leaving behind a worried glace. No trace of any cryptic false worry, trying to get the upper hand, no this was just worry displayed in his tone and the hardness of his facial features.

"Yeah… fine. This kid gets to me. I don't know why." I said truthfully, not just to peter but to my whole pack. I finally stopped my pacing long enough to really get a good look at them. They all looked so tired, each seemed as if they hadn't slept in days. Alisson was the worst and next was Lydia; they were both just hunters for the pack… humans. They weren't equipped to go days without rest, their bodies desperately craved it… needed it or else they weren't going to perform at peak condition and cause health risks.

"Have you guys not been sleeping?" I asked, they shouldn't be up that was my job as alpha to worry.

"Look I get why this stiles kid would get a bit under your skin considering all we have been through… but you can't let it affect you dear nephew." my uncle replied completely dodging the question, his voice smooth as silk as he pushed himself off the couch to join me in front of the coffee table.

"It's more than that peter… its different but I can't put my finger on it. It's like I loose myself being around him…"

"Okay Derek what was that? He needs fluids, he is severely weak… I took a risk just by bringing him here…" I was cut off by Deaton finally coming to join the rest of us.

"He's fine…" I tried to find the words to express what exactly just happen… how it came out. I never meant to be that cruel but it just… happened and I lacked the words to explain.

"No he isn't! He hasn't said three words to anyone, he is or rather was an alpha but went long enough without food and water that it started to kill him and affect his healing capabilities, and something isn't right…. I don't like stiles any more than the rest of you but you didn't want to kill him but this is exactly what you're doing Derek!"

When Deaton was finished with his tirade I looked at him, trying to convey how truly sorry I was, I didn't mean to slowly kill the kid, I didn't regret what I said but I regret that I could've caused serious harm to his patient. With one glance Deaton let out an exasperated sigh before giving me his full attention. I smirked just a tad before allowing my face to return neutral, knowing that for once with the cryptic vet that I had won. He understood.

"What did you want to talk to me about Derek? After this I need to return fluids into his body… so make it fast." He responded regaining composer and morphing his face back into the mystic vet I had come to rely on.

"Ok… I need to have a metal made into bars like on prison cells but made out of mountain ash and strong enough that a human can't break them fitted for the window in the guest bedroom." I spoke slowly so that way Deaton could really understand what I was asking of him. I studied the vets face as a wave of emotions crossed his features until finally it clicked.

"You want to put him in there? Not keep him in the basement?" he asked like the thought hadn't really crossed his mind but seemed rather proud I wasn't going to keep him in that dark place.

"Yeah… in prison you at least get a bed. He deserves that until I can figure out something better." I saw the reactions on the packs faces at the mere mention of the killer sleeping in a bed, like it was too good for someone of his sorts, which on some level it was, but he at least deserved this.

"Very smart Derek… it will be done. Anything else I can do for you?" the vet asked at seeing the conflicted thoughts running in my head.

"Yes actually. I was wondering if you had a chain made out of that same metal. I want to hook it on the wall so he can't run. Also so I can keep an eye on him…" I trailed off not wanting to explain any further, as Deaton nodded his head I could see he understood and respected this.

"I actually do and I'll send it right over these are very good ideas Derek, it will assure the safety of your pack… I will also need the measurements for the windows." I nodded in understanding but before he could turn to go get the necessary supplies for stiles I stopped him once again.

"Anything I need to know about these cuffs… any advice?" I asked hopeful he would supply some of his wisdom.

"oh yes, he can have up to an hour a day out of the cuffs before his wolf starts to remerge but he should be allowed at least fifteen minutes out of them or else it will cause some serious problems with his head. That's my professional opinion as a doctor and I beg you to please listen to me." He slightly pleaded. I would take this advice but I wouldn't like it, he should have to rot in chains till he died. But if that is what the doctor asked then that's what I would do. The vet disappeared into the kitchen, only reappearing with a glass of water before he disappeared once again down the basement steps.

As if Deaton leaving gave some type of signal for everyone to say their piece on the subject, everyone began to talk.

"Derek! He doesn't even deserve a bed. He killed his whole pack!" Scott said like I hadn't already thought of this.

"He shouldn't even be living." Jackson joined in.

"If it were up to me he wouldn't be…" peter piped up.

"I agree with them Derek…" Boyd actually joined in, allowing everyone the pleasure of hearing his voice.

"I am not feeling so good about this…" Alisson and Lydia said in semi unison before I flashed my red eyes at the group silencing anymore shouts.

"I know this is isn't the smartest plan I've come up with… maybe I should have let the argents take him but I couldn't. He is a kid… no older then you guys. They would have tortured him… he would be lucky if they killed him. At least here if he so much as looks at any of you wrong I can rip his throat out. Please just trust me!" I asked looking around at my family, pleading with them just to be on my side. I don't know how but I knew I did the right thing back in that forest. I needed them to trust their alpha. I was slipping and becoming soft but that's what my pack had pushed out of me.

Before any of them could supply a reply Deaton busted in, his eyes wide and looking feral. I would almost place it as a look of anger but that wasn't quite it either.

"Stiles escaped." Deaton said and my eyes began to bleed red and fangs crowded my mouth. All I saw was red, out of transformation or just plain anger it was hard to tell but it was all red none the less.

Stiles:

"You didn't exactly make it hard kid." Derek growled, his tone frigid and rough around the edges as if saying it took all of his control not to rip me to shreds right here and right now.

"I know. The rest of them on their way?" I sniffed looking back at the sky, trying to remember the constellations in the night sky. This might be the very last time I would get to see them.

"Yeah… they are. Not going to try and run murderer?" Derek ground out through his teeth causing me to turn back to the other alpha. I wanted to scream and yell, tell them all that I had no part in my family's murder. But what was the point? Why would they listen to me? They all thought I took part in this horrible crime and there was nothing I could say to prove them wrong… I would just have to wait it out… or at least until I could get the argents off my back and make a better escape plan where I actually knew where I was.

"No. You can take me. I won't fight… I won't yell just let me look at the sky for a little longer… please?" I asked as nicely as I could to my captor as I watched his teeth and eyes shift back till he was all man. A very attractive man but a man none the less. And this man was going to lock me up and if he had his way it would be for good.

"Why aren't you running?" the alpha asked quietly as his head turned to the side, looking very much like man than beast. I smiled at his question, even if it was only a slight upturn of my lips.

"Because I didn't do it. I have no reason to run. Take me in or don't it makes little difference to me. I will still be wanted by the argents and by you. You will still think I did it. But here it is. I did not kill my family. Honestly when I prove to you that I haven't done it I don't even know what I will do with my alpha status. You are the only thing between me and torture… and I like my odds with you better than that blonde bitch." I got out without even looking at him. My eyes had drifted shut by the time I had started talking about proving it only to finally open and get a good look at Derek when I finished.

When I looked into the alphas eyes I saw his face drop. His eyes turned into one of understanding for only a moment before it was gone just as it came making me wonder if it had even been there to start with or if I was just imagining things. Pink lips started to part only to be jammed closed again and for a slight moment I thought I had gotten through to him and that he was going to let me go and everything would be fine. It almost felt like everything would go back to normal and my mom and dad would be there… only it would never be like that ever again. All that hope started to crash as soon as I heard the packs voices.

Derek's face went hard as he shook his head, fist clenched by his side.

"You're a murderer and you lie. I don't believe a word you just said. Now stand up or I will rip your throat out… with my teeth." The alpha commanded as his eyes began to bleed red, showing his power and strength in the action. I swallowed the fear down as I submitted my neck to him, more out of habit than actual obligation. At his smirk I began to wish I had never done that. It was bad enough that I was his prisoner I could have lived without becoming his bitch. Which essentially I just did and I could literally feel my stomach drop at that realization.

With that I stood and at that moment the rest of the pack began to join us, all starring and glaring with their hatred in a poorly concealed mask. And with that happy note we began the trudge to my captive's house, completely by foot.

Oh what a joy it was to be human…

Derek:

"He is situated; I re-cuffed him so his hands are between the metal bars on the bed and his hands are above his head. Not the most comfortable position but it will due until we get him accommodated for and the room set up. I gave him a drug to help the swelling in his hands along with sleep." Deaton said as he plopped down onto the couch looking exhausted as everyone felt.

"Thank you Deaton." Came Scotts voice just as I was about to thank the vet. Deaton nodded at the beta and I just continued to stare at the wall blankly as I mulled over all the information that stiles had shared.

"Derek you okay?" Erica yawned out as she pressed herself deeper into Boyd's side

"Something stiles said… he said he didn't do it. And his heart beat didn't waver so he is telling the truth." I said getting to the point too tired to try and hide something until I fully thought it over.

"He lived with wolves he could have learned how to keep his heart steady so he could lie. I did it plenty of times." Peter dismissed waving his hand aimlessly almost hitting Isaac.

"That's what I was thinking… but I don't know. The way he said it… I think I am going to call Chris. I need to know the full story and now. Something doesn't seem right." I concluded and allowed no room for arguments, not that there would be any considering how tired the rest of my pack looked.

Something wasn't right about this kid and I needed answers. Now.

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