p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="898e97c84088ed2501f18d9276bfea9b"Scott POVbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I wake in a dark room, with Liam tied up in a chair next to me. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Thank god, I thought you were dead for a second there." He says. I try to move towards him to untie him, but I soon realise that I'm tied up as well. I try to break the piece of rope that bounds my hands together, but I can't. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Wolf's Bane." Liam looks at me. I try again, with much more force this time, but still nothing. I let out a long groan. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Scott, why are you here? How did Theo convince to come with him?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"He said I could let Stiles live- shit. shit shit shit shit."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"What? Scott? What's wrong?" br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"He shot Stiles, I don't know where, I don't even know if he's okay, I need to know if he's okay-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Oh stop being such a drama queen."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Is Stiles okay?"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"I honestly have no clue, I took off as soon as I pulled the trigger, don't even know where I hit him. Could his leg, his brain, we don't know."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"What if he's dead. Please I need to know if he's okay-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Go cry me a river."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Seriously, mate-" Liam starts but Theo hits him on the back of the head, making him unconscious. I scream and try to make my way out of the rope, but is useless. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Theo, let him go. What the hell do you want with him?" br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"I want what I've always wanted," he looks at me, "Power." I see his snarly grin, and then darkness./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b851d7944648247a1a54b71b5d2d1659"Lydia POVbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I feel a squeeze on my hand. I wake up in a hospital room, holding Stiles' hand. I look up at him. He is half asleep but he still manages to smile at me. I move closer to him and stroke his face. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Oh Stiles, thank god-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"He took Scott, now he has Scott and Liam, Lydia he's getting to us he's-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Stiles, please clam down. You need to rest. Go back to sleep."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"You want to know what's the worse thing, I can't do anything about it. Nothing at all." A tear rolls down his face. I wipe it away. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"It's alright Stiles, everything going to be fine."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"How do you know that Lydia. He could kill any one of us. He could kill you, and I be stuck in this bed watching the walls, I need to get out, I need to help them-" He sits up and swing is his legs across the other side of the bed. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Stiles!" I scream. "Stiles, you need to rest. Please just stop for one second and breathe." He crying now. The tears just keep rolling down his cheeks. I move to where he is and sit next to him. I grab his hand and interlink it with mine. I place my head on is shoulder and he wraps his leg around me. His kisses the top of my head, and we just sit there, in silence, listening to each others breathing. I feel at peace. That is until Derek comes bursting through the doors, panting. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"We know where he's keeping them, we know where Scott and Liam are."/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="b851d7944648247a1a54b71b5d2d1659"Lydia POVbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I feel a squeeze on my hand. I wake up in a hospital room, holding Stiles' hand. I look up at him. He is half asleep but he still manages to smile at me. I move closer to him and stroke his face. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Oh Stiles, thank god-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"He took Scott, now he has Scott and Liam, Lydia he's getting to us he's-"br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Stiles, please clam down. You need to rest. Go back to sleep."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"You want to know what's the worse thing, I can't do anything about it. Nothing at all." A tear rolls down his face. I wipe it away. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"It's alright Stiles, everything going to be fine."br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"How do you know that Lydia. He could kill any one of us. He could kill you, and I be stuck in this bed watching the walls, I need to get out, I need to help them-" He sits up and swing is his legs across the other side of the bed. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"Stiles!" I scream. "Stiles, you need to rest. Please just stop for one second and breathe." He crying now. The tears just keep rolling down his cheeks. I move to where he is and sit next to him. I grab his hand and interlink it with mine. I place my head on is shoulder and he wraps his leg around me. His kisses the top of my head, and we just sit there, in silence, listening to each others breathing. I feel at peace. That is until Derek comes bursting through the doors, panting. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /"We know where he's keeping them, we know where Scott and Liam are."/p
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