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Into the Dark Part 2

Before anyone said another word, Scott kicked open the door. What was behind it? Nothing could have prepared them for such a disturbing thing.

Lydia screamed. Stiles was sprawled out on the bed, naked. There were still socks on his feet, but as frightened eyes traveled upwards his body, all three gasped. Blood was dripping own Stiles' thighs and claw marks tattooed his chest. Kira and Lydia turned away from the scene in horror. Scott's eyes were filling with tears as he walked toward the boy on the bed. He reached down and grabbed Stiles' boxers.

"Stiles? Buddy? I need you to put these on." Scott whispered,watching his best friend. The brown haired boy had one eye sealed shut with blue surrounding it and the other stared straight up at the ceiling.

Scott let out a half-sob as he reached the bed. He pulled one of Stiles' legs up at a time and maneuvered the boxers onto the boy. The alpha couldn't think clearly with the sound of the girls' cries. He reached up to Stiles' wrists, that were tied to the bedposts with shoelaces, and untied them as gently as possible. Scott's hand brushed against Stiles and he felt the most pain he'd ever felt in his entire life. He cringed as he attempted to clear the water from his eyes.

"Stiles, we need to get you out of here, okay?" Scott received no answer and this only intensified the pain he was feeling.

"Scott?" Kira was at said boy's side with a sheet of paper. The werewolf ripped it from his girlfriend's hands and read it.

Dear Scott McCall,

This is only the beginning.

-The Benefactor

Without warning, Scott wolfed out. He howled louder than ever before and when he returned to human form he could hear the people downstairs running from the house scared of whatever could be upstairs. They had no idea. Not one at all.

"You're going to be fine, Stiles. You're going to be quite alright." Scott choked back a sob as he returned to his best friend's side. He pulled Stiles' naked chest towards himself and pulled him into himself. He was careful of the scratches as he helped the brown haired boy to get to his feet. Lydia touched her fingers against Stiles' cold flesh, but even this did not evoke a reaction from the boy.

Even with Scott holding Stiles in his arms, he could feel the boy's knees buckle from under him. He reached an arm under Stiles' knees and began to bridal carry him. Lydia walked next to the alpha with one of her hands in Stiles' and tears streaming down her face. Kira followed close behind in an attempt to stay out of the way.

Once downstairs, Scott remembered that Stiles' keys had been in his pants. He could feel his best friend shivering and he placed a hand on his bare side pulling him closer.

"Stiles, do you know where your keys are?" Scott spoke softly and when he got no reply Kira gave him a look and ran back upstairs.

Scott and Lydia continued on outside to Stiles' jeep and waited a couple of minutes for Kira to return.

"I have his keys. And upstairs I found something else..." Kira raised a lighter in the air and then pocked the item before unlocking the jeep.

"Lydia, can you please hold him? I'm gonna need to drive and I need you to keep him warm for me." Scott whispered hugging Stiles even closer to his chest. Lydia nodded and climbed into the backseat. Scott passed the unmoving boy to the teary faced banshee who immediately pulled him into her arms. The alpha sighed and went to the other side of the car.

A million thoughts were going through Scott's head, but as he looked at Stiles though the rear-view mirror only one thing was sure; the Benefactor was going to die.

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