Chapter 2: Pain Begins
When he came to he was strap to a chair. He looked around but it was too dark to see anything. A voice came through the darkness making him jump. "I'm sorry about your father. I didn't mean for anything like that to happen." With the voice came the sound of heavy steps, like boots walking around in a circle, and then there was a tapping. Stiles couldn't figure out what the tapping noise was; some kind of metal maybe? "All I paid them for was you. There was no need for violence. There is enough violence in your life and plenty in your future. You didn't need that. So when I say I'm sorry, I truly mean it. Please understand that."
Stiles tried to adjust his eyes to the light but nothing seemed to help. His mind was still fogged with whatever they had dosed him with. "Who are you? What do you want?" He tried not to sound scared or weak. He needed answers.
The voice came closer, the metal tapping starting to sound dangerous. "Who I am isn't the important part. Who any of us are isn't important. The parts we play…now that's important. And you Stiles, you've been playing a very perverse role. I'm here to fix that." The voice was right behind him now, its breath touching the back of his neck and the metal tapping hitting the back of the chair. "You are a human, a smart kid, really. I mean, what would Scott have done without you? You found out about werewolves and so much more…" He stopped and placed his hands on Stiles' shoulders, finally the metal object was revealed. Stiles could feel a metal blade resting in the hand of the man, resting on his person. "I understand that you were protecting your friend in the beginning. You just wanted to protect the boy you considered your brother. I know that's how that started. But you saw the danger. You saw the monsters they are. And you still protect them. After all this time, it's not just a stupid kid's mistake thinking he's protecting a monster who used to be his friend. You made a choice, the wrong choice."
The knife came around to his throat and Stiles tried to pull back. "Scott isn't a monster. He never hurt anyone, at least no one who didn't deserve it. He's saved people, he doesn't kill."
"He turned an innocent kid." The knife pressed closer to his throat.
"He didn't have a choice! If he didn't bite him Liam would have died! Scott would never turn someone just to turn them. He is not a monster. He isn't doing this for power." Stiles felt a slight sting as the blade slid across his skin. "I would never let him hurt someone like that. We wouldn't let Liam hurt anyone. Or Malia or…" He didn't get to finish his sentence, a fist slammed into his jaw.
Another fist slammed into his ribs before the voice spoke up again. "You are sick Stiles. Your mind has been tricked into thinking these animals are good, that they are your friends. But they aren't Stiles. They will turn on you. You are a human, you aren't one of them. There are only two endings for you Stiles. You will either end up dead or you will turn into a monster yourself." The blade slashed across Stiles' chest. "You got a taste of that once Stiles. How did you like it? Do you want your life to end up like that? Do you want your life to be so bloody? Maybe if you hadn't been involved with them your dad would be alive right now. Think about that Stiles." The voice started to fade away. "Think about it."
"You are the reason my dad is dead!" Stiles pulled against his restraints, effectively knocking himself over to the floor still attached to the chair. "Scott!" Stiles didn't know who else to yell for. "Help me! Someone help me! Scott! Malia! Derek! Somebody!" He yelled until his throat was raw and he fell into a sore, nightmare-filled sleep, only to be awoken by more pain…