Chapter 6: Nightmares
"They're going to be the death of you Stiles; you just need to accept that." A knife tore into Stiles' side as the voice whispered into his ear. "That is, unless you kill them first. You kill them, and you could save the lives of countless innocent souls. Give in Stiles. You know I'm right. End this torture. I don't want to hurt you."
There was a voice deep down yelling for Stiles to give in, but he couldn't. "They're the ones hurting me? Yeah, last time I checked you're the one torturing me. I have this sneaky suspicion my best friends wouldn't stab me just for the sick pleasure of it like you, asshole. If you really don't want to hurt me then just stop this and let me go." That's it, keep up the snarky comments Stiles, you can make through this. You just have to survive long enough for Scott to find you.
The man laughed. "They've already hurt you Stiles!" He dropped the knife into Stiles' leg and grabbed a needle. "We're just going to have to do this the hard way, aren't we kid?" Without another word he stabbed the needle into Stiles' chest and injected its contents. "You'll see Stiles. You'll understand." His voice seemed to float as everything went black.
"NO! DON'T!" Stiles sat up from his sleep screaming at the top of his lungs, forgetting all about his sore throat. "NO! No, no, no…" He felt two strong arms hold him down and his heart quickened until he realized he was in his room and the arms belonged to Derek and not the man who had held him captive. He tried to catch his breath but it seemed impossible.
Derek turned the light on next to the bed. "Stiles, you're safe. You're home." He repeated the facts until the teenager's breathing and heart rate came back to normal. "Are you okay?" He asked, still afraid to take his hands away from the boy, wanting to help him.
"Yeah…I'm, uh, um, I'm…" Stiles didn't get the chance to finish his lie. Derek's phone went off. "You should get that, it could be important."
The older man didn't want to leave this conversation but he knew he shouldn't leave a call unanswered, especially at a time like this. So he answered the phone, and he was glad he did. Scott instantly started talking in a panicked voice. "Derek! Derek, we can't find Liam! He didn't check in with me and no one else had talked to him in the last hour so I went to check on him and his wasn't at home. Kira and I are driving around looking for him but I can't find him, I don't even smell him…Derek, what if Stiles was right? I've called everyone else and told them to all meet at Stiles' house."
Derek looked at Stiles who was looking at him as if he might break into tears at any minute. "Someone is in trouble, aren't they? He took one of them. He took Liam." He knew this was going to happen. He knew it wasn't over. He knew it and he still let it happen. What kind of friend was he?
Hesitantly, Derek nodded. "Yeah, look Scott, just calm down. We aren't sure if it is anything yet. Just check around, everywhere you can think, and then get back here. Make sure you call me to check in if you aren't here in the next fifteen minutes, okay?" He hung and looked back at Stiles. "I know you wanted to take things slow around everyone but they're all coming over here. I'm sorry but…"
"No, I get it." Stiles took a deep breath. He was worried what the effects of his captor's "lessons" would have on him when he was around all of them but right now that didn't have a choice. One of their own was in trouble, he had to help. "I told you this would happen. He's going to make Scott chose." Stiles tried to get out of the bed but Derek wouldn't let him. "Derek," Stiles made sure the older man was looking him in the eyes. "He's going to make Scott chose between me and Liam. He wants to prove a point. But you have to make sure Scott choses Liam. He's just a kid, he doesn't deserve…"
"Neither do you. We don't make choices like that in a pack, Stiles. We find a Plan B, remember? You're the one who said there's always a Plan B." Derek offered a hand and helped the boy down the stairs to the couch, hoping to avoid the kitchen. "You're just a kid too." He whispered just before the door opened.
Scott barged into the room with Kira in tow. "I can't find him, but I found this." He held up a smashed cell phone. "And look, I don't think this was an accident." He turned the phone over where a symbol was sketched into the back among all of the scratches. "That looks deliberate. Have you seen this before? Does it mean something?"
Everyone seemed confused but Stiles stopped breathing. "Yeah, I know that symbol." He tried to catch his breath but it felt like the world was crumbling around him. He was right back in that basement all over again. For a split second he could feel the doctor's breath down his neck, whispering lies. "That's his symbol. He wanted me to see that. He has Liam. He's going to kill him unless I kill all of you. He's going to present Scott with a decision to prove some point to me and then he'll expect me to kill all of you for that betrayal." Stiles felt his chest start to tighten as a nightmare, no a memory took over his mind.
A scream ripped out of his lips even though he tried to contain it. Stiles took a deep breath before looking back up at the doctor. "You know, tell me the type of blade that is and I bet I can give you a detailed history…" He was cut off by a punch to the face. "Yeah, that's real mature! You need more education in your life doctor! I'm only trying to help." Another punch.
"No Stiles, you're trying to deflect from your own education. I'm the one trying to help you. You see, you're so afraid that if you talk about your furry little friend I'll hurt them instead of you, but you're wrong my dear boy." He stroked the boy's face with a new blade. "No, I'm going to make you my apprentice just like my mentor did many years ago. And once your training…"
"You mean torture and brainwashing." His comment only earned him a nice slash to the shoulder, but he refused to scream again. Not only was he stubborn but he was honestly tired of screaming, his throat ached from it.
The man cleared his throat. "As I was saying, once your training is over your first mission will be to kill off that stupid group of mongrels you call friends." The older man buried the blade into his body, careful not to hit anything important. He was very skilled in his work after all. "You will feel their blood on your hands Stiles and that's when you will feel real freedom. You will know then that what I'm doing now is worth it."
"No, I'll never kill my friends. You, however, I wouldn't mind killing. I would gladly learn that lesson." Stiles' voice was weak but he had to keep talking, had to keep being sarcastic. He wouldn't break. He wouldn't let this man win. "You could never make me kill them. They're pack" He knew that would piss the guy off.
The man chuckled as he went to his table of "tools". He picked up and iron rod and dropped it into the fire at the side of the table. "You aren't a part of the pack Stiles, you are human. They might let you think that but when it comes down to it, they will always put their own kind before you. And one day you will learn that even if I have to force it and that betrayal will push you over the edge. You will kill them with a smile on your face and will turn to me knowing who your real family is." He gave a sick grin before pulling the iron rod out of the fire and holding it tight to Stiles' chest.
Stiles tried not to scream, tried to say something back to defend his pack. Hell he just tried to stay conscious but again the blackness won and the man's words continued to play through his head.
"Stiles? Stiles are you alright?" Scott waved a hand in front of his friends glazed over eyes.
Stiles felt a panic attack on the verge of taking over him. "Oh god, what if he let me go because he did win, I broke. I finished my training. This is the last step." He clenched at his shirt and his hair. "Oh god Scott, I'm going to kill all of you…" He was quickly being lost in panic.
"Hey, Stiles, it's okay. He didn't win. He's not going to win." Scott gripped his friend's shoulders. "Here, do you need to count my fingers again?" He tried to pull him friend out of the panic attack like he did once before. "Stiles, you're safe."
Trying to take deep breaths Stiles shook his head. "But you aren't."
"Stiles come on, no offense, but you just got out of the hospital. You could barely open a water bottle. How could you hurt me? How could you kill a bunch of supernatural beings like…" Before Scott could finish his sentence of false comfort he felt a pinch in his hand and behind his neck as he lost the ability to move his body. "What…"
Stiles leaned over him, one hand holding a pressure point on his hand and the other holding a pressure point on his neck. "You're senses are enhanced which makes your pressure points more sensitive." For two seconds he saw red, the need to kill the werewolf under him. It brought him from his panic but it scared him. Maybe he did finish his training. He quickly removed his hands. "I told you Scott, he tortured me with a purpose." His voice was so quiet only a werewolf could hear it.
Silence filled the room for several minutes. "Maybe we can use that to our advantage." Derek was the one to finally break the silence. "He trained you, right?" Stiles just nodded numbly. "That means you know his tactics. You know how he will attack or how he will defend himself. We can use you to stay two steps ahead."
"We're already two steps behind him. He has Liam." Stiles curled himself into a ball on the couch. None of them understood.
"There's always a Plan B, remember Stiles?" Scott smiled. "We're going to get Liam back. We're going to make it through this without a death count. I promise." He rubbed a hand up and down his friends arm.
A small alarm went off, letting them know it was time for Stiles' medicine. Scott jumped off the couch to get the small orange bottle and some water. Stiles took it willingly before curling back into the couch. "If we're going to fight him, then you're going to have to know more about him." The pills made him feel like he was drifting, like this was all just another nightmare induced by his captor's needle.
/And there's the next chapter with just the beginning of how crazy Stiles' captor really is. I hope you enjoyed but let me know if you did or didn't. Anywho thanks for reading, please review, and have a great day! :)