Chapter 7: What I've Done

Blood covered his hands, dripped down to the ground. It was warm and sticky. Stiles looked up from his hands to see Malia lying on his bed her chest ripped open, her heart on display. Without much hesitation, Stiles reaches up and takes the heart that's no longer beating. "I thought it would look different." He examined the organ carefully.

"What did you expect? We're still human Stiles." Derek said from the doorway, his eyes glowing. "How could you do it Stiles?"

Stiles smiled. "She was a monster. Just like you Derek. Just like Scott, Kira, and Liam. You're all monsters. If I don't kill you then you'll just kill me." The boy turned as he dropped the heart on the ground and pulled up his gun, pulling the trigger before Derek pull out his claws. The wolf's bane bullet knocked the older man to the floor so Stiles could stand over him. "And you thought I was defenseless. You thought I was weak. Didn't you Derek?"

"Stiles, please…" The dark haired man begged.

But Stiles paid no attention to the begging. He pulled the machete from out from his back pocket and started to carve. "Stiles!" Scott came running down the hall too late. "Stiles! NO!"

"Stiles!" A terrible voice interrupted the vision.

"No!" Stiles tried to sit up, stopped only by restraints. "No, no, no, no…" He looked down at his hands to see blood on them.

A breath ran down the back of his neck. "Don't worry, that's only your blood, for now at least. I just wanted to give you a taste." The doctor walked around the chair, jiggling the syringe in his hand. "It's amazing what one can come up with when they mix science with the supernatural. Just one dose and I can control your dreams. Pretty inventive, is it not?" He smiled.

Stiles took several deep breaths. He hadn't killed them. He wasn't going to kill them. This sick freak was just trying to get in his head. But he's fought something much stronger that tried to mind screw him before and he made it. He can do this. "Not really. I've had a Nogitsune in my head, remember? You're going to have to do better than that."

The man only smiled more. "Oh that's a challenge I accept." He plunged the needle deep into Stiles' thigh once more…

Stiles woke with a start, a hand on his leg. "Stiles? You fell asleep. We weren't going to bother you but then your heart rate…" Kira couldn't hide her concern. This was the first time she was seeing him since he'd been back. Her eyes couldn't leave the scars, deep circles under his eyes, or the obvious weight loss. He looked worse than when they'd been fighting the Nogitsune. "Are you okay?"

The boy cleared his throat and ran a hand over his face. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Someone sat down next to Stiles on the couch, making him jump slightly until he realized it was only Scott. "The others are almost here. Are you sure you can handle this?" He didn't want to push his friend but they didn't have a choice.

"Yeah, I…" Before he could finish the door was opening and Malia was walking into the room. "Malia…" His breath caught. He'd imaged himself killing her so many times he had forgotten what she looked like without blood covering her, forgot what her eyes looked like so full of life. The image of her walk towards him almost sent him into another panic attack. How could this be real? But then a hard slap was delivered to his face. "What the hell…?"

"Malia." Scott tried to be stern but he was shocked as well.

The coyote crossed her arms. "He wouldn't let me see him. Why wouldn't you let me see you?" Her eyebrows came together. "I wanted to see you but it's like you just left me." To everyone else her voice sounded as indifferent as it usually did, but Stiles could hear the hurt.

"I wanted to see you too. I just…I couldn't." He couldn't look at her. Intellectually he knew what he thought he'd done wasn't real. He hadn't hurt Malia. He shouldn't feel guilt for it. But what if he did hurt her? She trusted him so easily…she was the perfect target…

Suddenly Malia was kissing him. This is the perfect moment to stab her with a wolfsbane soaked dagger. The thought jumped into Stiles' mind on reflex. It scared him. He shouldn't be thinking that while a girl is kissing him. "Hey, Malia, you have to take it slow." Scott, thankfully, pulled the girl away from him. "He needs to recover."

Malia shrugged her shoulders and said down next to Stiles, obviously not wanting to be too far away from the boy. "Fine. So what's going on?"

"Liam is missing." Scott sat on the other side of Stiles.

Two more footsteps came through the door. "We think we know where they might have taken him, though." Lydia's voice was heard before she was seen. Her and Parrish, not in uniform, came into the room together.

"How? I lost the scent…" Scott said with a confused look on his face.

"Yes, you lost the scent. Thank god we have someone who actually knows how to track people without their nose." Lydia scoffed. "Police work Scott, it does work on occasion." She stopped, her eyes going to Stiles, wondering if her comment would upset him but he just kept his eyes on his hands as if something were on them. "We think we found something outside the school."

Parrish took a step forward. "There were fresh tire tracks leaving the school. Lydia got a bad feeling just being around them. We found the same tire tracks by the woods just outside town. I thought we should get back-up before going out there, maybe make a plan of some kind before we just run in there guns…" Before he could finish his sentence Scott's phone went off. "Who else do you know outside of this room McCall?"

Scott thought it might be his mom but when he looked at the caller ID, it was Stiles. He looked at his friend and then back at his phone. "It's Stiles' phone." Everyone went quiet as he answered. "What do you want with Liam? Where is he?"

There was a chuckle. "Straight to the point, I like that." The voice was scratchy and deep but also slightly whiny as if he had a stuffed nose. "I want to talk to Stiles."

"No, you're never talking to him again." Scott's whole body tensed. "You can talk to me. What do you want with Liam? Do you want money?" He knew the man didn't want money but maybe there was some way out of this. "Or do you want me? Is that it, do you want a trade? Him for me?"

The man laughed. "You really are that dull, aren't you? Let me talk to Stiles. I won't talk to anyone but Stiles. He knows me. I bet he misses me on some level." There was a definite smile on his lips as he said it that made Scott want to puke. "Don't you want your pup back, McCall? The only way you're going to get him back is if you let me talk to Stiles."

The teen turned to his friend. "He wants to talk to you." He held out the phone reluctantly. He didn't want to put his friend through anymore trauma but he didn't know what else to do.

Before Stiles could say anything the doctor started talking. "Do your friends know about me, yet? Do they know what I've done, Stiles?" He laughed. "More importantly, do they know what you've done? Have they been informed on the training you so adamantly called torture? If they really are your friends, as you've claimed time and time again, then you should tell them shouldn't you? True friends can forgive even the worst things. But you don't regret what you've done, do you? And that's what they won't be able to forgive. I turned you into something wonderful Stiles."

"No." Stiles found his voice. "What I've done was…" He couldn't finish his sentence with everyone looking at him. "Where is Liam? What do you want?"

There was a hum before the man spoke again. "Can you forgive what you've done? Can you accept what you've become? You're going to have to if you ever want to see Liam again. I'm sending you a little present, a special gift just for you. If you handle it the way I taught you to, then I'll give you a location. You and your friends, assuming they're still your friends, can come face me. Once we've had a little face to face I'll give you the location of Liam. Deal?"

"It's never that simple with you." Stiles said through gritted teeth. "What are you going to do?"

The doctor laughed again. "Oh, Stiles, my dear boy, where's your sense of adventure? I thought you were the spunky one."

"I have plenty of spunk doctor, just enough left to…"

Before Stiles to finish his snarky comment he was interrupted. "Be careful Stiles, I do have Liam sitting in your seat. And your gift is about to arrive any minute now. Have fun apprentice." With that he hung up and the doorbell rang.

Derek went to the door with Scott, taking defensive stances. But when they opened the door there was only a red wooden box with Stiles' name on it. They couldn't pick it up; it seemed to be made of mountain ash. So Lydia had to pick it up and bring it to the boy sitting on the couch. "It could be an explosive; you should let me look at it." Parrish mentioned, still thinking like a cop instead of someone involved with the supernatural.

With a deep breath Stiles shook his head. "No, he never liked explosives. Plus, I think he still has hopes that I'll join him. I think I know what this is and I think I know what the gift on its way is." Slowly Stiles opened the box to reveal an old friend, an old nightmare. "That bastard…" With shaking hands he lifted the dagger out of the box. "You guys need to leave. Now."

"Stab him Stiles. Put the blade through the flesh. It's natural. We are made to kill beasts. It's no different than killing a deer, bear, or real wolf." The doctor's voice whispered heavily in his ear, his breath a constant ghost on the back of his neck. "Do it Stiles. Do it and this will all end. Don't you want it to end? Aren't you tired?" His voice was sickly sweet.

With tears drying, Stiles pulled the blade down on the shaking, shivering, and begging form tied down below him. A release came over his body. He did it. And he did it again. He kept moving the small dagger over and over until the begging stopped and the body stilled all its moving. The beast was dead. "Oh god, what have I done?" Stiles stepped away once the deed was done and his senses came back to him but the dagger was still placed in his hand. It was weird, but it seemed to fit perfectly there as if it belonged; made just for his hand.

The doctor smiled, he finally had accomplished something with Stiles. "Be proud of what you have done Stiles. This is only the first step."

Stiles backed away until he hit the wall, slowly sliding down it, as he kept shaking his head unable to believe what he had finally become and what the doctor had finally gotten him to do. "What have I done?"

/There is the first contact with the captor! There will be a fight scene next with Stiles being a bad ass next. I hope you guys are enjoying this, let me know please. Anywho thanks for reading, please review, and have a great day! :)