Chapter 8: The Gift

The whole house shook. He knew what was coming but he didn't want to face it. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't…no, this can't be happening, maybe he had never escaped and this was just another delusion, another lesson. "No, no, no." Stiles shook his head, his eyes transfixed on the dragger, refusing to look at anyone standing around him.

"Stiles what's going on?" Lydia tried to break through Stiles' chant of no's.

Everyone took a step back when Stiles jumped up, dagger ready in his hand. "You all need to leave before it gets here. You're not going to like what you see. I'm sorry." He whispered the last words.

"Stiles, we just got you back, we aren't going to just leave you. Who is this guy? What gift? What's going on?" Scott asked, full of confusion. His mind was reeling with questions ever since the phone call. What did he mean what Stiles had done, what Stiles had become? "Stiles just talk to us. We can help…" Before he could finish his sentence the front door shattered, breaking into pieces.

A large man in torn clothes came through the broken door with his teeth elongated into fangs and his nails drawn out into claws: a werewolf. But he wasn't just any werewolf. As the others in the room stepped forward ready for a fight the man's eyes glowed red, he was an alpha. As he threw Derek and Parrish easily across the room, they realized he was a strong alpha.

As the fight ensued something clicked for the boy with the dagger, his instincts switched into what the man had drilled into him. Stiles waited, like he'd been trained, and not too long into the fight there was the perfect opportunity. While the alpha was holding Scott against the wall Stiles snuck over and drove the dagger into the werewolf's side and pulled the poisoned steel down into the meat. When the beast dropped Scott, Stiles pulled the dagger up and across the roaring werewolf's chest. Then, without a second thought, Stiles took the dagger out long enough to make another slash into the creature's torso, making a large X. The werewolf howled in pain and slashed out, leaving four marks down Stiles' shoulder but the boy didn't show any sign of feeling the slashes. He positioned his hand perfectly on the X, pushed in with his dagger and pulled it out with the heart on the tip of his blade. The werewolf dropped to the ground before Stiles could even register what he had done.

The room had gone from unbelievably loud with growls, howls, and grunts of fighting to complete silence. The only noises were the heavy breathing of those who had been fighting the dripping of the dead man's blood. No one could believe what they just saw. Stiles had killed at alpha single handedly. Stiles, skinny, defenseless Stiles had killed a man. Not even Scott, the true alpha had killed someone. This wasn't the Stiles they knew. This wasn't the Stiles they had all known and loved.

The boy in question fell to the floor on his knees in front of the dead body. Derek seemed to be the only one who could move while everyone else froze in pure shock. The older man walked forward and placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder. "It's going to be okay Stiles." He tried to give the same comfort the boy had once given him.

Stiles shook his head. "No it's not." Stiles dropped the dagger, letting it hit the ground with a sickening noise because of the heart still attached to it. "No one touch the blood. The blade was poisoned with a special wolfsbane." He tried to keep his voice mechanical but it still came out like he was holding back a sob. "I need to clean this up." Stiles tried to stand up, but the adrenaline that had just been pumping through his body seemed to have drained away and he swayed as soon as he stood.

Luckily Derek was there to catch his elbow (the one free of poisoned blood). "You're still weak Stiles. We will find a way to clean this up, you need to go upstairs and shower and bandage your shoulder. Then you're going to explain to us what just happened and who was on the phone. We need to know more about what happened to you when you were…when you were taken."

Stiles took a few steps away from his friends and leaned on the wall. "I'm sorry." He whispered, unsure of what else he could say. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll help you upstairs." Lydia put one of Stiles' arms around her shoulders and led him upstairs.

Everyone just stared at the body in front of them. "How was he even able to do that? He can barely stand on his own." Scott couldn't believe what he had seen with his own eyes. "I mean, how could he have learned any of that? We saw the scars. Hell, we saw the new marks." The teen turned to the officer in the room. "Remember when he came back? He was mumbling something. Do you remember what he was saying?"

Parrish thought back to the day the boy had stumbled into the police station covered in blood with only a pair of torn boxers on and nodded. "Yeah, it didn't make sense then and honestly I was just too shocked to see him to pay attention to what he was saying fully. But I wrote some of it down. Something Sheriff Stilinski taught me was to never let anything go unnoticed." He pulled out the notebook as the memory of that day flooded his mind…

It had been an uneventful day, not even a noise complaint. But it was just after three o'clock which meant it was time for Scott's daily check on Stiles. It had been over a year and the boy refused to give up. Parrish hadn't given up either but he also couldn't keep using police resources on a cold case.

The young officer was ready for the dark-haired teen to walk through the door but what he wasn't ready for was the red head, who he'd come to really care about, to come running through the door as well. "Lydia? What are you doing here? Scott, what's wrong?" He noticed the stone expression of fear of Scott's face. He pulled the two into his office, even if he still called it Stilinski's office most days.

The petite teen shook her head. "I had this dream last night and then today during free period I was driving around and found myself parked in front of Stiles' house. And just now…" Tears were streaming down her face. "I've felt him before. I've had nightmares and glimpses of Stiles but nothing like this. There was so much blood and then…and then it was like I was just wondering. I couldn't find anything. I was wondering around the woods and the streets, just lost. I wasn't scared or trapped anymore, just lost. But I wasn't me, I was Stiles…" She ran her manicured fingers through her silky hair.

"I found her wondering around headed towards here. I think it has something to do with Stiles." Scott put a hand on Lydia's shoulder. "This is the first lead we've had in…" Before he could finish his sentence there were gasps and other officers yelling for Parrish at the front.

The three of them rushed to the front door to see the unbelievable. There stood Stiles, trembling and mumbling. Blood was still dripping off of him. Deep cuts and bruises covered his body. He was only wearing the thin fabric of a pair of boxers that were torn in most places and drenched in blood as well. But the hardest part for Parrish to look at, even though he'd been to war and seen some terrible things while on the force, were his feet. The boy's feet were torn, blistered, and bleeding. It looked like he'd been walking for miles on bare feet.

After the shock had finally subsided at the sight of seeing the lost boy, Scott and Lydia ran to their friend even if he flinched at their sudden presence and Parrish quickly ran to grab a shock blanket to wrap around the young man. "Stiles, you need to sit while someone calls for an ambulance. Someone get a bus here!" Parrish yelled the last part over his shoulder as he wrapped the blanket around the kid.

Obviously traumatized and in shock, Stiles just kept mumbling. "I don't want to kill them. I can't kill them anymore. The pain was better, just bring the pain back. I can't kill them." He held onto the blanket as if it were a lifeline. "I just have to get to my dad. Once I get to my dad, I'll be safe. I can sleep."

The three hovering over their new found friend looked up at each other with concerned faces afraid that Stiles didn't know about his father's death. "Stiles, buddy," Scott cautioned. "Your dad, um, well when you were taken your dad was…"

"No!" Stiles' scream cut him off. "No, no, no, no, no…" He started gripping his hair letting the blanket fall. His friends shuttered seeing the wounds up close again. "He's always alive in the dreams. He has to be alive. How do I stop the dream…" He looked up at Scott with complete and utter fear in his eyes. "No, no I won't kill him. You can't make me. I won't do it!" He started freaking out, trying to get far away from everyone. "No, no, no, I won't kill him! I won't kill anymore!"

Lydia approached her friend. "It's okay Stiles, you're safe. You found us. You can sleep now; you don't have to do anything else." Her voice was so soft and gentle.

Scott took a step next to Lydia. "Yeah, buddy, you can sleep now. You're safe. I'll keep you safe, I promise." He put a hand on Stiles' shoulder, taking some of the pain hoping it would relax Stiles. "Just calm down, it's all going to be alright. You're back, you're safe." He just kept chanting words of comfort until Stiles sat back down and eventually passed out between Lydia and Scott while they waited for the ambulance fearing what had happened to their friend.

After calling Deaton, the group had managed to clean up the mess and a few minutes later Stiles stood at the top of the stairs with his hair wet from the shower. "I don't think I can make it down the stairs. Adrenaline helps to take out an alpha but the crash from it just…" He blew air out of his mouth and tried to smile as Scott came to help him down the stairs and settle him on the couch. "Thanks."

Everyone was quiet for a while, still unsure on how to broach the subject. "Stiles, what just happened? How did you do that? You can't fight. How did you know the dagger was poisoned?" Malia broke the silence with her bluntness.

Stiles laughed a little at Malia's candor. "It's a long story. He didn't just torture me, it wasn't that simple. He wanted to turn me into someone like him. He called them his 'lessons'. At first he would just rant and give facts while he tried to break me. Words and bruises, that was step one. Then he started playing mind games on me. He would inject me with this stuff to mess with my dreams. It was non-stop torture. I couldn't escape it. Even if I passed out during one of his sessions he would just inject me and I'd have to endure it in my dreams. That's when he would show me videos of his kills and tell me about his techniques." Stiles wiped a tear that had escaped his eyes.

Scott sat down next to his friend and put a hand on Stiles' knee. "It's going to be okay."

"No it's not Scott. You haven't heard all of yet and I don't think you will like me when I'm done. I don't think any of you will." Stiles stared at his hands as if they were still covered in blood.

/Tada! Next chapter! I'm definitely going to have more with Stiles and the crazy psych, hunter doctor but I was wondering what you guys would think about some flashbacks from Scott's point of view from when Stiles was missing, worth it or leave it out? Anywho thank you so much for read, please review to let me know what you think, and as always have a great day! :)