Sorry this has taken so long and it's so short. I was having trouble picking up the storyline. It's beginning to flow again, so I hope you enjoy! More will be coming soon.
Scott's head is pounding. He knows that he has been captured, but he can't remember why or how. His thoughts are clouded over, as if someone is breathing into his mind. He shakes his head, trying to clear the feeling, but it remains. It's like he's a little kid again: unsure of the truth, but unable to remember the events that led him here. His head throbs and his breathing is shallow.
When he tires of wondering about this strange feeling, he takes a second to look around him. He seems to be in an underground cell of some sort, and the only other person with him is Sheriff Stilinski. How did they get here? The past is fractured in his mind, like someone tried to erase it but couldn't quite get the job done. His memories are shattered shards of glass, yet he can't remember how they broke.
"Where are we?" Sheriff Stilinski asks him. He has no answer, so he just shakes his head. A moment later, the cell opens on one side and masked men on horses gallop in. The crack of a whip jolts Scott into action. He jumps at the first Horseman, his claws and teeth ready to sink into his flesh. But when Scott latches onto him, his whole body burns, as if he's been set on fire from within. Scott falls away from the Horseman, his strength depleted. He hears Sheriff Stilinski cry out, but it's distant in his ears. He can tell that he's beginning to lose consciousness.
Scott can't remember much. All around him is darkness and pieces of a life he's unable to recall, like blank picture frames hanging in the hall. He knows that there were once pictures there, ones filled with happiness and friendship. But he can't quite access those memories.
A fragment of something still remains in his mind, a memory that he can't place. He looks in on it, as if he's watching himself through a pane of glass. In the memory, Scott sees himself as a five year old, on his first day of kindergarten. Next to him is a boy he doesn't quite recognize, but Scott feels a tug in his heart that makes no sense.
"Hi," Scott says to the boy, a bit shyly. The boy looks Scott up and down, then proceeds to grin.
"Hi. You look like you could use a friend." The boy says this with all the confidence in the world, his grin never leaving his face. Scott decides that he likes this strange boy, so he nods.
"My name is Scott," he says, reaching his hand out for the boy to shake. The boy's grin grows even wider. He meets Scott's hand with his own and shakes it once, very firmly.
"My name is Stiles."
Scott wakes up with a gasp, suddenly able to remember the reason for everything. Stiles. His best friend. No, more than that. His brother. How could he possibly forget?
Scott once again has to take a moment to assess his surroundings: he's in a more open underground area, and Lydia, Malia, and Sheriff Stilinski are all there with him. He closes his eyes and listens to check that they're in fact still breathing, taking a breath of his own once he finds each of their pulses. In the middle of the space, there lies a long, red fabric, leading to what looks like an alter. None of it makes any sense.
Then the doors open and the Horsemen gallop in, surrounding the room, not even approaching Scott or his friends. They all seem to be waiting for something. Or someone.
Finally, after a bit of breathless wondering, a figure is thrown into the room. He's bloody and bruised, barely conscious, but Scott would recognize him anywhere.
"Stiles?" he whispers, scared to hope, afraid to believe. The figure lifts his face, it's features dusty and bruised. Stiles looks awful, hurt beyond his breaking point. But there are happy tears in his tired eyes, and a small lift to the corners of his mouth.
"You remember me?"