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Stiles was slowly regaining consciousness. He was on his stomach, the middle of his body twisted slightly. He tried to move and almost screamed in pain. They must have broken more ribs than he originally thought.
Fuck he hurt everywhere.
He cracked an eye open slightly trying to take in his surroundings. They were in the woods, in a small clearing somewhere in the preserve he guessed. Stiles couldn’t tell how deep they were but it seemed darker than usual. He heard voices to his left and turned his head slightly to try and hear what they were saying. They were standing with their backs to him seemingly unconcerned that he might try to escape.
“Leave the boy he is of no use to us anymore. Let them find his body.” He knew that voice. Gerard. Stiles tried to repress the panic that started flowing through his system. Stiles closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried to slip his hand out from under his body in preparation to try and get to his feet and run. He gritted his teeth when the pain in his back flared up.
“What about the wolves?” Another man asked, the disgust clear in his tone. Stiles stopped moving.
“Bring them. They may still be a useful bargaining chip with Hale or Deucalion.” Gerard responded harshly. Stiles moved his head in the other direction. Hale? What would Gerard want with Derek other than to kill him? Isn’t that what this whole torture-the-human thing had been about?!
He turned his head the other way. He could see Boyd and Erica close to him on the ground and he sighed in relief. He wasn’t sure whether or not the hunters killed them after he passed out the last time. He shifted his eyes to the other body.
Huh.
It was another female he didn’t recognize. Stiles decided she must be a wolf as well, but she hadn’t been in the basement with them. At least not that Stiles had seen.
“We can continue to try and get information out of them!” A third gleeful voice almost shouted. Stiles felt bile rising in his throat and was instantly on the edge of another panic attack. He knew that voice too. He had introduced himself as James while he was slicing Stiles’ back open.
He felt the hunters start moving and reached his hand out towards where Erica lay. She seemed to start stirring and Stiles felt his panic continue to rise. As long as Erica, Boyd and the unknown wolf were awake and could heal Gerard would continue to torture them. His hand slid through the grass and he felt a strange pull, like he was swimming through syrup.
He saw the air around the three wolves shimmer slightly, the air undulating slowly. The unknown wolf cracked her eyes open slightly and found Stiles. They widened in terror as she heard the hunters approach from behind her. He felt the need to comfort her and even though he knew he was no match for these disgusting creatures calling themselves men, he had to try. He didn’t know her but he knew no one deserved this.
“Don’t worry, I got you.” He whispered to her as his hand continued forward, her eyes widened and the air shimmered a few seconds more and seemed to settle.
“Well would you look at that! The loudmouth brat survived!” Stiles was jerked up by his hair and he cried out in pain.
“Impossible!” James snarled.
Impossible? Stiles wondered, confused as hell.
“You must be losing your touch James.” Another voice sneered.
“Not for long,” the hunter responded nastily. Stiles was terrified of James. The man had way too much fun with knives. He heard a gun cock. The wolf looked at him again in horror, eyes heavy as she started to pass out once more. A shot rang through the clearing as her eyes drifted shut.