To Be Who I Am

Returning to Hell

It was very clear what they had to do, Stiles didn't like it one bit but they had to go back, they couldn't leave those injections there and it was the only thing he could think of that would stop himself from becoming blind with range again, without constantly needing to rely on Corey to keep him stable. 

He thought Corey would be wary of him, knowing that the only thing keeping him from going berserk was the omega's pheromones but surprisingly Corey seemed to relax around him, and the nerves he had seemed to ease as they walked closer the facility, Corey leading the way, since Stiles didn't remember the way. 

They arrived at a ginormous warehouse, it didn't look like anything suspicious, apart from its size that took at last five football pitches and the pitch black purply gates surrounding it. 

Stiles looked on with surprise at a small part of the gate that had been wretched from the ground, lying on its side, metal bent and broken, scattered around. 

This it seemed was the only way in, which meant...? 

"Did I do that?" Stiles asked, shocked at his own destructive capabilities, he know he'd gotten a lot stronger but still it was hard to wrap his mind around. 

Sure, he had killed many of his guards, bare handedly, that alone should be enough to understand that he was strong, but breaking metal on the other hand... oh, wait, hadn't he somehow broken free from those steel clasps? 

"Yeah, you were a bit scary but I figured it would be best to follow you than stay in there, even if everyone who was in charge was dead" 

Stiles nodded, a satisfied feeling curling in his gut at Corey's words, he didn't regret it, not one bit. 

They both carefully walked through the destroyed gate.

Corey lead him into the building and the smell of blood made Stiles wrinkle his noses and soon after that they were faced with multiple metal doors spread across the blood soaked white corridor that had been wretched open and bodies of guards lying collapsed on the floor. 

As they made their way through the metal doors, many of the guards Stiles realised with surprise were on their knees in a submissive position. 

"Many of them lost the will to fight and begged for you to spare them, I never seen anything like it! I think it had something to do with your alpha pheromones, but you could direct them at the guards so I didn't feel them that much. They're all dominants, so it was actually nice seeing them experience being pushed down by someone else's pheromones for a change" Corey said, seeing Stiles confusion and wanting to explain but there was clear glee in his voice and he smiled darkly while looking down at the bodies.

Stiles knew that the old him would have found this and Corey's expression disturbing but now? He felt the same way as Corey, why should he care about these people? They got what was coming to them.

"Good" Stiles said coldly. 

They walked for what felt like over half an hour, going through multiple torn apart metal security doors and many different corridors. 

 Until they reached a door at the end of one of the corridors and instead of a corridor, it lead into area with multiple cells, that looked like cages. 

Corey swallowed and Stiles stiffened, they were here.

This was where the test subjects were kept, this was where they had been kept. 

The area was so large that they could not see the end of cells in site. 

They continued to walk, not speaking to each other, both thinking about their memories in this hell hole. 

This is different, you're free, Stiles told himself as he felt bile rise up inside him. He tried not to look at the empty cell, ghosts of those who didn't make it, like Lilly. 

His hands started to tremble, he wasn't sure which emotion he was expressing, grief or rage?

Corey released even more of his pheromones, to calm Stiles but also himself down even more. 

Stiles knew where to go and he took the lead, remembering where he was taken by the guards every day. 

Where he fought tooth and nail to get away from but now he was heading back, so soon after but he had no choice. 

They entered the lab where the test subject would be held down in steel clasps as they were injected. 

"They should be around here somewhere" Stiles said grimly. 

They didn't have to look very far, a cabinet was had a security lock on it, they definitely weren't trying to hide it. 

With ease Stiles broke the lock, metal bending and cracking in his grip. 

Feeling satisfied with himself Stiles opens the cabinet and inside were a couple of hundred of injections. 

"Is there a bag anywhere? We got some work to do" Stiles said grimly. 

Corey found one and they carefully put all the injections into the bag, noting that they were all labeled with Dom or Sub on them. 

After finding the injections, they explored more of the facility and found more labs were they collected every single injection they found.

Corey took down some mental notes on what chemicals they found. 

After they collected the injections in a lab they would destroy the lab, making sure that these labs couldn't be used against anyone else again, well it was more like Stiles destroyed it while Corey sat back and cheered from the sidelines. 

Once they were done, they looked on the maps to see if there was anything else that they should destroy. 

Corey was a little more pale as he looked at the map and he said shakily, staring at location on the map. 

"Should we go and see them?"

Morge. 

The location was a morgue, very close to the labs, inside this building.

Stiles gritted his teeth, thinking about Lilly, should he go and see her before he left this place for good, or not? 

He wanted to leave this place and never return as soon as possible but there was still an urge to see where Lilly was left to rot. Was it a cremation place, he wondered. 

"I think they deserve a final goodbye" Stiles said. 

They deserved to be at peace.