𝕬𝖓𝖙𝖎-𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔

𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘

The team: Barry, Kara, Mon-El, Diggle, Felicity, Oliver, Roy, Alex, Cisco, Sarah and Stiles, tried to find their way out. 

Slade and Damien appeared, Slade looks at Stiles's sick form and admits he used the Mirakuru serum, a new and more dangerous batch, that doesn't only makes you stronger, this batch makes you into a monster. Stiles was angry to say the least and gave Slade an aneurysm, using his powers.  

John Constantine appears, he quickly joined the team but is weary of Stiles.  It's been about two months since they arrived, no ships have past, no escape. 

Stiles has been getting worse by the day, right now, they were all eating something they had hunted and were talking by the fire. Roy never left Stiles's side. 

Stiles looked at the fire, memories of the glade popped into his head along with memories of Newt. 

The chatter had silenced, and they looked at Stiles, he was staring at the fire, though his eyes were distant. "Stiles?" Caitlin asked, Stiles snapped out of his daze and said, "Yeah?" 

"Are you okay?" "Why wouldn't I be?" Stiles responded giving a crooked smile, he was not fine that was obvious, by the way the sweat collected on his eyebrows or how pale he looked, or how skinny he looked or how he didn't get enough sleep, or how his hands shook. The smile he gave was crooked but also pained, his word were laced in pain and suffering. 

"What were you thinking of?" Felicity asked his brother, "Nothing." "That looked like something." Cisco said. 

"I was remembering something." Not that he forgot it. "What was it?" Diggle asked, "Just some memories." Stiles shrugged, "Good ones or bad ones?" Roy asked, Stiles sighs and closes his eyes, he thinks of Newt and how happy he was, and then how dead he is. "Both." He responds. 

"Do you want to tell us about it?" Sarah asked, he knew the Mirakuru took away your humanity maybe Stiles's memories could be his anchor to that humanity. 

"Not really." Stiles said, "Do you want to tell us about something else, then?" Kara asked, Stiles knew what they were doing, he did it himself, he made himself remember, he couldn't forget again, he couldn't lose his humanity. "I'm fine, you don't have to do this." He rubbed his sleeve, where his tattoo laid beneath it. 

"We want to." Barry said. "Tell them about our friends, back in Beacon." Roy offered; he didn't know how painful it was for him. "Yeah, I want to know more about your past." Felicity said. 

"There is nothing much to say, we were a few freaks, cool kids, smart kids, all rolled into one." Stiles said, looking at the flames. 

"We were more than that." Roy says, Stiles wants to scream in his face that he wasn't part of that 'we' he wanted to scream the fact that he left, and it only got worse, but he doesn't, he merely sighs and says, "You tell it, then."

"You sure?" "Why not?"Stiles replies. "I want to hear it from Stiles." Slade sneers, "Sorry, did my tone make you thought that I care what you want?" Stiles sneered, his voice cold. 

"I think it's a good idea, I want to know where your powers come from." Constantine said. "I got blasted by a witch and voila, they were there." Stiles responded. 

"What can you do?" Constantine asked, "Just some party tricks." Stiles dismisses, "Like?" Cisco asked, Stiles eyes glowed a bloody red and the wind became stronger, thunder boomed across the sky, the fire became bigger, and they heard the waves crash violently in the distance. 

A few seconds later everything returned to normal, "Wow." Mon-El said, in awe. "What else can you do?" Barry asked, "This." Stiles's hand went down to the ground, the team saw as it went through the shadow, Stiles lifted his hand and moved his fingers and the shadow twirled in his hand.