Stiles
I'm cold. It's cold. That's all I know. That's all I can feel. My body is shaking, making my teeth chatter. I opened my eyes, but it was pitch black. Even as my eyes adjusted I still couldn't see a thing. "Hello?" I asked, but my throat was sore. The sound didn't travel far enough for anyone to actually hear it. Then, suddenly, it shot through me. The pain. I screamed, despite my soar throat. Suddenly someone covered my mouth.
"Be quiet. They can't hear us." I reached up and slowly pulled their hand away.
"Why?" I asked. I heard someone moving around before a pair of hands were places on my wrist.
"Because they want your power...they are gonna take it. Like they did my mom." I could tell it was a boy now, probably not older than fourteen or fifteen. "You need to make it stop, you need to stop the cancer." I furrowed my eyebrows. How what I supposed to do that? The cancer was terminal.
"How? The cancer can't be stopped-"
"Yes it can. My mom stopped it, and one day I'll have to stop it too." I could feel the little boy tapping on my wrist. "My mom had my big brother do it for her...but you need to do it yourself now. Then you need to find me, and save me." He wanted me to kill myself? Like his brother did to his...mom. My eyes widened. That couldn't be right? Right!
"Who is your older brother?"
"Isn't it obvious? It's you Stiles! You are the one who killed our mother to save her, and now you have to kill youself to save me. You need to save me Stiles. Save me and then we can both kill the people who killed our mother," he told me.
"Okay," I whispered, tears streamig down my cheeks.
"Promise?"
"Yes."
