STEREK; PLAYING WITH WOLVES

CHAPTER 9

DEREKS POV

Boom boom-...boom boom-........Boom boom.......

Stiles. No he took Stiles. I opened my eyes with sudden anger. I was under rubble, a lot of burnt pieces of wood it looked like. I was buried completely except for the small opening above my face that let in solemn rain. I started to wiggle every part of my body to see what was usable and un usable. I found to my dismay that my leg hurt like hell and that other than that my left wrist was the only other thing that seemed to hurt. I then looked at the sad gray monotonous sky through my little peep whole and mentally prepared myself for the next step.

Getting out. It didn't sound like much but all the rubble on top of me could possibly crush me with its weight. I slowly used as much of my strength as I could and gripped a cylindrical piece of would with my right hand,snapping it under my touch. Good the wood was fragile. I then continued to slowly snap more and more wood to make room for my arm.

It seemed like ages but once I was finally able to wiggle my arm in its place I was able to then shove up,and possibly clear some of the wreckage burying me. I counted in my head mentally to three.

One......two.....

"THREEEE!",I quickly transformed my arm and shoved up with my now more powerful limb sending the wreckage flying. I smiled at this. It was a small start but one none the less.

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I was on the last part of my body now. It had taken me what seemed like countless hours to clear all the other rubble that imprisoned me. I shifted everything except for my leg which was still buried so as not to hurt my self and counted to three before grabbing the big blackened post and throwing it off to the side.

What was lying beneath the pillar didn't look like the leg I remembered. The bloody limb was twisted at an awkward angle with my jagged bone sticking out of the middle area of the shin. I quickly looked off to the side and got sick throwing up what was left in my stomach. When I was done i turned back to my crippled leg knowing what I would have to do. Without second thoughts or any hesitation I grabbed the bloddy limp and yanked it down pulling the bone back under the skin and pulled back in screaming in pain as I set the bone back in place. The pain was so great I got sick again and nearly blacked out. There was a faint ringing in my ears as my vision started to go blood red. Then I sensed people around me and made an effort to focus my vision. Scott and the others were running over to me with terrified looks on they're faces. Scott crouched next to me and propped my head up gently in his lap. He seemed to be yelling something but nothing was coming out. I was tired and weak. I reached up and took his face in my hands forming the words that I couldn't hear but knew were there.

"Stiles- they...-they have Stiles....- the hybrid pack has got they're hands on Stiles.",my hands grew limp and I blacked out into the darkness my last thought of saving my mate no matter what.

HEY HEY HOWS IT GOING!!!??? SORRY I JUST HAD BEEN WRITING THIS CHAPTER FOR A LONG TIME AND I TRYED EXPLAINING HE ISNT DEAD ONLY THAT STILES BELIEVES HE IS. HAHA SO YES DEREK ISNT DEAD HE WAS JUST BURIED UNDER THE RUBBLE. WELL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND ILL GET BACK TO YOU THANKS FOR READING AND REMEMBER STAY BEAUTIFUL!!!