fade #2 (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 45

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. Only Melanie and her plot lines.
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Stiles and I scurried over towards the two tied up werewolves. Stiles rushing towards Boyd as I ran towards Erica. My finger rising upward to my lips as I motioned for her to be quiet. She did nothing but shake her head erratically, closing her eyes momentarily as a loose tear trickled down her face.

Erica may have not been on my favorites list, but that doesn't mean I didn't feel for her. I was recently in her place, tied up and unable to mutter a coherent word, and it's very terrifying.

She continued to shake her head, and I wasn't quite sure why. For I was trying to save her. I ignored her inaudible protests as my hands quickly rose towards her tied wrists, going to untie them until a painful shock circulated throughout my body. I let out a loud whimper, jumping backwards as Stiles' head turned in my direction.

"Mel— ahh." Stiles began to whisper, but his whisper then changed into a yell when he placed his hands against the red and black chord.

"They were trying to warn you, it was electrified." My head hastily shot towards the sound of the all-too-familiar voice. The only voice that would actually give me an incredibly painful migraine. Gerard.

"What are you doing with them?" Stiles questioned, taking a few cautious steps toward me, as well as resting his hand on my lower back.

Gerard seemed to smirk as he descended down the staircase, specifically the one that I had previously tumbled down. His slow body leaning up against the wall as he narrowed his eyes at the four of us. "At the moment, just keeping them comfortable."

I rose an eyebrow, Erica letting her head fall as she refused to look him in the eye. But I didn't blame her. He was the face of pure evil. And it made my blood boil even more when he continued to speak.

"There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their alpha is too strong."

Stiles glanced over to me, licking his lips nervously, "Okay, so what are you doing with...me?"

I rose an eyebrow, not daring to speak. For I didn't want to cause any conflict I would regret.

"Because Scott can find me, alright? He knows my scent. It's pungent, you know, more like a stench. He could find me even if I was at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine–"

I stopped Stiles from his descriptive paragraph, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking my head. "Stiles..."

"You have an act for creating a vivid picture Mr. Stilinski. But, I sure hope you're talking about the both of you. You see, we've got little Melanie over here too. And it would be a disgrace to leave her out, now wouldn't it?"

I swallowed noticeably, opening my mouth to speak, but Stiles had beaten me to it, "Listen here, Gerard. You can hit me, kick me, kill me for all I care. But you are not going to lay one finger on her."

Gerard, began inching closer to the both of us, his voice getting an octave lower with every step, "Let me paint a picture for you, Stiles. Scott McCall finds his two best friends, bloody, and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?"

"I think he may prefer more of a still life, or landscape, you know?" Stiles tested, taking a step closer as well. Gerard clenching his jaw as if he was about to explode any moment now.

"Stiles, stop." I bit my bottom lip, placing my hands outward cautiously. But he just kept on speaking, his mouth moving up and down rapidly.

"What are you, ninety? I could probably kick your ass up and down this room–"

He was cut off by Gerard lifting his palm and slapping him straight across the face, sending him soaring towards the ground. A loud scream erupted from my mouth as Boyd and Erica winced, soft whimpers escaping from beneath the duck tape.

I knelt down next to Stiles, looking up at Gerard and narrowing my eyes, "What are you? Psychotic? Get a–"

I was cut off by his rough fist connecting with my jaw, sending me flying backwards against the cemented wall. The taste of blood invading my mouth.

"No! Don't tou–" Stiles began to yell but was cut off by Gerard's gnarled fist. And it unfortunately didn't stop there. For Gerard continued to beat Stiles, the sounds of his hand connecting with my boyfriends face echoing about the tall cemented walls.

And that did not roll well with me.

I plucked myself from the hard ground, launching myself at Gerard. I had now come to the realization that I had lost the once faithful pin. So there wasn't much I could do to defend myself, nor Stiles. So that took beating the life from Allison's grandfather out of the question. But I wasn't going to let this insane old man hurt Stiles. So I was going to at least try and do something.

My hands roughly pushed Gerard from Stiles. The old man toppling to the ground as if he was a domino.

My hands clutched Stiles' scarlet cheeks, a medium size cut littering the side of his face. Along with a nicked lip.

"Are you okay?" I stupidly questioned. Of course he wasn't okay, an old man had just punched his face multiple times in a row.

"I'm fine, we need to get out of–" Stiles was quickly cut off by Gerard shoving me roughly from behind. His body hovering over mine as his fist collided with my face.

I let out a painful groan, watching as Stiles attempted to ram into the side of the creepy old man. But quickly failed, Gerard just kicking him to the side as if he was a rag doll.

Gerard then finished me off, giving my once pale face a hard pound as he rose from my motionless body. And it didn't take long for Stiles to practically rampage over towards me. His hands helping me sit upright while he scoped my sore features, checking for injury. Thumb lightly feathering my cheek, all while tears brimmed his sorrowful eyes.

"I'm so sorry." His voice cracked with the shake of his head.

My hands found their way towards his shoulders, a small smile overcoming my lips, "Please don't be sorry, Stiles."

"Get out." Gerard's voice boomed, strolling over towards the back of the basement where his hands unlocked a door that I hadn't noticed before.

Stiles gripped onto my hand, the both of us lifting ourselves from the cemented floor. We hadn't moved yet though, we were both too stunned to really do anything.

"Now." He screamed, his finger jabbing outwards. Stiles and I jumped, not retracting our hands while we darted out the doorway.
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