Stiles POV:
After weeks of torture and lots of serums and needles, my body feels all numb and weak.
In the start the pain was unbearable, but later I started to not care, and the pain was neutral to me. I almost couldn't feel it anymore.
But the serum was the worst. The last days I'd gotten claws, and my teeth was unusually sharp. I knew what was coming. I was Gerard's new experiment. He was making me a supernatural creature, a monster.
It was also harder to control my anger. A part of me wanted to just let go and let the beast inside me take over, but another part of me was pretty sure Gerard wanted me to do that.
The only thing that kept me going was Derek. The thought of his soft lips and his strong safe arms gave me hope. A hope that he would rescue me. He was my last chance.
Dereks POV:
Two weeks and a half Stiles had been missing. Almost three weeks of misery. No one had any idea of where he was, we only knew Gerard had captured him.
"It's enough! I can't just sit here anymore!" I yelled frustrated, Scott sighed. "Derek, you can't just go" he said, "no! I'll find out!" I grabbed my jacket and ran out before anyone could stop me.
It was cold outside and the streets was empty. But it wasn't weird because it was in the middle of the night.
After two hours of searching for some clues, I decided to go to the pub. I could really use a drink.
I knew werewolves couldn't get drunk, so it was weird that I suddenly felt dizzy and cloudy. "What...? I have only... only two beers..." I couldn't stand up, but I saw the bartenders look, it was ice cold, and he smiled at me.
"Nighty night Mr. Hale" he grinned before everything faded.
Sorry for this short chapter, but I haven't had much time to write. I'll probably update sometime next week :)
