Sequel to Revoid...
Stiles has defeated the void once and for all.
The pack has reunited.
The only problem is that Deucalion and Peter are running around on the loose.
The two alphas have a plan it's just nobody is sure what it is.
Then Lydia goes...
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Stiles pov
He woke up in an unfamiliar room in a familiar chair. Stiles came to with a muffled shout and flailing limbs to find himself strapped to a chair with an uncanny resemblance to a certain chair in the basement. He came to with wires spilling out of his left arm connected to a strange machine with a screen facing away from him which lit up the smirking face of one Dr Valack whose smirk only increased as he realised Stiles was conscious.
"Good evening Mr Stilinski" greeted Valack. That was good. It meant he had been gone for only a few hours though it could be bad because the pack might not know he was missing yet though he had given the Hales strict instructions if he wasn't there when they came back- they would burst in at any moment.
Valack seemed to notice something on Stiles' duct tape-sealed face which made him laugh and then exclaim "I wouldn't look so happy if I were you Stiles- your two precious friends came by and were kindly told of your condition and why it was unsafe for you and the people around you for you to leave."
Stiles struggled against his bonds and tried to yell "They wouldn't fall for that asshole!!! They'll be back any moment to break down your stupid oak door and kick your puny ass!!!" except it came out as "MHH MNNRR FUHU FF MM NNRRGGHH!!! MMPH MM MAH MM MMNNRRGGHH MM MMPPH MRR RRNN PPMMRR MNR NNRGG NRR MRNNIH NN MNNRGGHH MFAH!!!"
Valack sniggered and slowly pulled the tape away from Stiles mouth, seemingly enjoying his winces of pain as it pulled at skin and fine hairs, and said "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear that, could you repeat it again?"
Stiles gave him a string of choice words which would probably make a drunken sailor wince.
Valack carried on ignoring Stiles colourful cursing "You're probably wondering why you are here?"
Stiles was about to give his opinion on that dumb question when Valack cut him off "Well as far as your pack knows, you are here due to going crazy and attacking an orderly when you were asked politely to leave after your time with Lydia then proceeding to go crazy."
Stiles tried to hide his crushing fear underneath a smug look "I hope you don't have an attachment to this building 'cos it's about to be flattened- they know that isn't at all like me"
Valack laughed a classic villain laugh "I can see right through your act Stiles- you are scared. You are scared because you told someone or all of them not to come charging in if you did something 'out of character' and that you had a plan. Too bad you didn't specify when you would have a plan."
Valack was 100% correct. Stiles had been planning on coming back after today with resources to free Lydia until he had been kidnapped and because of his own stupidity he was going to be stuck here for a looonnnggg while. He was screwed but he didn't want Valeck to know.
"How do you know that?" fake-grinned Stiles. "They could be gathering resources right now to kick your ass."
"You're very determined aren't you Stiles. You don't give up easily- let's see if you give up after this. It's been 6 days" Valeck told him causing his chest to flutter painfully with terror.
