Not Quite The Same (Hiatus)

Chapter One

Scott sat in his kitchen, rubbing his crossed arm. He was thinking over what had happened in the past weeks. It all seemed to go by so fast; everything that had happened went so fast.

He remembered it so clearly, he knew that, like the tattoo on his arm, it would be burned into his mind forever.

~*~*~

He and the pack had been thrown into the room, and it all happened so fast. Thankfully, Scott was able to get a quick look of the room. It was made entirely of cement bricks, beside the ground, which was just plain cement. There were a few broken chairs and tables, and there were two pillars in the middle of the room, close to where the metal doors were.

Scott didn't have time to think of a plan, though. One moment they all had been looking around in a daze, the next, on high alert as Lydia was roughly picked up and a gun was pressed to her temple. Scott and the other werewolves (and werecoyote) could smell the fear coming off of her, though she did her best not to show it.

"Identify yourselves." The man holding the gun to Lydia commanded. The other men beside him all had their hands on their guns. The pack knew that they were prepared to put anyone down if something didn't go the way the man liked.

The man holding Lydia had clear blue eyes and fair skin. His hair was similar to Stiles, a buzz cut of sorts, and his hair was a dark brown, almost black.

When everyone stayed silent, thinking ways to make sure Lydia stayed alive, the man cocked his gun. Everyone gave a start, including Lydia who let out the smallest whimper. "Okay, wait." Scott said, steeling his voice to remain calm. He glanced quickly at the others. "I'm Sco--" He was cut off.

"We know who you are." the man said, anger clear in his voice. "Identify what you are."

Again, Scott glanced at the others, before complying to the command:

"Werewolf." he answered.

"Werewolf." Derek.

"Werewolf." Isaac.

"Werewolves." Aiden and Ethan.

"Kitsune." Kira.

"Werecoyote." Malia.

"Banshee." Lydia.

"Hunter." Allison.

"Human." Stiles.

Despite the situation, the way Stiles said 'human' hurt Scott. He said it as though it were a bad thing, when little did he know that Scott and some of the others would've given anything to be human, to be normal. But, he guessed, in this now dangerous world, being human had its disadvantages. 

The man smiled cruelly, then nodded to the men beside him. They all walked over to the pack, who backed up nervously. They grabbed the pack and dragged the struggling members to the back wall, where they were then chained to the wall. The man walked over, Lydia still held at gunpoint. He then roughly pushed her to one of the men, who chained her to the wall as well. The cuffs wrapped around theirs wrists, and the chains that were connected to the wall were short; at least 5 feet long. There was at least 12 feet between each pack member.

The supernatural of the pack tried to break out of the chains, even Allison and Lydia tried. Only Stiles remained silent and still. It sort of irked Scott, knowing that Stiles was only serious when something was extremely wrong, but even then he could crack a joke. To see him so still bothered him.

They all stayed standing, getting ready to fight if needed. The man who had held Lydia at gunpoint sat down on a nearby chair, one that wasn't as broken as the others. "Before we get started, let me ask two things. One: Is everyone comfortable?" he asked sarcastically. When no one answered, he continued, "Two: How'd you find this place?"