DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)

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C H A P T E R  F I V E: R E M E M B E R

OUTSIDE IN THE REALM OF MAKE BELIEVE⎮REMEMBER

"The last I remember is Nik breaking my neck?" I replied slowly, raising my eyebrows into my unkempt mane of hair. 

"Well actually, he nearly broke your neck but hunters stopped us, captured us, and then you and he slaughtered the lot. Nik did something- er bad, and you resorted to your old ways and nearly killed all of us," Bekah summed up distantly as I leant lazily against the lockers. 

"In what part of that story did someone undress me?" I asked chuckling lightly, as Rebekah's eyes widened her jaw clenching visibly as she took a step backwards. 

"Brother, how could you have forgotten? How did you get your control back?" Bekah asked as Elijah stepped in front of her protectively. 

"I don't know what you mean Bekah, honestly, I just came back to save the doppelgänger and be on my way, I feel like my welcome is way overdue at this point," I took a step backwards as Elijah's fangs peeked from below his top lip. 

"Somethings wrong with you brother, and I fully intend on finding out what that is-" before he could step any further I left, speeding out through the boarded doors and out into the working fields that surrounded the abandoned warehouse. My breathing was hard as though I was fighting myself, it grew heavier as one foot took its place on the long country roads.

I wavered on foot, a painful throb spreading across my forehead as the world around me blurred. Squeezing my eyes shut, I fumbled around my jeans for my cell phone. Hazily pressing it to my ear, as I stumbled dizzily along the road.

"He-hello?" I managed, my voice sounded distraught echoing around me like I was in a reverberating room. 

"Stiles! Where are you?" Derek's urgent voice sounded through the air piece, as I felt my lips pull up. 

"Oh- SourWolf, how are you?" Every sound around me seemed amplified as my speed increased randomly, leaving me deteriorated. 

"Stiles! Where are you?" Derek demanded as I flinched at the bright light that surrounded my vision. 

"Derek, I don't... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here?" I looked around feeling a cold breeze tickle my bare chest. 

"Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see." Derek suggested as I tried to turn around. 

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my..." 

Derek growled in annoyance as Stiles seemingly hung up on it, he didn't know what was going on, with Stiles, with Scott, with anyone. He tried again in frustration, "Hey... Stiles?" 

 "This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message..." growling in frustration as he received Stiles voicemail, at the moment Isaac walked in, a frown on his boyish features.

"Come on." Derek groaned as his voicemail replayed the same thing. Isaac sensing Derek's frustration stepped back to lean against the loft doors in case Derek lost his control.

"God, come on. Come on. Stiles?" Derek asked as he received heavy breathing on the other end.

"Derek, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move." I whispered, as my eyes tried to grow accustomed to the darkness that surrounded me.

"Where are you?" Derek answered urgently, as I tugged at my leg. 

"I don't know. I don't know, It's too dark. I can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's... I think it's bleeding. I think I was sleep walking?-" My eyebrows furrowed, why don't I remember anything?