Bed Of Ashes A Teen Wolf AU (Sterek/Sciles/Stisaac)(boyxboy)

To Bring a Storm

[Flashback]

Stiles paced the steps of the library, but he still didn't see Derek. He was starting to regret even leaving. The weather had changed fast over the hour. The sun disappeared behind thick dark clouds threatening to bring a storm. The sudden change had taken effect and Stiles was afraid. He was alone with his thoughts, and the streets were filled with strangers. He had to do it. He was going to tell his dad everything. He pulled up his hood and walked beside the building and down the alley for a quicker route home.

"Hey, do you have the time?"

Stiles turned around to see a guy he recognized from school. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"It's 2:30."

"Thanks."

Stiles went to turn but the guy stepped closer.

"I know you from school right?"

"Yeah... I think so. You look kind of familiar."

"You too. So do you like it there?"

"Its school, but I have to go." Stiles began to walk again.

"Wait!"

In just that second Stiles felt a body pressed behind him and something cover his mouth. He immediately started hitting and kicking against the person that held him but soon he slipped into blackness and his cell phone hit the ground.

The first thing Stiles could think of was to breath. His breaths were shallow. Something was masking his face. He was trapped in an inky blackness he couldn't escape. He tried to move his hands but they hurt. They were heavy and the effort was too much making him weak. He tried to talk but it was muffled; he couldn't make out his words. This was a bad dream and he needed to wake himself up. He tried to reach for his pillow so he knew it was alright; but it wasn't. It hit him hard and the panic set in. He was instantly alert. Stiles quickly tried jolting up. He needed light. He needed something familiar.

"Whoa, calm down, it's okay."

He felt a comforting hand rest against his shoulder, it wasn't rough, it was almost soothing. The hand guided him back down against the ground he was laying on. Where was he laying? It was cool against him; it was metal. Why was he on metal? More things set into place; he was moving, They were in a van. The white kind of van that he and Scott would so boldly point out as kidnapper vans when they saw them pass on the road. Kidnapped? Things finally fell into place and once again Stiles began to wiggle and tried talking but he now realized he was gagged and something was over his head blocking out the world around him.

"Would you shut him up!?"

"He's scared! I would be too. This was a bad idea, we shouldn't be doing this."

"You are such a chicken shit! We're getting paid dude. It's no big deal, the kids in on it."

"He doesn't act like it."

The hand touched Stiles again and soothingly stroked his arm, trying to calm him. It was the kid from the alley, the one that started the conversation.

"All I know is we deliver the kid. That's it and then it's done."

"It'll be okay. You're not going to get hurt."

Stiles wanted to believe that, but he didn't. That idea was stupid. He knew something was wrong, he had the rope burn on his wrists to prove it. Stiles began to sob, he just wanted to die, the past few months had been some of the best and worst moments of his life and he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

"He's crying. What do I do?"

"It's not our problem!"

"Come on. Please?"