To Be Who I Am

A Number

The door opens and Stiles felt like he needed to shut his eyes, at the desperation and fear he could feel around him. There were children, teenagers and adults in cells, crying out, in pain or some sort of emotional distress.

Some where screaming, hitting the bars on their cells, their eyes unrecognisable, barely human.

Some reached for the guards, that's what Stiles decided these two men were, and for Stiles through their cells, to take out their frustrations on them? To seek comfort? Stiles couldn't tell.

He couldn't escape as they dragged him past them, the room fell silent as they entered a white corridor. It seemed like a normal corridor but what caught Stiles off guard was the smell. It stank of rotting corpses but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary? 

One of the guards smirk seemed to widen as they rounded one of the corners. They opened a metal door and Stiles squinted, the light was just too much.

A large room with various equipment dotted around the room that he didn't recognise.

The uneasy feeling in his gut tripled.

"W-wait-" He tried to say but they ignored him, lifting him up high and pushing him down on to a table.

Stiles eyes widened in even more horror as they forced him to spread his arms and legs out then wrapped some sort of strong material around each of his limbs, making sure he could not move.

He struggled with all his might but could not break free.

"What's happening to me! T-tell me! P-please!"

The guards just laughed at his struggles and Stiles found it difficult to breathe, his panic and fear making the air difficult to come by.

What...what was happening?

Why were they doing this to him?

Was this...the end?

His imagination was spiralling out of control as he thought about someone coming in and using these devices to open him up inside, torture him and then kill him.

The guards chuckling to each other, left and not even answering any of his panicked question.

Stiles felt like that was even worse, if he was going to die or be tortured, he wanted it over and done with! Don't leave him here with his own frightened thoughts, driving him insane!

Maybe it was only a couple of minutes but to Stiles it felt like half an hour until the door open again and a older man with a white lab coat and circular glasses came out.

His expression was completely blank, no emotion at all.

His eyes looked a little dead.

Stiles stopped struggling to stare at him, unsure how to respond to this person. Was he responsible for this all?

"Welcome, your our new test subject, 966, I am Marcus Marin and I will be in charge of your first shot"

Stiles blinked at him a couple of times.

His first shot? What did that even mean? Why was he calling him 966?

He heaved a big breath deciding to ignore that as he pleaded "T-there must be some kind of m-mistake, I-I shouldn't be here!"

He should be with Derek or at home with his Dad! This shouldn't be happening! If he didn't know any better he'd say he was in some kind of nightmare!

"There is no mistake 966, you are in all of our data that we have been provided. From now on your life as a Stilinski is gone. You must accept that, your current life is one of our test subjects 966 and you should feel honoured that you are giving your life for these historic tests which could change the world"

966?

Giving up his life?

Historic test?

His like as a Stilinski gone?

"What?" Was all he could choke out, unable to comprehend what this man had actually told him.

The doors opened again and a tall women with curly blonde hair walked through, she didn't even look at Stiles but she carried something in her gloved hands that were was thin and sharp needle which looked like it had something red inside. 

"Glad you could make it Doctor" Marcus said, again showing no emotion as he then told Stiles "She will be begin our tests and I will monitor your progress"

Distantly he suddenly heard some crying from outside and a struggle. 

"Ah don't worry about them, just another test subject going to their appointment"

So this wasn't the only room that they did these tests, there were more people part of this Stiles thought swallowing, his situation feeling even more hopeless.

The "Doctor" looked cold and distant as she walked over to him, syringe in hand.

Stiles opened his mouth, maybe to beg, cry out they got the wrong person, plead with them to let him but his words stuck on his throat.

It was strange that with his life at risk, what had been drilled into him his whole life seemed to just vanish. He never once thought about whether they were doms or subs, alpha, beta or omegas.

He'd been taught all his life that was the most important thing, that you should always pay attention to it and act accordingly, no matter what.

But all he wanted was to go home, the last thing on his mind was what they were.

So he was surprised when Marcus suddenly smacked him over the head that made him recoil as Marcus said "Hey, you can stare later but you're still an omega right now, show some respect"

Show some respect? At a time like this? A part of him laughed in disbelief but the part of him that had been trained all his life about their dynamics was stronger as he diverted his eyes.

Realising he'd been looking at her in the eyes, she didn't have a strong presence so she must be a beta.

But wait a second, what...did he mean by your still an omega right now?!

But before he could think more on it or react, Stiles let out a cry of pain as she without warning, rolled up his sleeve and stuck the needle into his arm.

Bright red veins immediately seemed to appear from where she was injecting whatever the hell it was, into his arm.

The bright red veins started to grow like a spiderweb, mapping itself up and down his arm and to the rest of his body.

Stiles felt like someone had shoved his arm directly into fire, it felt like he was burning alive  and that feeling spread across his body.

He screamed.