To Be Who I Am

Free

"Hey!"

"Hey listen to me!"

"Calm down, please"

"They're all dead, I'm fine!"

As Stiles sanity returned to him and the world around him started to make sense, those were the words he heard.

The voice was soft but male and unfamiliar.

But this feeling inside him, this new calmness and the way everything had relaxed. He just felt tired and warm, like he had stepped into a hot pool, this feeling was familiar though.

And this calming scent...

Omega.

Stiles mind supplies him as everything swims into focus.

A teenager, around his age, no perhaps a couple of years younger?

He blinked a couple of times, what...what was going on?

He noticed that he was in a protective stance next to this boy and slowly he straightened up.

They were in a forest, none of that hell hole in sight.

He took a deep breath in, the air felt clear and pure apart from this familiar iron smell.

He looked down at his hands, where the iron smell was coming from and his eyes widened.

His hands and up to his elbows were painted red but it obviously wasn't paint.

What?

He knew he had hurt some of the guards, perhaps killed a few, it had been a bit of a blur but to have them smothered in blood like this?

What happened?!

Why was he out of his cell?

The grass felt soft under his feet.

"Are you with me?"

The younger teenager asked him, hesitantly, still sending calming omega pheromones his way.

"I don't understand" Stiles muttered and he then realised how strange it felt, the rage and aggression he had been battling with for such a long time, was no longer swamping his mind.

He was sure it was because of the omega pheromones, they were truly a blessing. 

The younger teenager who had been quite tense, relaxed at those words once he realised Stiles was still "himself"

"You lost yourself. You killed all the scientists and went on a rampage throughout the facility. You released me from my cell, I think we're the last two experiments left"

Stiles stared at him, unsure what to do with this information.

"Oh, I'm Corey by the way" Corey quickly said, giving him a quick nervous smile.

It was then when Stiles really looked at him, he realised that there was quite a big size difference between them.

Corey was looking up at him nervously.

Sure Corey looked younger but not to the extent that there would be a huge hight difference between them before...

Before he was dumped into that cell.

When did I get so tall? Stiles wondered, no wait, as he thought back through his memories, he'd been like that for longer than he thought but due to the constant fury messing with his mind, he'd barely noticed or given it any thought.

"I'm Stiles" He replied as he started to look around.

They definitely seemed to be in the middle of nowhere but hold on a second! If this wasn't some kind of dream then-

"I'm free?" Stiles said slowly, not daring to belief it.

Corey's nervous smile became more real and warm as he said "Yes, you freed us Stiles"

"I'm free" Stiles repeated, it was hard to wrap his mind around.

"I'm..."

He could hear birds.

The air felt so fresh and light in his lungs.

There was a refreshing light breeze, embracing his skin.

A warm feeling bubbled up inside him, something that he couldn't hold in.

It broke out of him in a laugh.

A joyous sound, something that felt so foreign but completely welcome to him.

He laughed and laughed.

Truly, the world was a wonderful place.

Stiles soon realised that his eyes were wet, was he...crying?

But it wasn't out of sadness or despair but a pure desperate relief.

"You must have been in there for a long time" Corey said, sympathetically but he also looked happy for Stiles and himself.

"I-I don't really know but it felt like forever" Stiles said with a gasp as he got hold of himself.

He was free.

He was free.

And not only that!

Stiles put his hand up to his temple, how long had it been since he could think clearly? Without feeling like his blood was boiling and his hands were aching to tear into someone?

"Thank you" Stiles said gratefully, turning to Corey fully this time.

"You're the one who got us out" Corey replied, equally grateful to Stiles.

Who shook his head as he said "You're the reason I'm back to my senses, right? Even before losing control, I haven't been able to think like myself for a while"

He shuddered, thinking back to it "Those injections"

"Yeah, they definitely seemed to have overdosed you. I'm lucky I haven't been an omega for long" Corey said seriously.

Stiles hummed in agreement, it seemed like Corey had avoided the worst of it, unlike...

No, don't think about her!

"Do you...think you'll be okay if I decrease my pheromones?" Corey then asked hesitantly.

Stiles then noticed how the air smelt incredibly sweet, like someone had layered the air in honey. Ah, he had been so delighted to be free, he hadn't realised how thick Corey's pheromones had been to calm him down.

Stiles decided to be truthful, hating what they had done to him "You can try it but I don't know for certain"

Corey nodded and the air started to become less sweet.

Stiles hoped that his mind would stay clear but as Corey decreased his omega pheromones, he felt a familiar heat swirl inside his stomach then spread out to the rest of his body.

His hands that were so relaxed, clenched into fists.

His jaw clenched as the feeling spiralled out of control.

Oh...

This was going to be difficult.

Hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long! I was on holiday in New Zealand 🇳🇿  A fantastic holiday! But not great internet connection! I did intend to get back sooner but I eventually decided to extend my holiday! 

Anyway hope everyone who reads this has a good month and let me know what you think in the comments if you want!