I Guess We're Lucky

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The exact opposite of what Malia was hoping would happen actually happened. Her, Scott, Lydia, Liam, Kira, and now the sheriff all stood in the school parking lot. They quickly found Stiles' jeep, and unfortunately near it a puddle of blood. After realizing it was a very serious situation, they called the sheriff.

"I'm going to put an ABP out," the sheriff said turning around solemnly to walk over to his squad car.

"What do you think happened?" Malia asked Lydia. The two girls were huddled together and slightly overwhelmed. Malia could not ignore the scent of Stiles' blood, and Lydia couldn't ignore the sense of something bad happening here.

"Someone obviously took him, and he definitely put up a struggle," Scott pitched in picking up a bloody wrench and sniffing it. "This isn't his blood."

"Then it must belong to whoever took him," Malia said.

     "Yeah. It smells familiar," Scott answered.
    
      "Who in the world would do this?" Kira asked to no one in particular.

The sheriff then rejoined them. His expression was determined, but very stressed and worried. "I put out an Amber Alert. In the mean time, is there anything we can do?" He asked gesturing to the whole pack.

"We can start with this," Scott said holding up the bloody wrench. "This isn't his blood, so it must be what he used to defend himself."

"Okay I will run this down to the station to have forensics test it. Can any of you catch a scent that you can follow?" The sheriff asked taking the wrench.

"No, it kind of tapers off over here," Liam said walking a few yards away.

"He's right," Malia said following him.

"What about security footage?" Scott asked.

"You guys go do that. Other officers will be here in a matter of minutes," the sheriff ordered.

"Okay, text us if you get anything," Lydia said walking off to lead the way into the school.

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After the sheriff gave the full rundown to his deputies he rushed to the station to get the wrench tested. Who knew how long that could take but he hoped it wouldn't be long. He didn't know what Stiles being taken meant. Was it supernatural? Was it something totally human? Did it have to do with him being the son of the sheriff? What if it was the same thing going after all these other teenagers?

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. "Hello?" He answered after seeing Scott's name light up the screen.

"We couldn't tell who took him, the cameras were too far away and it was too fuzzy when we zoomed in," Scott said immediately.

"Okay. Okay well I took the wrench in about an hour ago, should hopefully be done pretty soon," the sheriff answered. When Scott was quiet for too long the sheriff got worried. "Scott? Scott what is it?"

"Sheriff, we did notice that the person who took Stiles was another teenager. Stiles must have known who he was, because they did some talking. He picked him up and took him somewhere off camera after knocking him out, probably a car," Scott said sadly. It wasn't exactly good news.

"Who would Stiles know that would do that to him? He isn't exactly trusting," the sheriff commented. "Where was Theo when this happened? Stiles hasn't trusted him since he's shown up here," the sheriff asked.

"That's where we are headed right now. I will keep you updated," Scott answered.

"Okay, be careful Scott," the sheriff said before hanging up.

The sheriff had been trying to keep his dark thoughts and worrying at away, but the longer he sat alone in his office, writing up the report, the more worried he got. Another teenager? Why would they want to do this to Stiles. Oh God what are they doing to him right now? What did they want? He felt like he was beginning to panic, he had to get himself under control. They will find him and he will be okay.
    
     Just then his phone buzzed, signaling a text from Stiles. He practically lunged at the phone, the hesitated when he saw it was a picture. Did he really want to see what it was? He stole himself and clicked open.
   
      "Sheriff! We got the results back on the blood from the wrench!" Parrish said storming into the office. "You won't believe who it is," he said with a panicked look on his face.

    "Donovan. It's Donovan Donati," the sheriff said handing over the phone to show the picture to Parrish. His eyes widened when he saw the state that Stiles was in.

    "Sheriff? It's okay, we know who it is now and we can find him," he said.

     "I'm going to kill him. I swear I will do it," he said grabbing his jacket to put it on. "Go figure out where the text was sent."

    "Sheriff I understand how you're feeling right now-," Parrish began.

     "No. No you don't. You don't understand," Sheriff breathed out.

     "I do okay? It's Stiles. Noah I know it's Stiles, but you have to keep a level head."

    "Parrish, go trace the phone," he said with a sigh. "I have to call Scott and tell the others."

    "It's going to be okay. We will get him back."
  
   "I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have made sure Donovan was here that night, but he escaped."

     "Call Scott sheriff. We need to hurry."