Deception

Six Months: The Mind

Stiles could barley stand up on his own when Fritz introduced something new to the torture. With a ruin around her neck she could create illusions and hallucinations. The next time he was in the red reality he was faced to face with someone who'd betrayed him, someone who sent a deep set rage hum through his body. 

Scott... 

Logically Stiles knew it wasn't Scot, that Fritz was creating him, using Stiles own mind but emotionally he could not deal with this right now. 

"How are you Stiles?" The hallucination of Scott asked, mockingly.

At the sound of his voice, the rage suddenly gave way inside Stiles to a mind numbing sadness and helplessness.

"You-you left me here" Stiles said, choked up, voice cracking. 

"Why wouldn't I? Like Erica said, you always got in the way" 

Stiles knew it was just Fritz digging into his mind, finding things to use against him, unravel him but he couldn't fight this any more. Couldn't get his mind to fight back and tell himself, this didn't matter because this wasn't Scott. 

But maybe knowing logically this wasn't Scott, made it easier to speak. 

"I thought I was your best friend, I knew you didn't mean as much to you as I used to but-but" Stiles held back a sob "I don't understand, why you wouldn't even stand up for me" 

I don't understand.

What did he do wrong? For Scott to just-just leave him here, with no protests? Nothing. 

"You didn't even say goodbye" Stiles whimpered, head down. 

Another voice. 

"Why would we say goodbye to you?" 

His head snapped up, locking eyes with a different hallucination. 

Derek.

Rage again but this time...it stayed. 

He couldn't control himself. 

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He hollered   

He still remembered Derek's exact words when he agreed to leave him. He had thought that maybe Derek cared, not as much as Scott but enough to at least disagree.  He had the pack bond with them, he was pack, no matter what they said, didn't Derek have a right to refuse to let a pack member be taken? But then he probably wasn't pack anymore, Derek had probably broken the pack bond by now.

"I hope it hurt!" Stiles hissed. 

The Lord had said it would be the most painful thing the pack would experience. Stiles hoped viciously that was true. He hoped they suffered for it, he hoped they'd at least experienced some of the pain he'd been going through.  

He imagined the pack screaming in agony, every single one as the pack bond to him was broken, especially, Erica, Derek and Scott. 

They deserved it.

His panting breaths that had been for exhaustion still raging in his body but also his anger slowly turned into gasps, his heart thudding harder than usual in his chest. His body seemed to be straining more than usual today. 

"Times up" Derek said but then sounding like Fritz voice. 

Then he felt again like his head was being forced underwater, before gasping as the proper reality came back around him, before he could really think it was strange because he hadn't been tortured afterwards, which he'd been expecting, he was face to face with someone he hadn't seen in a long time. 

The Lord of Mind! 

Stiles felt the same compulsion to look away from his eyes but he angrily stared directly into the Lords icy blue eyes, who's narrowed slightly at that, something cold flaring in them. 

"My Lord" Fritz said, apologetically, on her knees, bowing but looking uncomfortable at the disrespect Stiles was showing. 

Despite the coldness the Lord still said "Relax Fritz, the humans been to hell and back. I'm sure we can accept this behaviour for now. It has been six months with your torture after all" 

Stiles felt like he was choking. 

It had been six months?  

The Lord crouched down to look directly in Stiles eyes, who was on all fours, to exhausted to try and stand up yet.

"Mieczyslaw, it seems you are quite a hard one to break. Usually when someone breaks their energy is easier to draw out" 

He haven't broken yet? 

That was news to Stiles, he felt broken.

He thought he'd broken a long time ago.

 "I wish I could do more but Fritz told me your body is close to shutting down."

Shutting down...? 

Stiles didn't at first register what this meant and then... 

Dying.

He means I'm close to dying.

It almost felt like a relief, either way it felt like this would soon be over. 

"So as I am still sure you will be useful to me, I suppose the Grand Master must be informed. I didn't want to waist his time with you, his really to important for this kind of thing but it seems you have left me choice" 

Confusion could be seen clearly in Stiles eyes.

Fritz explained happily and suddenly sounding warm "You're going to see the Grand Master, Mieczyslaw! Isn't that exciting?! It seems we have failed so far to bring forth your energy but if you do have the potential, our master will know and he will bring it out!"

Stiles recalls shakily, his memory waining, he remembered them saying that it was much, much quicker but also... 

 His voice used to screaming, was dry, hoarse and stammering "Didn't- didn't someone say that b-be more p-painful?" 

Fritz and The Lord of Mind didn't reply.