Finding Stiles

Chapter 3

Hello, this chapters just gonna kinda be Stiles getting cleaned up and stuff. So yeah. Enjoy what I have for this...

When they got to the salon, Stiles jumped out. He waited for Lydia before walking in behind her with the twins following them. People in the salon looked up and froze when they saw him. Stiles froze as well, not knowing what to do.

"Lyds, why are they staring at me?" He whispered to her. Lydia rolled her eyes.

"You were missing for 13 years you dumbass." She whispered back to him. He made an 'oh' shape with his mouth while Naomi and Alec laughed at their father as he blushed in embarrasment.

"Oh yeah." he said scratching the back of his head. He raised a hand and waved a little bit. "Hello everyone." He hid behind Lydia while the room was still in silence. Suddenly, the room was in an uproar of cheers and clapping. The owner of the barber shop came out of the back room.

"What is going on out here? One minute, it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop and the next-" Her eyes widened, filling with tears as they landed on Stiles. She put a hand to her mouth. "Stiles?" He nodded and she rushed to him, pulling him into a hug and crying into his shoulder.

"Hey Malia." he said, rubbing her back as she cried. She pulled back and smacked his arm. "OW! What the hell was that for?" He exclaimed, rubbing his arm in confusion.

"That's for disappearing." She kissed him on the cheek. "And that's for coming back."

"Um, me dissappearing kinda couldn't be helped. Wasn't really my fault." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck again. "And being kidnapped and then stranded alone" he whispered the next part, "as a fox," Malia's eyes widened. Stiles raised his voice again for the next part of his speech, "with no idea where I was has left my appearence less than desireable." He joked as he ran a hand through the hair that went down to pretty much his chest.

"Well than come on in. I'll do yours myself." Malia said, waving a hand at him to come on. Stiles plopped himself down in a chair and Malia threw the shawl thing over his shoulders. "How do you want it?"

"How it was before I left." Stiles said, picking at his fingers. I need as many normal things in my life as I can get." He said. Malia nodded and Stiles faded put of the conversation, delving into the depths of his mind, where he had buried all of the memory's of the past 13 years. Stiles gasped lowly as he was consumed in a flashback.

Stiles looked at the werewolf in front of him menacingly.

"Come on you oaf. Show me what you got!" The werewolf roared and lunged at him. Stiles swung his bat and the wolf cried out in pain as the effects of the wolfsbane kicked in. Stiles let out a little cheer and was about to help Lydia when a cloth was pressed over his mouth and he blacked out. When he woke up, he was chained to a wall in a cement room. Stiles struggled against the chains for a few minutes before giving up. He blacked out again. When he woke up, three people were walking around the room and setting things up.

"Who are you? What's going on? Why did you take me?" Stiles asked them as the roamed around the room, seemingly preparing things.

"No one to be concerned about." Said the leader in a distorted voice. "We need you, Stiles Stilinski."

"I'm gonna escape this. Somehow sometime I will." The leader grinned as he walked up to Stiles with a knife in hand.

"No you won't. I'll make sure of it." The man said as he plunged the knife into Stiles's stomach. Stiles let put an ear piercing wail as the knife was twisted around in his abdomen. The knife was pulled out and the man dragged it across his chest, creating a deep cut thay was going to scar. Stiles screamed in pain again and arched his back. The man moved out of the way and one of his followers came and pressed an iron hot steel rod to Stiles's skin, burning him. Stiles yelled out in pain as they continued to do this. The original man smirked as he then slashed at Stiles's arms, adding to the excruciating pain he was in. Stiles's head dropped to his chest as he blacked out again.