The Other Hale | Teen Wolf

Masterplan

Aria's POV

I woke up when I felt the van stop, Stiles had his head leant on my shoulder and he sighed heavily.

"Stiles..." I muttered, my voice coming out hoarse.

"I'm here it's okay." He replied, looking up at my face and smiling gently. "We need to get out of here." I spoke and he nodded in agreement. However, as of now we couldn't do much. The door slid open and Gerard grabbed Stiles. He was free unlike me, my hands were still zip tied behind me.

Gerard began pushing Stiles along whilst another hunter came and grabbed me and did the same. Soon we came to a door and Stiles kept muttering sarcastic 'ows' when Gerard opened the door he pushed Stiles down the stairs and he hit the floor hard. I felt myself cringing at the sound of impact.

They then shoved me down and slammed the door. I landed on top of Stiles.

"Shit sorry." I apologised. "Don't worry about it." Stiles replied helping me up on my feet.

Stiles was about to reply when we both heard a muffled cry. He stopped dusting himself off and began feeling around the wall for a light switch, I watched him do so. Then however he looked up with a shocked expression. I followed his gaze and probably looked just as shocked.

Boyd and Erica were stood in front of us tied up by a live wire. Holy shit.

"Stiles..." I mumbled.

"We need to get out of here." He replied.

He stepped forward and began to try and help them, I couldn't still. But I began to look around for something to break the zip tie with. As soon as Stiles reached out to touch the wire Erica began to protest, as much as she could anyway.

"Shhh!" Stiles sighed, only to get electrocuted when he touched it. That was why Erica was causing a fuss.

"They were trying to warn you it's electrified." Gerard's voice made me freeze and stop looking around for something to help me.

"What are you doing with them?" Stiles asked. As Gerard walked down the stairs I moved closer to Stiles. A rush of protectiveness came over me, I didn't want anything to happen to him.

"At the moment, just keeping them comfortable." He replied. Looking at the wolves, pretty much helpless. "There's no point torturing them, they won't give Derek up." At the mention of his name my head snapped up.

"I won't either so don't even bother trying anything." I snapped, still stood slightly in front of Stiles.

"Okay. So what are you doing with us?" Stiles asked. "Because Scott can find me alright. He knows my scent. It's pungent you know. It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried in the bottom of a sewer covered in urine."

"You have a nag for creating a vivid picture Mr Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own. Scott McCall finds his bestfriend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. Derek Hale finds his only sister bruised and broken. How does that sound?" He asked, he was standing directly in front of us I moved back ever so slightly to give Stiles a little push. This ever closing gap of space between me and Gerard wasn't spelling out anything good.

"I think I might prefer more of a still life landscape, you know?" Stiles mumbled, his voice not as strong, I could tell there was fear there.