The Past Saving.

Chapter 2

STILES P.O.V

Run. Run. Run. Just run Stiles. I kept saying inside my head. Just..open your eyes. And run.

I felt my fingers twitch and I cringed but I felt no movement in my face.

Dang it. Just breathe, come on. Open your eyes.

My body felt like it was on fire. It hurt everywhere, stinging or burning and if not burning it was the feeling of being crushed against a boulder. I moaned trying to move myself but quickly froze after I felt waves of nausea.

Okay, this wasn't gonna be easy for me. I listened in my surroundings, silence. Silence?

No, there's water? Trickling water. Water sounds lovely right now, I feel so dry and hot.

I tried swallowing but started choking, a metallic taste filled my mouth. Moving fast suddenly I stood up to breathe, but was met with more choking and nausea.

I covered my mouth as I scanned my surroundings. A bedroom, It seemed...familiar. I coughed up something thick and red onto my hand.

The scent smelt like apple pie, and wood smoke. I breathed it in before trying not to swallow again, I looked for something to move close to me to spit the blood out, I seem a small room with white tiles. A bathroom?

My body froze as I stood up, my limbs refusing to work with me.

The movement made my head spin, the bile rushing to my mouth.

I immediately darted into the bathroom throwing up into the sink. Heaving I looked at my hand which I wiped my mouth on, and almost passed out. A copper looking gold was swirled into blood, that was all over my hand and inside the sink.

Shivering I pulled myself into a corner, sweating even though I felt like ice.

I pulled my legs into my chest panicking before crying out in pain, taking my shirt off I noticed stitches all over my stomach. I whimpered before unrolling my jeans, stitches also.

Gauze was holding onto some of my wounds, bandages galore too.

Panic rose inside me as I began to look around for ways to run, get out of here. Where was I? My head ached and glancing at my body the color of it looked practically dead.

Which was odd for my pale normality. But this, it looked like dead skin. And I've seen enough of it to know what it looks like, especially with the dried blood on it.

Most of it was gone, like it was washed off due to how these was red and then clean blotches of skin. Which gave me a disturbing feeling.

Lifting my arm I gave a sniff, I've been around wolves for too long. I smelt lavender soap, and blood. I don't wear lavender soap, my body twitched and I began to struggle breathing as I tried to stand.

Then suddenly it all hit me. My eyes felt hot as the images flashed across my mind. The gun shots, I was shot and someone must have took me and stitched me up. If that person is good or bad I'm not sure.

Helped me, why would they help me? I could be a killer for all they know! Why the he-

"You sure took a beating kid." I widened my eyes before looking up at the person who was standing in the door way. It was a paler tan lanky teenager, with brownish red hair. He looked so familiar.

The way that his eyes was what looked the most familiar, they was a bright greyish blue. Suddenly he smirked, sniffing the air.

"If you are checking me out, I prefer you tell me what the heck you are before our first date. You are not just human." I blinked shocked, did he just do that? "Okay, first up-" I quickly covered my mouth from coughing, my voice sounded so hoarse. "You little scumbag. I have a girlfriend. Second, where am I?"