Never Stop Running

T H I R T E E N

Stiles' jaw is set, the only thing coming out of his mouth are sarcastic retorts to the two very powerful people in front of him and Shane. As a reward for his cleverly thought out comebacks, he is significantly more beat up than his boyfriend.

Stiles seemed indifferent to the intense pain bearing on him, but it hurts Shane because he can see the pain in his eyes. If pain had a scent to humans, it would be overtaking all of his senses. Shane is lucky, yes, with only a few scrapes and tons of bruises. But Stiles? Words can't even describe the current shape his body is in. The miniscule amount of skin left unscathed is dangerously pale due to blood loss from the deep gashes scattering his body immensely. There are areas that aren't bleeding, that are left in various shades of purple, black, blue, and even yellow and brown.

"So far, we have nothing except for Scott McCall, True Alpha. Which Deucalion already provided for me. I was hoping for you to verify the rest, and you wouldn't have to endure all of this unnecessary pain, Stiles." Lawrence drawled lazily, as if he was only torturing two teenage boys because he was bored and had nothing else to do.

"Pain? Please. The only pain I'm aware of is the total pain the ass you're being Drac," Stiles grinned at the hypothetical steam shooting from the ancient vampire's ears.

Deucalion knelt right in front of Stiles, causing Shane's heart rate to skyrocket, and from the grin on the werewolf's face, he knew it. "I really didn't want to do this, Mr. Stilinski. I was really hoping that I had the right Stilinski when they were talking about the human that ran with the wolves. I didn't want to bring your father into this, but I suppose I had the wrong one this whole time. Is that what you want, Stiles? Do you want me to get your father here?" His smug grin showed that the proposal really hit home for Stiles, but the boy was too stubborn to give in.

So, he spat a mouthful of blood in the man's face. "Don't you dare touch my father, or I will see to your slow and painful death," Stiles said in a tone that Shane had only heard a few times, but the octave still sent chills down the boy's spine.

Deucalion only laughed, and Shane stared, confused. The elder man wiped the blood from his pointless sunglasses and the surrounding skin covered in the crimson substance. "That's the Stiles Stilinski I want in my pack. The one that's not afraid to kill to protect, and maybe soon, the whole 'to protect' condition can be eliminated." Stiles' eyes widened at the thought of actually killing someone, especially out of cold blood. Was this the way it was in this man's pack? Did they just kill for the thrill of it? They murdered? Shane felt his face arrange itself into a deep scowl.

The look of utter terror on Stiles' face was enough to fully awaken the anger hidden inside the blond. "How about you leave him alone? You know he was telling the truth when he said that he didn't know anything! So why do you keep torturing him? If you're going to end our lives anyway by turning us, why don't you just get on with it?" Shane was beyond angry, and he was actually kind of drained after shouting those words at the top of his lungs.

Lawrence cocked his head to the side, his gaze zeroing in on the small teen. Deucalion glared at him instead, grabbing roughly onto Stiles' bicep. A small squeak of surprise escaped the brunette's mouth, and his cheeks flushed in embarrassment that he actually made a sound. The twins entered the room once again to undo the chains holding Stiles up.

Shane couldn't help but allow a small glimmer of hope as his boyfriend was released from the restraints and held up with his feet barely on the ground. Maybe they were letting them go. Maybe they were going to let the two live their lives as humans and nothing more. Except the doubts creep in. Shane is actually surprised he still has hope left in him, considering the amount of times all of his hopes had been crushed. Deep down, Shane knew that they weren't being let go. He knew that there was no getting out of this.