Midnight (Sterek)

Chapter 5: Hero of the Night

For a three months now everyone has been looking for Stiles. Gerard though hadn't stayed hidden as he still ran the high school pretending he hadn't known what happened to Stiles when he gave his "sorrowful" act when officials asked for his statement.

"I cannot believe that someone would do such a heinous crime!" He spat with fake disbelief. "Whoever you are return poor Stiles! Sheriff Stilinski and his friends have truly missed him and would like that he makes it home safe, healthy, and alive". He said.

Derek and the pack fought hard to resist the urge to tear Gerard and the hunters apart as they needed Stiles alive and in their arms first. Scott had cut all ties with Allison — as she'd become crazed and hellbent on finding and ending Derek's life — though he'd been expected to be mopey about it he wasn't as Isaac was there to cheer him up.

The sheriff on the other hand was devastated as he'd felt he wouldn't see his son again. He couldn't stand staying at the house knowing his son wasn't home. Instead he spent his nights at the station and occasionally went home during the day to clean himself up. He was sickly pale and had slightly refrained from eating or socializing as he usually had. All he could think about was he lost his wife and couldn't lose his son. He needed his son, as Stiles was all he had left and he knew he wouldn't be able to live without him.

✤✤✤✤

In a dingy old cell that looked like it was used as a old asylum turned slaughter room Stiles laid on the cold stone floor, cuts and bruises scattered through his now emaciated body. His hair had grown longer than he'd let it, and his face was left with purplish black bruises. His lip was split and along his neck were faint marks. All over he was hurt and all this was inflicted by Gerard and his henchmen.

"I still don't see why he doesn't let us have a piece of his fine ass one last time". One of the guards at the door said.

"Me neither it feels so good plowing his sweet ass". Another guard said.

"We'll have to sneak and get some later". The first guard sneered.

Stiles heard them and huddled up into a ball only to escape the horrid situation he was in. He knew he'd been noble but now it was a month and through this long dreadful month he'd been beaten and forced to give gross blowjobs and held down while being raped by the overly horny huge brutes that watched him while Gerard kept up appearances. All in all Stiles felt his world was slowly crumbling down before him and all he wanted was for it to all stop.

"Hey boss". A tall brute man said. "He's probably asleep". He said through the phone. "Sure no problem we'll be waiting". He breathed before hanging up.

Stiles laid there hoping he'd be saved or somehow freed from the darkened cell. All he could think about was Derek and not Lydia, the girl he'd had the biggest crush on for years. He couldn't believe, as he conjured up fantasies of he and Derek as he got beaten ruthlessly, that he was constantly thinking about and having far fetched feeling for Derek Hale. The same Derek Hale that he was pretty sure hated him, that he knew hated him. Yet again he tried to force his mind to think of nothing but Lydia and her beautiful strawberry blonde hair and warm bright smile and out of this world intelligence. But as he saw her beautiful face it slowly shifted into Derek's and he tried to command it away but it wasn't working. He sighed and caved in to the feelings he was getting only to help him sleep.

✤✤✤✤

That same night Derek stood in front of the picture window, in the old battered and burned down Hale house, watching as the crescent moon gleamed its light across the trees, he was waiting till the pack all came back with their reports of anything he needed to find Stiles. He sighed in frustration as he thought about not being able to find Stiles, but soon with that thought alone he became angered as he'd had no choice but to stay from view of Gerard or his henchmen but he was slowly not giving any fucks as they had something he'd wanted and that alone was making his wolf scratch to the surface.