His Ink On My Skin

Chapter 5: Follow the Stars Home

Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories///

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

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Peter woke with a start.

He looked around and blinked at the complete darkness that surrounded him, startled he pushed himself up and swallowed the rising bile, stumbling he crashed down to his knees as what little energy he had seemed to seep into the very earth he'd tried to push himself off of.

Coughing weakly he braced himself and let his eyes flash, he looked around and blinked at an oddly shaped lump in one of the corners of what he could only guess was a dank basement, the rest of the place seemed barren and empty. Like a tomb, Isaac once compared the forest to, when the İye had once cleansed it.

Forcing himself he whined and ended up crawling to the lump, he coughed again, almost trying to force whatever seemed to be choking him, reaching the lump he pulled the blank cloth off, and found a person.

Shocked, he reached forward and turned the person, only to blink down at a startling familiar face.

"Oi", he coughed again, it almost felt like he couldn't use his voice at all.

A soft mumble and then soft brown eyes arrested upon him, the figure blinked and then groaned weakly, "P-Peter what are you doing in my bedroom?"

"We're not in your bedroom Kira, we're in a basement", he muttered and then started coughing hard enough that it felt like his lungs would spurt out.

"Wha—"

The girl struggled to sit up and looked around weakly, "Where—" she hissed and then started coughing equally as painful as he had been hacking.

They both exchanged wary glances before their coughing resumed long enough for their air to thin.

Swallowing painfully Kira flopped back onto her back, "The hell?" she asked.

"I don't know. Looks like a dark dank basement, but worse, so much worse", he managed to answer, throat raw and in pain.

"Why does it hurt to talk so much", she asked spitting out blood as she coughed some more.

"I don't know", he whispered.

Before they could continue contemplating, they both looked up as someone shoved another unsuspecting lump into the room and threw two bottles of water on top of the unmoving lump.

Peter tried to push himself upright but he couldn't, throwing his pride aside he crawled again towards the misshapen lung, removing the blanket, he turned the person over and found, "Scott", he breathed in shock.

"What?" Kira gasped.

Peter smacked the boy once on the cheek, "Scott? Wake up", he hissed and then opened one of the bottles of water, shaking out a handful he dripped it over the boy.