The Evolved

Touch

Derek blinked his eyes open, squeezing them tight when they burned from the cool air. He took a second for his mind to clear before he opened his eyes back up. He looked around the small room and came to the conclusion that it was a small basement, a cellar. There was a small cooler in the corner and a washer and dryer in the front. He had to be in a house. He suddenly realized he was strung up by his hands, chains attached from the ceiling. The thick cuffs hugged his wrist tightly, digging into his skin. Derek yanked on them hard, but then a electric shock jolted him. He arched his back and grunted with pain. His body limp and tired, he did what he thought might be the only option at this point.

He roared.

Derek felt the walls vibrate and the chains around his hands clinked together as his roar echoed for what was probably miles. He hoped like hell he was close enough to Beacon Hills that Scott or Peter would hear him. He glanced up at the ceiling and tryed to come up with a Solution on how to get out of these damned chains. He tried pulling himself up and planting his feet on the ceilingand tugging but he only got shocked again. He has just gave up hope when he heard a roar back. He jerked his head up and listed for the howl again. The only thing he could hear was a faint rumble of a truck. It was getting closer and closer until finally, it came to a stop right outside.

He listened as someone got out shuffled to the back of the truck or van and opened the door, dragging something out.

Derek's head tipped up and he sniffed.
Stiles.

He gritted his teeth and heard heavy footsteps open a door and move slowly to the cellar door.

He watched as Trent carries Stiles down the wooden stairs and dropped her onto the cement floor. He watched as her head bounced against the cold floor. Her nose and lips were bleeding, obviously from a hit to the face.

"Bastard!" Derek yelled, keeping his eyes on Stiles. "What did you do to her?"

"Oh, you know Stiles, she tried to put up a fight. I had to knock her out." Trent snarled. I need to wake her up so she can watch me kill you."

Trent strutted to the back of the cellar and rolled a chair infront of Derek. He picked up Stiles and propped her up, tying her and on the armrest. He smirked up at Derek and grabbed Stiles chin with his hand and leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth.

Derek seethed and let out a growl. Trent looked back up at Derek and licked the blood off his lips and moaned.

"Delicious." Trent walked behind the chair and placed his hands on both of Stiles shoulders. He shook her, trying to wake her.

Stiles moaned and blinked her eyes open. She mumbled a few words and looked up. She blinked at Derek and shook her head, confused.

"Wha-" She tried to lift her arms but cried out when they remained in place.

"Stiles, Stiles, Stiles. " Trent laughed. "I'm so glad you're awake baby."

"Don't call me that." She gritted out between her teeth. She looked up at Derek, taking in the chains and the wounds all over his body. She noticed a cut above his eye that would scar, even with his wolf healing.

"Stiles." Derek said. Her eyes flicked to his, meeting his gaze. " I'll get you out of this."

Stiles tried to say something to him, but she was struck across the face by Trents hand. Stiles let out a scream and she spit the pooling blood from her mouth. She coughed and snapped her head up towards him.

"Next time you talk to him, it'll be him that gets hit" Trent promised Stiles. He walked around behind her and was clanging around, digging something out of a bag.