Damaged 》Teen Wolf

More Bad Than Good

Fuck you, Peter, this is all your fault. I could be back home and watch over Stiles, but no he needed me and Derek to steal back our triskele box. It would be an in and out thing. No one would notice us. Bull shit. This is the worst time to get captured, especially when Stiles' been getting night terrors the past few weeks. Not only that I could feel Scott's suffering. Only one week with Deaton and the only thing we learned was how to control our emotional tether. Now we can't learn more because I'm stuck in Mexico!

Scott and Stiles need my help, but Derek, Peter, I got captured. They chained us up to the electric fence and left is there for the past two weeks. Each night, or any given moment, my phone would ring. I would glance over to see a text from either Scott, Stiles, Allison, Lydia, or Isaac. I can't really answer back with my hands all chained up.

Another jolt of electricity went though my body. I grit my teeth together as mine, Derek, and Peter's groans filled the room. My phone started to vibrate along with Derek's. The guy dialed down the electricity before he took our phones away. Derek and I glared at Peter.

"Why are you two looking at me like this is my fault?" He asked.

I glared at him. "Because it is."

The guy went over to the dial and kicked it up a notch. More electricity coursed through my veins. I groaned as my body jerked forward.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Peter admitted.

More electricity came through the fence. I clenched my jaw as I closed my eyes tightly. I could smell parts of our burnt flesh as it consumes the room. Fuck you, Peter. Fuck you and your stupid plan.

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The lights kept flickering on and off with the amount of electricity this guy is using. It wasn't as high as the others, but he left it there for a good five minutes.

"You see this equipment?" The guy asked as our bodies kept jerking around. "Very old. The settings are not quite accurate anymore. So it's hard to tell just how far to turn the dial."

"I think it's a little high," Peter commented.

"Shut up, Peter," I said through grit teeth.

The guy gave a little nod before he turned up the voltage. I groaned as my body absorbing more shock. I really want to punch Peter again.

"I've seen some crack their teeth. Others, they just shake and shake even after their hearts stop. Sometimes we don't even know they're dead." He finally turned it off. I sighed in relief as I started panting. If I wasn't so weak, I would have ripped the guy's head off for laughing. "But nobody wants to play a guessing game. So why don't you just tell us? Where is la loba?"

The she-wolf? No one in this family knows a she-wolf. "We don't know where la loba is," Derek said tiredly.

"No? Maybe you need a different method of persuasion? Maybe we cut two of you in half, other talks?"

Peter slowly nodded his head. "I would love to be there for volunteer, but we really don't know what you're talking about. And honestly, isn't bisecting people with broad swords a little medieval?"

The guy chuckled. "Broad sword? We're not savages."

He nodded towards his companion. The guy came out of the shadows with a chainsaw. A fucking chainsaw. Derek and I gave Peter our most deadly glares.

"Way to go, Dumbass," I sneered.

"We all wonder how far your little healing trick goes." Chainsaw guy lifted it up and placed the saw near Derek's shoulder. "What do you think? Can you grow back an arm? We're pretty sure you can't grow back your head."