The Stiles Experiment

Chapter 6

Stiles regained conciseness, noticing he was in the back of the shuttle bus and was slightly confused for a moment, but then everything flooded back, which had him squeeze his pillow with one arm while nibbling on the side of his thumb on his other hand, one of his many nervous habits he picked up over the years.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by someone tapping his shoulder, and when he looked over, he saw a girl around his age with dark brown hair, eyes to match and super pale skin.

"Can I sit with you?" She asked, and Stiles looked up at her.

"What? Oh, ye-yeah." He stuttered, scooting towards the window. "I-I'm Stiles. Is there a reason you wanted to sit with me?"

"Deedee." She grinned at him before providing her explanation. "Cause you're the first sad person I've seen today. Everyone else is happy they are leaving."

Stiles sighed, not knowing how much he wanted to confide in this random girl, but his gut wasn't acting up like it did with Matt, Chris, even himself. So, he explained. "I don't wanna leave my friends, my girlfriend, my home, my Dad..." Stiles trailed off, going back to nibbling on the side of his thumb while watching her smile sadly.

"Must be nice to have so much support...I've been in orphanages since I was four. Bounced through foster homes, but never had any friends or family."

"I'm sorry... I lost my Mom when I was nine. It was frontaltemprol dementia."

"It's fine. I'm used to it. I don't even remember my parents that much. That must really suck to remember her though." She sighed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, which he normally would've shrugged off, but this felt comforting. Nice.

"It hurts, a lot." He stopped to clear his throat before asking. "Do you know anyone else here?"

"I was the first one they picked up. So I know a bit."

Stiles nodded, before asking. "What do you do for schooling at this facility, I wonder?" He sighed, trying to force his tears to stay inside, but it failed as they trailed down his cheeks.

"Hey, this is good, alright? We're gonna help people everywhere. W.C.K.D is good." She insisted, rubbing his shoulder.

"I just miss everyone so much... I was diagnosed with the same illness that killed my mother, which is a terminal diagnosis and the only kind of dementia that can hit teens. After a stay in a mental facility and several battles of the mind, I was taken to the ER due to a rising fever and being unconscious. The dementia was gone. They think I hold the cure for it, and that's why I was recruited.

"It's gonna work out, Stiles. They are here to help us." She insisted, still rubbing his shoulder, and it was still comforting to him.

"How can you have so much hope?" Stiles asked, confused as how she could still be promising things when her life seemed like one big lie.

"It's all I have left. Hope."

He was about to respond to her, before Janson's voice filled the shuttle from the loudspeake

"If I could have your attention, please! We have one final stop before making the trip to Alaska via private helicopters. If you have problems with air travel, we will also have a boat for those who can't fly. When we get there, you will not speak to one another until you have been situated as we are gonna try to assess everyone. Girls and boys will be separated into different rooms of eight. If you have any questions, ask me immediately."

Immediately questions started to ring out from the teens towards Janson.

"How long will it take to get situated?"

"Can boy and girl siblings live together?"

"re there any visitation days or ways to communicate in any way with our friends and or families?"

"Situating all of you will take up to two days at the most. No, they cannot, as your brothers or sisters will have other boys or girls in their rooms, and we don't want to leave anything to the imagination. We have a five year policy where you are free to leave after five years or sooner, depending on when we finish with you. But until you are free to leave, no contact with anyone outside of the facility."

This didn't sit well with the teens, more because of the fact that they would be separated from their siblings, all they had left, or unable to talk with their new friends for who knew how long, and they started to yell over each other and get up in protest. Janson was not having that as he yelled through the loudspeaker.

"Enough! Get back in the seats now!" Everyone did as they were told while he continued. "This is for your own good and the good of the world!"

Stiles, however, was sick of the fear filling the bus, and he stood up to fight with Janson, receiving weird looks from DeeDee.

"If it's for our own good why can't we see our loved ones? Why can't siblings, who only have each other, stay in a place of their own instead of in the boy's section and girl's section? Why separate new friends for two days?"

Janson, obviously had a answer. A answer that didn't sit well with Stiles.

"Because any contact from people in your life could disrupt the tests, we don't have the room for siblings to stick together. We barley have enough for all of you. Because we have to make sure you're not gonna die on us, or rebel." He paused briefly to shoot a glare at a seething Stiles before smiling. "Any more questions?"

"I hate you. I WILL break us out of here." Stiles swore, still standing up, and it had Janson standing up as well.

"If I need to take drastic measures again to prove my authority, Mieczyslaw, you bet your ass I will."

"How about I DON'T bet my ass and just kick yours instead?" He demanded, gripping onto the seat, but Janson still was taking the civil approach... If you could call it civil.

"Mieczyslaw, this is for your own good. Everyone here agreed to come, and you don't wanna disappoint your father, do you? Think about your poor mother..."

"THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, storming towards him, but was grabbed by the security, fuming as he tried to escape and getting flashbacks of when Brunski used Hadol on him in Eichan House.

"Stiles, no need for violence." He mockingly used his nickname while uncapping a sedative. "Just relax." He quickly injected the sedative into his arm, which had him passing out into the security guards arms. "Take him back to his seat." Janson told them before getting back on the loudspeaker while Stiles was dumped back beside DeeDee in the back of the shuttle. "Let him be the example for all of you! Do as you are instructed, and we'll get along just fine."

"Yes, sir." The other kids muttered, not wanting to get in trouble with Janson, who had made his authority known.