The Stiles Experiment

Chapter 7

Stiles' POV.

After I had woken up and had been in a plane for hours, I was led by two security guards, (who were saying things about tests, procedures, and frankly just freaking me out more and more), into the office of a large building.

We entered and the first thing I saw was the straight black chair in front of the desk, revealing an older blonde woman. She motioned the guards away before standing up and smiling, still it sent a slight chill up my spine, against the intention of calming me down.

"Hello, Stiles." She greeted me, her voice sickly sweet, making my skin crawl.

"Who are you?" I asked, not letting my guard down.

She answered willingly, "I'm Dr. Ava Paige, the head of W.C.K.D; similar to a human disease and neurological developmental research facility."

"What are these tests I heard about?"

"They are a series of physical exams along with a MRI, PET and CT scan." She stopped to go back around to her desk and grab a chart before signaling me to follow her down the hall. I did, not wanting to run into more trouble with Janson.

"Do you know why you are here, Stiles?" She paused while I shook my head slowly, "because you had a terminal condition, and it went away without any treatment. You hold the cure to frontal-temporal dementia, and possibly other forms of dementia. If you don't do it for us, do it for-"

I cut her off, not wanting nor needing to think about her right now with my rising anxiety and suspicions about this place. "You finish that with " your mother" and I'll react. Badly."

"Do it for the thousands, possibly millions of lives you could save." She finished, and despite my gut feeling, I figured I would have to lay low before acting on it and seeing if it even held a shred of truth.

So, I replied with. "Fine. One rule though, you will be honest and thorough with me, walking me through everything that will happen, before it happens."

"I will personally make sure of it. We are not here to hurt, mock or torment you, Stiles. We just want to help better the world."

"Not here to torment me?" That comes out with disbelief as my thoughts seethed, the past day replaying in my mind and I demanded, "What, then, would you call the way Janson treated me and why can't we have friends and family visit?"

Ava stopped mid-stride, clearly distressed and confused, "What are you talking about? What did Janson do to you?"

Slightly surprised by her reaction I told her, " He mocked me, made an example out of me, sedated me twice and denied me permission to tell my best friend goodbye." I listed off, seeing her face fall before adding. "And why can't we have visitors? They'll come here, it's not like we'll leave!"

"I'll talk to Janson later on, and explain that he has no right to use sedatives on people unless someone is in grave danger... As for the visitors, it's happened many times before where a teenager talks to their friend, or a parent, or sees them in person, and it can upset your brain waves that we need to study. Not to mention, when that friend or parent has to leave, or hang up, the patient gets very upset. Starts acting out, trying to escape into the freezing Alaskan weather, or even try to kill themselves. We are protecting you with the protocols we have had to use on everyone over the years. Do you understand, Stiles?"

"Honestly?" I asked about Janson, before shaking my head when she explained that. "I'm not gonna hurt myself or escape. I promise."

"I promise I will talk to him." She insisted before sighing. "You can't predict that, and even if that were true, we can't bend the rules for one person. Otherwise, people will be upset because you are getting special treatment."