Scallison Oneshots

A Cry For Help

This is for @crystaljasperkpcj who asked for a story where Allison is kidnapped and tortured and Scott is forced to watch. Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I graduate on sunday June 3rd and everything has been crazy, BUT ITS SUMMER SO THAT MEANS MORE UPDATES!!!!!!! Sorry for any spelling errors, its 2am.

       Allison got out of her car and began to walk into the woods. She figured she should practice her aim a bit what with all of the crazy stuff curently going on around town. It wasn't like it would happen to her though, she could protect herself after all.

       She found a clearing in the woods and dropped her bag on the ground and squatted down to unpack it.
    
       "Well aren't you gorgeous." her head snapped up, there was a man standing in front on her, he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

       "Leave me alone." she unzipped her duffel bag and was about to pull out her bow when something heavy hit her in the back of the head. Her last thought before she passed out was Son of a bitch, it happened to me.

       "Have you seen Allison?" Lydia rolled her eyes.

       "Scott, I get that you think Allison and I are joined at he hip because we're best friends, but no, I haven't seen her. She has her own life away from me."

       "Lydia, has she gotten a hold of you at all today?" Lydia looked thoughtful at that comment.

       "No, she hasn't." Scott gave her a pointed look.

       "I think something really bad has happened to her." Lydia had a look that ovbiously asked how he could feel something like that. "Wolf senses Lydia."

       "Well, have you tried calling her?" she asked. Scott nodded.

       "She hasn't answered her phone all day. No calls or texts." Scott jumped when his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket. "Its the sheriff." He walked out of the room before he answered the call. He knew Lydia was bound to listen in no matter what, but the feeling of privacy was nice.

       "Scott, Allison has been kidnapped." John said before Scott even had the chance to say hello. "We got a video about twenty minutes ago. Allison was tied to a chair, her face was bloody and a guy was talking in the background. He demanded the alpha of Beacon Hills. We're getting a hold of Derek now." Scott didn't even answer, he hung up the phone, grabbed Lydia headed for the station.

       "John." Scott was met by John and Parrish at the doors of the station. He could hear Stiles on the phone with Derek from John's office.

       "I know you must be upse-"

       "Beyond upset. Have we contacted this man? Do we have any idea where he is or even who he is? And why the hell are you calling Derek, I'm the alpha."

       "Scott, we can't just send you in to this without any back up." Parrish said softly.

       "Then come with me. I'm going no matter what. I can find Allison by her scent. I have it memorized." Scott said pushing past them and going further into the station.

       "Sir! We just got another video!" A deputy called out. Scott made his way over to the computer, the deputy pressed play.

      "You know, I've never really liked waiting games." the man talking walked into view of the camera, but had his face covered. The video was live, everything happening on screen was happening out there right now. The man turned the camera toward a figure, stepped away to reveal Allison, tied up and staring into the camera with pleading eyes.