No One Left

The Bad Ending

Author Note:

So that's all folks. This is the end officially. It's short and sad. But it's not what happened so you can put your tissue boxes away.

Thanks for reading :)

P.s.
•If you like Stiles POV I have another series running at the moment. Book 1 Is called, The Cousins He Never Mentioned. It has 5 parts out at the moment, so lots to read. So if you would read it, it would mean the world, love ya:)
(It's a TeenWolfXSupernatural Fanfic)

•And if you want to read another, Peter/Stiles story read A Solider On My Own. It's a new story and I'm still writing it, but its really good so far I think. (It's a OriginalsXTeenWolf fanfic)

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WARNING IT'S REALLY A BAD ENDING AND IT GETS A BIT GROSS IN A SENSE SO BE WARNED.

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Last he remembers he was with Peter and Talia and he was dying from getting shot by Gerard, that freaking monster. Kate Argent had died and so had Gerard. I started to fall unconscious from the bullet wound, there faces start to blur. I try to finish talking to Peter, to tell him not to cry but I can't. I feel trapped in my own body. Like back with the nogitsune. I'm scared. All too soon the excitement of the fight and winning is gone. And all I see is the blurring of the image in front of me.

All too soon darkness fills my vision again. And I sink, I sink into a black abyss of nothingness. After what feels like a century I wake up. My movement feels constricted and sluggish, I then realized that I'm strapped to an all to familiar bed. I pull on the straps but they don't give. I hear someone at the edge of my bed. It's an orderly, he's smiling at me in a creepy way.

"Oh, you've awoken, kid," He says in a cheery voice and with an evil, messed up smile. He was older than me but tall. He stepped right up to my face and his hand gently caressed my face, but instead of feeling the love like when Peter did it, I feel disgusted and I try to pull away. But he just grabs my face harder.

He makes me look at him as he says, "Well, Welcome back to Eichen house Stiles. It would have been so boring had you been asleep this whole time." He moves to a cart and rolls it into my field of view. It's filled with what looks like torture items and toys. I'm disgusted. I scream at the man, I tell to get away. To not touch me. I sound loud and crazy, I'm trembling, was that all a dream had nothing really changed. He chuckled evilly and slowly walks back up to me and picks up a cold metal syringe off the table beside me.

He presses it and cold liquids squirts out and hits my cheek. He rubs a finger to wipe it off. But his finger glides over my lips and pushes them a bit. I clamp my mouth and try to turn. He frowns but just grabs my head and moves it to the side, He licks his finger and touches a spot on my neck. He blows on it and I cringe at the coldness of my wet skin. All too quickly he painfully jabs the thick needle in my neck. I scream in pain. I can hear him laugh. He drops my face, yet as he moves away I can still feel the syringe in my neck. I try to struggle against the restraints but I suddenly feel a chill. I can't move. I'm paralyzed. I can't move, but I can still feel. I'm broken out of my thoughts by a cold hand brushing my arm. I look and see the orderly.

"Oh, the fun we're going to have Stiles." I feel tears fall from my eyes as my vision blurs. I can't scream but I try god do I try. The man touches my face and clears the tears,

"Don't worry Stiles I'll take extra good care of you." He says and winks. I gag, this is hell. But it dawned on me, that now and forever this would be my life.

The End! :'(

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Notes:

THANKS FOR READING !!!
I hope you enjoyed.

~Jenelle (AKA the author)

P.S. it got really dark, since I edited it, Sorry not sorry. I just know that I have to add a few more tags/warnings.