My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 17: Formality/Code Breaker

A/N: Hi guys........... I know, I hate me too... It's been four months. It doesn't feel like to that to me though. It's been so hectic lately and that is no excuse. I apologise very very much. I won't bore you with the details of my life, but I have considered taking this and my other story down... Because I feel like people are losing interest. Or that's just me. But I feel determined to finish this series. I started off hoping to go all the way through to the end of the show. Start to finish. Every. Single. Episode. I'll try to get back into writing more. Promise. I'll try. Thank for reading guys, hope you enjoy this chapter 

- Mads xxx

 I woke up to a scream. Not just anyone's scream, it was Derek's scream. I immediately started to thrash around and figured out that I had chains on my hands and feet. I opened my eyes to see that Derek and I had wires attached to us. I followed the line and saw a box, in front of the boxes was Kate and Allison Argent. Frick. Derek stopped screaming as Allison stated to talk. I gave her the biggest glare possible.

"What are you doing to him? Is that gonna kill him?" She asked, looking kinda distressed and scared.

"Oh, come on, kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me now." Kate criticized, giving her niece a judgmental look.

"What are they?" Allison questioned, looking at me and my brother curiously. I snapped and bared my teeth, noticing that Derek had passed out. His dials must be on a higher setting than mine, otherwise he would be awake and I would be dead...

"Shape - shifters. Lycans. Werewolves. To me, they're just more dumb animals." She turned the boxes dials and I felt a shock go through my veins. A strong one.

"AHHHHH!" I screamed. I tried to muffle my howl of pain by biting my tongue. It didn't work because the bitch turned the dial up. She stopped just as I thought I was about to pass out. I felt a searing pain in my stomach. I looked down to see that my bullet wound had been patched but not very well. Yeah, that's defiantly going to be infected...

"Come here. See these right here? These are canines, also known as fangs. Made for the tearing and rending of flesh. Not something you'd find on those cute little leaf - eating herbivores, is it?" Kate said, going to my unconscious brother who was slowly waking up. She grabbed his jaw and opened his mouth, showing Allison his fangs. I growled, dangerously. Kate turned to me. "Aww, sweetie that's so cute." I hate it when she patronizes me, and she knows that. I flare my eyes their bright, vibrant golden colour and snap at her, forgetting about the chains for just a minute, they pulled me back and I banged my head on the metal pole that I was tied to. Kate started laughing as I groaned in pain, my head hurting already.

"This is a joke to you?" Allison asked her Aunt with a disbelieving voice. 

"Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world. Everything's a joke to me. How else do you think I stay sane?" Kate answered and asked rhetorically. 

"You don't." Both my brother and I said in sync with the same amount of Hale family bluntness.

"You two have spent too much time together lately." Kate sighs. "You know, I'm sick of you already." She went over to the boxes and Derek and I prepared ourselves for what was to come. I knew that she wouldn't kill us, just knock us out, and that's what she did. She turned both dials up to full and after a few minutes of searing pain, the last thing I saw before everything went black was Allison's face. It was a mix between hate, disgust and intrigue. 

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I woke up just a few minutes after Derek did. We were both fairly weak and didn't want to take this anymore, but we would anyway, because if we did, Scott, Derek and I would all be dead. We can't let that happen. Derek saw my wound and started having a go at me, I just took it.