Okay, now I am pissed... I swear to god being kidnapped once this year was enough. I tried to get out of my chains but suddenly a screen in front of me turned on.
"Hello Stiles... It's been a long time hasn't it. What name are you going by now, hmm. Stiles Stilinski, Gemini McCall, Mischief Wilson, Victor Norman or how about my personal favourite Jason Martin war hero?" asked Doctor Zola
"Did I kill you already?"
This seemed to piss Zola off... good because that's how I feel right now being chained to the damp concert floor with only my jeans on exposing all the words cut into my back and all the scars I now carry.
"Men start the procedure on Mr Wilson, would you."
"What are you going to do make me turn big and green when I get angry." I hissed at him
"Something like that."
"Don't worry Mr Wilson you work will be a gift to the world working for Hydra... in your computer dreams Zola." I told him
"You will be a monster outside just as much as you are on the inside, Mr Wilson."
Suddenly I felt needles plunge into my skin. I screamed in pain and everything suddenly goes dark but not before I catch a glimpse of a familiar figure in the corner of the room... It was him... he was still alive... It was the winter soldier.
When I wake up:
I am back in the same room chained to the floor. I grumbled and rubbed my sore head and neck. I look at a mirror in front of me and notice nothing is different that was until I started to think about how mad I was that I was stuck in Hydra's Jaws. I then noticed that my eyes turned into Yellow glow sticks and my teeth turned into fangs but on a whole notice physical about me really changed expect when I pulled at my chains I noticed that if I pulled any harder they would back... that meant I could escape but I count yet... I had to try and destroy as much of this hydra base as possible. For Bucky... For my fallen team the Howling Force ... For the World
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Like Father, Like Son
FanfictionAfter the death of Claudia Stilinski {Stiles's mother}, Noah {Stiles's father} blames his son for her death. He becomes so lost in his own grief and pain that he doesn't notice his own son has left their little home in Beacon Hills for a better life...
