The Hell-hound's Mate

15. Jumble Memories

*Derek*

Once Peter was situated and relaxed as he could be. I released my claws and let my eyes bleed red. Following Peter's careful instructions my claws were stuck in the back of his neck and I was pulled into his mind. 

Peter and I were standing outside a dingy run down shack of a home. A fat man opens the front door talking crap about other men and praising the Left Hand that Peter used to be. 

"Now, with the training I need from you." This man, Charles, spat his breath smelled strongly of beer and his yellow teeth made him look like a stereotypical bad guy. 

"You really did business with this piece of crap?" I asked

"Not my finest moment."

 "What do you need?"

"My boy is defiant and reuses to follow his rules. Refuses to listen and take his punishment. He disrespects me and the other's I've brought in to train him." Charles explained as we walk by the back door where an entire rig is set up. The substance has not smell. Strange. 

"That was the first red flag I had. The non-scented chemical spray.  I was hopping that it wouldn't effect werewolves."

"This is my problem how?" 

"I thought that maybe you could scare him into listening-- being a werewolf and all....." 

I snorted, " You thought he had Stiles right?" 

"I did." 

"So you knew that this wouldn't scare him. The Supernatural or you in general."

" I knew, but I couldn't voice that." Peter said as we turned back to Charles. 

"...Then I figured if that didn't work, your tricks as a Left Hand would come in handy. You could force him to be more obedient. He's naturally submissive, I know it. He just is refusing it."

Stiles, submissive? No way

Suddenly we were in a dark room our eyes glowing. There chained to the wall was Stiles. But it didn't look like our Stiles. This Stiles had skin red raw knees. Dirt, blood and other bodily fluids. He was forced in an upright position and his neck was forced to face the ground. His scared body was naked except for some gross lacy thing around his groin. I watched the Peter int he memory walk up to Stiles as we followed him. Stiles looked up with a slight glare and a huffed, "Zombie wolf." under his breath. That Peter put his mouth right next to Stiles ear and began speaking. 

"I'm going to help you dissociate yourself from the pain you are receiving and hopefully the situation overall.  I'm going to try and warn the pack, but I don't know if I'll be able to with the chemicals set up at the back door." 

Stiles nodded in understanding as Peter stuck his claws in his neck. That's when everything got blurry and I was able to find what that chemical did to Peter's brain. 

Peter and Stiles had an understanding. He was trying to help. Yet Charles caught on slightly and brought out the feral Peter from after the fire with slight Left Hand tendencies.