The Gift

In The Library

Pic of Dylan (Stiles) in the box

*Stiles POV*

"Please let me go." I never thought I would be caught in such a situation. Begging and crying for my life. I'm not even sure this persons gonna hurt me in any way.

"In a moment I will Stiles. And Oh, you won't be glade I ever did." I still couldn't see who this person was. All I saw was their shadow. The thing that was making me angry was that I wasn't tied up to a chair. I wasn't being restrained by anything. But my body wouldn't budge. I couldn't move. I put every ounce of energy into making myself get up, but nothing happened. Then everything went black once again.

*Lydia's POV*

I had arrived at the library, and Stiles was nowhere to be seen. I tried texting and calling. He wasn't answering anything. The library would be closing in two hours. I decided to call his dad.

*beep* *beep* *beep*

"Hello?"

"It's me Lydia. Have you heard from Stiles?"

"He said he was going to the library with you."

"Well, Yes. But he hasn't showed up and he won't answer any of my calls or texts. I'm getting worried." I wasn't sure if I should tell him about the phone call, but it was an essential part of what had happened.

"Are you sure? How long have you been waiting Lydia?"

"Half an hour." I sighed.

"Just wait a few more minutes. If he doesn't show up then, call me immediately."

"Got it."

I sat down and waited. I was reading a book called Stick Figure when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

"Ma'am, that young boy over there is here for you. Do you know him?"

I peeked over the librarians shoulder to see Stiles brown eyes starring back at me.

"Yes of course. Thank you." I set the book back on the shelf and headed towards him.

"What tuck you so-" Stiles yanked my arm to his chest and started to walk out of the library.

"Stiles we still need to-"

"Be quite."

"Let me go." My voice turned stern and I was suddenly angry with him. I pulled my arm away from him and he stopped in front of me.

"Stiles isn't here right now." A grimace spread over his features and the feeling of being angry was no longer there. I was terrified. I backed away and ran back to the library.

*phone rings*

Brenda!

"Oh my God Brenda something's wrong with Stiles!"

"Woa woa woa! Calm down. What's wrong?!"

"He's scaring me. He isn't being himself." Brenda's side of the line went silent, her breathing hitching up.

"Oh my God, it can't be happening already."

"What?"

"Where are you!?"

"The library. Brenda whats-"

The line went dead.

*Brenda's POV*

I thought we would have more time then this. If I was right, Stiles had been turned into, into a murderer. Something like that. I wasn't sure what was wrong with him yet, but it wasn't good at all.

I pulled up into the parking lot and sprinted into the library. Lydia was walking back and fourth with a book in her hands.

"Lydia!?" She immediately closed the book and put it back into the shelf.

"I don't know Where he went." She mumbled.

"Then we'll find him." I grabbed her arm and headed to the front door.

"No! We can't do this alone!" She pulled her arm away and I paused to look at her.

"I'll, I'll call Scott."

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