Be the hero

Big Bad Wolves

   I wasn't the unluckiest guy, but I wasn't the luckiest guy either. To find myself in complete darkness surrounded without any doubt by werewolves who would jump on me at the slightest movement from me, I call it the irony of the spell. The dark places had really become a meeting place perpetuity, it was borderline frustrating. The Alpha, the very charismatic Gabriel, appeared in the room from time to time. He stared at me while drinking a dry whisky and tended to lick his lips in a rather special way that scared the shit out of me. I was tied to a chair and in what I suppose to be a few days, I realized that my back was completely healed, the wounds closed until healing. Inside, I thanked Peter who gave himself body and soul to try to prevent the werewolves from taking me.

   It's crazy the number of candles I owe to people, first Derek saving my life in the woods, then once after the surprise attack of Gabi and now Pet' who must severely want me punch me from getting kidnapped. At the same time, in my condition I couldn't have done much. 

   And yes, a few days. I will actually be ready to kill for a piece of chicken, or water, whatever they bring me water, sometimes. After two days. The Betas had even become accustomed to eating pizzas which has an enticing smell and to drinking various drinks. I slept on that damn chair, and I would freeze every night.

   There came a time when I no longer expected any reinforcements. The days were getting longer and I had a hard time imagining Derek or Scott coming back like a flower after so much time without anything. Honestly, if I didn't end up eating those Betas or my little Gabi, I'd end up like a rotting corpse.

   "Well, well, Stiles," echoed a voice in the cold room that I recognized as Gabriel's, "it would be a shame to see you give up now."

   "I won't give you that pleasure," my own voice frightened me. It was dry and rough, and a cough must have been caused by the drying of my throat. 

   "I don't doubt it coming from you, it's not in your nature anyway."

Now that he was bringing it up. I was scratching my throat, "Hey, while we're here, how do you know so much about me?" A melodious sneer sounded in the room plunged into darkness.  

   "You see, from my point of view, if I want to succeed in a mission to perfection, I have to know my target. I've been watching you for several months, Stilinski," his voice got harder, "If there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that I know you better than anyone. Maybe I know you better than you do yourself... but there's something you need to know. The person I'm targeting, the person who's my mission, my target, it's not you."  

Why is being bugged watching me, stalking me, spying on me, following me (yes I know these are all synonyms) when I'm not even the principal target ? That's what I asked.

   "Think, Stiles. I already told you."

What a pain in the ass. I'm on the verge of death, and I'M the one who have to think ? I don't want tp say it's not the time, but it's not the time. I spend a little time thinking out loud, under the gaze of our Gabi.

   "Let's see, first of all you attacked me on a full moon night, even if I must admit that I have no idea what I was doing there. So, by this logic... you come growling in the bathroom of a high school subject to paranormal experiences, in other words nothing more nice and normal. Then the attack at my home, very conventional by the way, and now this. This weird kidnapping. But...," a light lit in my little brain, "at our last two meetings, you were always talking about the same person. Certain to have the last word," I finish my sentence in a sigh, "you threatened the same person at home and facing Peter." I raised my head, suddenly stressed and having found the answer he expected from me, "Derek. You want Derek."

   "Brilliant."

   "I won't say brilliant, just obvious when you think of it twice." He raised an eyebrow, and my answer didn't surprise him very much, "If you touch any of Derek's hair, I swear I will -

   "And what are you going to do, hmm?", he rose abruptly from his chair, spreading his arms in Christ the Redeemer mode*, "You are a human. A simple human in a strange pack. And you think you can compete with me?" He laughs, getting more and more dangerously close to me, "Let's see, Stiles, be realistic for a second in your poor hyperactive life. You're no match for me. No one is." He had finished his sentence, close to my face, and his jackal breath had lodged directly in my poor nostrils. Confident, I smiled at him, looking into his eyes of alphas, not blinking.

   "You can do whatever you want with me, torture me, treat me like a dog, even if you're dogs," I turn to the Beta, "no offense, of course." I place my eyes in the iris of the Alpha, "But I will never agree with you. I've been in this pack for years and, you know what, I've known more scary and powerful than you. You're not the first one to take Peter down." Gabi doesn't seem to have listened to any of my words. He just laughs at a laugh that affects the walls of the warehouse.

   "And who would be big enough to bring down Peter Hale?" My smile widens, and now right now, this guy signed his death. 

   "Your target." Gabi freezes. His eyes turned red for a second, before he slammed a hand down my throat. 

   "Derek's just an omega, he's nowhere near my height. By the way," he lets go and spreads a little, "I kidnapped you in the hope of attracting him to me, but he didn't come. When I thought I stole what he cared about most, I was probably wrong. In that case, you don't matter anymore, I'd better kill you right now." He pulls out his claws with a wrist stroke and raises his hand in the air, ready to shoot it down on me. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. I heard Gabi let go a triumphant chuckle.

   "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." The voice rang for a second in the warehouse. I took a second to raise my head, since Gabi did not end my life, to see Peter proudly standing in the frame of the broken door. He smiles wide, his omega eyes shiny, "I told you you'd attract hell to your ass, Gabou."