"please, just let me help you"
"why should i? everyone i know either dies or thinks i'm a total freak show"
Georgia Ray is a social outcast. Nobody bothers to spare her a second glance, unless it's to roll their eyes or scoff. Living alone w...
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GEORGIA'S WHOLE BODY was shaking, covered in a layer of sweat. Her dark hair clung to the sides of her face and neck in a disheveled mess. She was down in the Argent family's basement, chained up by her hands. The same chains that held her there were sending shocks of electricity, making her unable to shift or heal.
Blood occasionally pooled out of her bullet wound, drizzling down her body before splattering on the floor. She hung there all day before more hunters came down, binding Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd up right beside her.
That was when Georgia started struggling. She hated hearing them cry, able to smell their pain. It only magnified her own. No longer was she waiting for death, but preying they'd be rescued. Georgia determined that Chris hadn't saved her, he only made everything worse.
Georgia tugged desperately at her hands, trying to free them. With the electrocurrents, however, she was too weak to break anything. Even Boyd, as big and strong as he was, failed to save himself. It was a miserable environment.
Georgia worried about what everyone else was thinking. People like Stiles. If Georgia had a good grasp on what time it was, he should've just completed the final lacrosse game of the season. Georgia wondered if he knew the Argents got her or if they came up with a deploy.
Georgia wasn't able to hear the footsteps approaching the door to the basement, only listening in when it opened and shut.
"Hey, what the hell?!" Stiles of all people was locked down with them. Georgia squeezed her eyes shut, terrified that he'd be hurt just like them.
Stiles let out a sigh, walking down the steps. He was still dressed in his lacrosse jersey. His eyes widened when he saw who was there, "Georgia!" he ran over to her, not expecting to see her, "I thought you ran away."
Georgia tried desperately to shake her head no when Stiles reached out for the duct tape covering her mouth. He grabbed at it nonetheless, flinching away when he felt a zap.
"They were trying to warn you," Gerard made his way downstairs, "It's electrified."
"What are you doing with them?" Stiles stood in front of Georgia, afraid that they were killing her.
"At the moment, just keeping them comfortable," Gerard said, leaning against the wall, "There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their Alpha's too strong."
"Okay. So what are you doing with me? Because Scott can find me, alright?" Stiles grew annoyed, "He knows my scent. It's pungent, you know? It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine."
"You have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski," Gerard stalked closer to him, "Let me paint one of my own. Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?"
