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        Waking up with a gasp, the boy looked around. He was contained in a small space, his body lying down as a black material merely suffocates him. Moving him arms up - with struggle - he tried to claw at the bag, shouting and screaming. "Get me out!"

        Gasping, he feels something coursing through his veins, something filling up his whole body. On instinct he pushed against the bag and watched as it disintegrated. As he turned his head as much as he could to look around, his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could see light shining behind his head, the metal containing him seemed like it was getting smaller and smaller, making the boy panic again.

        "Help me!" his voice echoed around him as the walls get closer and closer. His eyes watering as he punches the metal over and over, a dent forming and becoming deeper and wider. Light suddenly shined around him as he somehow moved backwards. Looking up, he found a woman above him, grinning wickedly.

        "Hello Roman." 

        Moving to sit up, he looked around. The room was white and grey. He was confused, where was he? "Where am I? Who are you?" His mouth asked the questions before he could register it, his bones protesting as they cracked and ached. He stood up, towering over the lady as she smirked.

        "You're in a morgue sweetie." 

        Roman stared blankly at her, raising an eyebrow as he shifted on his feet. "Why?"

        "So many questions that will not be answered." She spat out, walking towards him. Flinching, he held out his hand, "St - "

        In an instant, her hand reached out and clapsed around his oustretched one, squeezing tightly and crushing most of his fingers. Growling, he held his hand close to his chest, instantly spitting out words quickly. "What was that for!?" 

        "Don't be so weak. You're dreaming." Breathing heavily, he looked at her shocked. He was dreaming?

        "Wake up!" Her voice started to distort, her face becoming a blur as he stumbled. "Wake up!" It wasn't her voice anymore, it sounded male, far away..

        "WAKE UP!"

        Darkness filled his eye sight before vanishing and he was once again looking up at the ceiling. He instantly lifted his injured hand towards him. Only to find it normal. He looked up again and saw four faces staring down at him. The dark - skinned male started whispering, casting concerened and curious glances at the boy below him. Roman could hardly make out the words, but caught a few.

        " - a spirit - nemeton - sometimes - dreams - "

        His eyes instantly locked onto hazel ones, the exact same from the unknown place he woke up from. "Stiles." He whispered, curiosity and shock were the only thing he could feel. "How did you do it?" His voice became louder, harsher.

        "W - What?" The boy stuttered, shaking softly. This only made Roman angrier, causing him to growl and lunge at him, only to be thrown back onto the draw. Looking at the hand on his - bare - chest, he saw claws lightly dig into him. A tan boy growled back at him.

        "Does he look familiar?" The dark - skinned man said to the girl who stood off to the side, not being able to answer as the werewolf in front of Roman did. 

        "Why would he?" 

        The dark - skinned man sighed, and grasped the name tag hanging off the drawer connected to the draw Roman was sitting on and read it out loud.

        

        

                "Roman Argent." 

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SUCKY FIRST CHAPTER I KNOW BUT YOU FOUND OUT HIS NAME! ROMAN ARGENT, AND YOU PROBABLY ALL KNOW WHO HIS PARENT IS.

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