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Stiles opened his eyes, and saw the silhouette of what he thought was a man. He couldn't remember where he was, or how he got here. His head felt like a ticking bomb that was about to explode in any second. Suddenly he felt extremely nauseous, and the next second he bent over and vomited on the floor. He tried to wipe the vomit off his mouth with his hand, but it was stuck to something. Then he remembered where he was. He recognized the silhouette above him and the rasping voice of an old man. Stiles ground his teeth. It was Gerard. With the kanima standing by his side and Stiles' phone in his hand.
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"They'll find me! Scott and Derek. They know my scent. They're probably on their way right now! You shouldn't mess with werewolves, you know! And what do you want with me anyway?" Stiles really hoped that Scott was looking for him. The only weapon Stiles had was his big mouth. Not that he was afraid to use it, but it was limited how long he could keep going without getting beaten up by Gerard.
"I'm glad you mentioned Derek, Stiles. You have a little crush on him, don't you?"
Stiles stiffened and stared at the old man in front of him. Was it really that obvious? Wow, he needed to be much more careful. He didn’t want anyone to find out, especially not Derek.
"Just tell me what the hell you want."
Gerard smirked. "I want you to call your boyfriend, and tell him to come over. Alone."
Stiles blushed deep. "Derek is not my boyfriend. He doesn't even like me that way," he muttered, most for himself.
"Well, let's hope he likes you enough to save your life."
The kanima started to move closer to where Stiles sat with his hands and feet tied up. The shapeshifter stretched out its tongue and made a horrible hissing sound, like a snake. Stiles could literally smell the kanima's breath. It was so awful that he almost vomited again.
"I think you better hurry, Stiles. It looks like Jackson here is starting to get a little impatient."
"What do you want with Derek?!"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Tell me now!"
BANG!
Gerard's fist hit him so hard on the jaw that Stiles blacked out for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes, Gerard was standing over him again with a horrifying look on his face.
"You better do as I say, boy. Killing you shouldn't be a big problem."
Gerard pressed "call" and threw the phone on the floor in front of Stiles.
"What is it, Stiles?" The sound of Derek's voice made Stiles' heart skip a bit.
"Derek..."
"Is there something wrong?"
"..."
"Stiles? Stiles, are you okay?"
"Derek, you need to get here as fast as you can, okay? I'm at Argent’s. Get your wolf ass down here." (He wanted to add gorgeous wolf ass, buuut...)
"Stiles, what is going on? Why are you at Argent’s?"
"Just get he..." Gerard grabbed the phone before he could do anything about it.
"Hello Derek. As you heard, we really want you to come over. You know what I want."
"Gerard you son of a b…"
"Come alone, or I let Jackson kill Stiles immediately."
Then he hung up.