Chapter 10 || Stay With Me

Chapter 10

“We have to tell his dad,” Malia said softly when she had calmed down slightly and reentered the loft.

“He’ll probably be at the Sheriff’s station by now,” Scott said looking at his watch, “I’ll come with you,”

“I’ll drive you guys,” Parrish spoke up “I have to go to work anyways, and the Sheriff will probably be wanting an explanation from me.” Malia saw him flinch at the idea. He had wanted to tell the Sheriff about their plan with Gerard, but Stiles had been insistent. He didn’t want to put his dad in any danger. Jordan hadn’t liked it, but Stiles had left him little choice, he could be very convincing when he wanted to.

“We’ll make sure he knows that you had no choice but to leave him in the dark” Scott assured him

“He knows what his son is like, he won’t be upset at you,” Lydia said squeezing Jordan’s arm gently. Malia noticed the look that passed between the two of them with curiosity, making a mental note to ask Lydia about that later.

“What should the rest of us do?” Liam asked

“Someone should fill Deaton in about the situation,” Scott said

“I’ll do that” Liam responded, looking relieved to have something solid to do.

“I’ll come with you,” Mason said, looking as if he just wanted to get out of the loft and do some field work, Malia couldn’t blame him.

“The rest of you can start making a list of places where he might be, abandon buildings or something like,” Scott said with a shrug. Malia could tell he knew how pointless of an idea that was. Beacon Hills was too big of a place to make something like that practical. It was like that work that she was given in class that was just to take up time so the teacher could pretend that they had accomplished something. It always made Stiles grumble under his breath. Busy work he called it. Scott was giving them busy work to make them feel like they were helping.

“We can also see where any of the hunters we know of have been seen” Lydia suggested. Malia thought that seemed like a better idea. Scott must've thought so too as he smiled at her and nodded.

“Ready?” Parrish asked putting his hand on her shoulder. She nodded and the three of them walked out to his car. They were all silent for the entire car ride as they were all caught up in their own thoughts. Malia barely noticed when the car came to a stop in front of the station. Parrish turned to look at her and Scott. “Ready?” He asked again. She nodded, but Scott sat looking straight ahead, she heard a hitch in his breathing. Jordan leaned over and squeezed his arm. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

“It’s just; the Sheriff has been through so much. I have had to tell him way too many times that Stiles was missing. When he was sleepwalking and when he was taken over by the Nogitsune. Now I have to tell him that his son is not only missing, but kidnaped. He’s just been through so much…” Scott took a deep breath trying to center himself.

“We,” Malia said

“What?” Scott turned to look at her.

“We are going to tell him about Stiles. You aren’t alone Scott, we’re here for you.” Malia tried to sound brave, even though she knew that telling the Sheriff was going to be one of the most painful things she had experienced.

“That’s right, and the Sheriff is a strong man, he will make it through,” Parrish added. Scott nodded at them and pushed open his door. Malia and Parrish followed suit. Malia grabbed Scott’s hand as they looked anxiously at the entrance. He squeezed her hand and they walked into the Sheriff’s station.

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They didn’t need to douse Stiles with water this time on account of the fact that he hadn’t slept a wink. He had gotten really use to not sleeping a lot in the past few years. Many nights chasing monsters and then going to school the next morning meant he had perfected the art of functioning on sleep deprivation.

Unfortunately, the fact that he was awake didn’t stop the man from throwing the bucket of freezing water on him. Stiles sputtered, blowing the water out of his face and blinking it out of his eyes. It took him a couple seconds to realize there were three people in the room: the man who had been torturing him, a red-haired man, and a woman.

“We are going to try a different tactic today Stiles. The others feel that your interrogation is going too slowly, so we are going to step it up a bit.” The man who had been torturing him spoke, giving a side glance at the woman. She nodded at them and the two men moved forward. They began untying him, when they had finished they each grabbed one of his arms and yanked him up. He began struggling and one of them punched him in the side. He would have doubled over in pain, but they held him firmly up and he was no match for their strength. They dragged him over to the wall and pushed him against it. Then they brought his arms above his head and enclosed them in manacles.

“Get out” the woman said once they had finished. Giving Stiles a sneer, his torturer followed the ginger out and closed the door behind him. Stiles turned his attention to the woman; he had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched her take out a knife. “Stiles, Stiles, Stiles.” She said walking towards him. “You are a stubborn one aren’t you?” She brought her hand up to his cheek and stroked it gently. He jerked his head away and she dropped her hand. “I’m going to warn you Stiles, I don’t enjoy torture as much as Cooper does.”

“I doubt anyone does.” Stiles said making a note of his torturer's name.

“Yes, well, unfortunately for you that means that I would like to get this over with as soon as possible. That means that I won’t be as patient as Cooper either.” Stiles froze as the meaning of her words sunk in. She wasn't going to toy with him as Cooper had, she was going to get right down to business. She brought the knife up to his throat. “So make this easier on yourself and just answer my questions.” In response Stiles brought his knee up and connected with her stomach, she sputtered and backed up.

“You bastard” She spat. She recovered quickly and before Stiles could react she brought her leg up and kicked him full force in the stomach. He began coughing violently and dry heaving. He would have thrown up if he had anything in his stomach. He still hadn’t caught his breath when she kicked his feet out from under him. He fell so that the chains around his wrists were the only thing holding him up. He tried to regain his footing, but she punched him in the face, causing his head to slam against the wall.

“You don’t have to make this so hard on yourself handsome.” She said as she backed away, he slowly got his feet under him again and stood up.

“Well…I’m certainly…not going to make…it easier for you.” He said trying to catch his breath.

“I have to say, I might admire your resistance if it wasn’t such a huge pain in my ass.” She step forward and brought the knife to his cheek, slowly pulling it across. He winced at the pain and felt blood begin to drip. “Now tell me the names of every member of your pack.” She said, finally getting to the interrogation part of the torture.

“Scott McCall, Jordan Parrish, Lydia Martin…” He listed the people he knew that they would know about.

“Who else?”

“Kira Yukimura and Malia Tate.” He said watching her reaction.

“You mean Malia Hale?” She said, confirming his suspicions that she knew about both of them.

“Yes Hale…oh and those three omegas you let slip through your fingers.” That comment earned him a slice on his thigh.

“What about Peter and Derek Hale?” Stiles considered lying but decided the truth would be better. That way if Scott managed to get a hold of Derek the hunters would be in for a nasty surprise.

“Peter is locked away in Eichen House and I haven’t seen Derek since Mexico.”

“Do you know what he is doing?”

“No, if you’ve ever met him you would know how poor of a conversationalist his is. He also has a habit of disappearing without telling us.” He lied smoothly, in truth he knew exactly what Derek was doing. He wasn’t sure if she believed him, but she dropped the topic anyways.

“What about Isaac Lahey?”

“Haven’t seen him since he went to France after Allison died.”

“You sure about that?”

“Do you know what he looks like? He’s a freaking tree; I think I would notice if he were around.” The woman slammed him against the wall, placing her forearm against his throat. He tried to struggle against her but froze when he felt the knife against his side.

“Tell the truth Stiles.” She pressed harder against his throat.

“I…am…” He gasped.

“No, you aren’t, we saw him entering Derek’s loft with you the other day,” She released the pressure against his throat but still kept him pinned. “Oh yeah, we know all about the loft.” She said noting the glint of fear in his eyes.

“Why do you need me if you know everything already?”

“To confirm what we know and fill in the gaps about what we don’t. You also have the double advantage of sending your pack into a frenzy. They are more worried about saving you than they are about taking us down. All their energy is going into finding you, but Stiles, they are never going to find you.” She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her “Now tell me who else is in your pack.”

“No one, that’s it.” The words were barely out of his mouth when she stepped back, pulling the knife along his side as she did it. He cried out as it sliced through his thin t-shirt.

“I think you’re forgetting about a certain little beta and his friend, what did he call him? Oh, I remember, Mason. What is Mason? Did Scott bite him too?”

“No, he’s just a kid, he’s just a human boy who got dragged into all of this because his best friend turned into a werewolf.”

“Aw that sounds familiar doesn’t it? The only difference is, Mason wasn’t the one who got his friend bitten.” Stiles refused to let her make him feel guilty. Scott didn’t blame him and he didn’t blame himself, seriously there was no way he could’ve known a freaking Alpha werewolf was out wandering the woods that night looking for people to turn.

“Alright that’s it, that is everyone in the pack.” Stiles said being fully honest this time.

“Well, that’s one question down at least. I’m beginning to see why Cooper had such a hard time with you yesterday. Now tell me about the relationships in the pack.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Stiles. You are a group of teenagers with raging hormones; I know most of you must’ve paired off by now. So tell me who is dating who.”

“None of us are dating each other specifically. We all just kind of get together in Derek’s loft and have a huge orgy.” He said bracing himself for her reaction. She put her hand against his chest and pushed him back, she was about to cut his arm when she stopped. Stiles winced when she ran her hand along his chest, realizing that she could feel his scars.

“Well, what do we have here?” She put her knife against the collar of his shirt and sliced it in half. She took a step back to look at the cuts across his chest, he knew she could tell they were fairly recent.

“One of the omegas get to you before your Alpha got them under control?” She guessed. He didn’t respond, but she took his silence as confirmation. “See Stiles, this is exactly why I do what I do. These creatures are dangerous to everyone around them.”

“They don’t have to be, Scott has never hurt anyone and he can teach them control.”

“You have seen a lot in your short years in this life, but I have seen a lot more. They are violent beings and eventually their nature will catch up to them. It always happens.”

“Not with Scott.” Stiles shook his head vehemently.

“I won’t try to convince you because I know you won’t believe me, but it will happen someday Stiles.” She ran a hand along his bare chest and he had to resist the urge to shiver, “Now tell me who is dating.”

“We don’t really have time for dating.” Stiles said, which was half true. She gave him a sickly sweet smile and cocked her head at him.

“You know how those scars would look cooler? If I made them look like Wolverine’s symbol. You know Wolverine from the X-Men right?” Stiles started struggling frantically as he realized what she was saying, but it was no use. He screamed as her knife sliced across his chest.

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