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Stiles' POV:
Crap…This definitely seems like a situation where I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and things can only get worse from here.
Though I don't know how much worse than being tied up in a dark room sitting on a metal chair, but, you know, I'm not dead yet. I say yet, because I'm tied up, sitting in the dark, on a metal chair, and I don't know who my captors are.
Obviously, I'm freaked the fuck out. This was not how today was supposed to go. No, I was just supposed to go meet Daniel and have a grand old time reading some books. But nooooo, some stupidly suspicious people chase me and shove me in a van. I stupidly get knocked out so I have no inkling of anything but darkness.
I was three blocks away from safety, the police station was so close. Hopefully, someone saw the atrocity that happened to me. I'm going to be the face on the side of milk cartons. I'm going to be a milk carton child. People will say, 'oh, what happened to Stiles? Oh, I don't know he went missing one day.' That's gonna be me!
It probably already is me. I don't know how long I've been out. I'm going crazy in my own mind, but I expected this because my mind moves too fast, and being stuck with nothing and not being able to move is a little bit too much. If my mouth wasn't tied, all of this would be spoken out loud. I wouldn't be able to control it. I can't stop thinking, especially now that I'm awake. I want to go to sleep. Maybe I'd stop thinking, but then that also put me in a bad position because who wants to be asleep in a place where they don't know where they are? You need safety to sleep; if you don't have it, then sleep doesn't come, unfortunately, so even though I want to sleep, I can't because I'm nervous and scared, and I'm kidnapped. I've been kidnapped, me!
I thought I was supposed to be a badass now? You know, being a Grimm and all, but no, I am still weak. I go to Beacon Hills. I go to take care of all the problems and take care of all loose ends. And I came back to Portland to say hi to Daniel. To maybe go reconnect a little bit with Nick and see what's going on here in Portland. To live here since I don't have a home anymore. But nooooo, somehow, on my first day back, trouble finds me again.
A-fucking-gain!
I thought I'd be stuck in darkness for a few more hours, but suddenly a loud scream came from outside, or at least farther away. I can't see the door; it's so dark. Or well, it was dark because after a few more agonizing screams, the door flew off its hinges, barely missing myself and my metal chair. I was blinded momentarily by the light, but I could make out the female figure in the doorway. She was just standing there, staring and being totally robotic. Two other silhouettes came to the doorway, another woman with cropped hair and a fairly built man from what I could tell without seeing their faces.
"So, you just gonna stare, or are you gonna at least untie me?" I ask, opening my big mouth, well that's sorta what they heard, as it was slightly muffled since I had something over my mouth.
If it was handcuffs, I could've slipped them ages ago but sadly, whoever tied me up, was using good ol' rope. And they tied it really tight. So, stuck, I was.
Suddenly the ropes tying me to the chair fell, and I pulled my hands in front of me. I rubbed my wrists and stood, ripping the tape from my face. What the hell?
I walked forward, "Okay. Don't know how you did that, but I don't judge," I say, pausing before them.
"I'm Stiles, by the way," I say as I peep behind them, seeing the floor littered with bodies. Definitely dead bodies. What the hell!?
"Eve." The lady I saw first says.
"Trubel. Why were you here? Tied up?" Says the other girl.
The guy says nothing waiting for my response.
"Uh… right. Well, I have no idea, aside from being kidnapped on my way to my friend's house. I haven't seen anyone since the people shoved me in the van. I don't know how long I've been here either. Not too long, though, I'm not starving yet, so I assume I've only been out for a day or so. I think." I said, looking at the strangers before me.
I expected some kind of explanation, but they just ignored me to converse between themselves. How oddly normal. But I just shut up and listen in anyway. Even if they turn their back towards me, I could still obviously hear them. But I'll pretend because they scare me.
Trubel's POV:
"You think he's telling the truth?" I ask.
"I can get the truth ou t of him... if you believe he's not telling it." Eve said.
"No. Let's not scare him more than he is. He seems to be a kid caught up in this mess. But just in case, let's track him for a while just to make sure." Meisner said, stopping Eve from probably torturing, Stiles, was it?
"Hey, Stiles, right?" I called for him as I saw him just standing there waiting for us to finish. But he looked slightly more worried; he was good at hiding his feelings because I know he can see the dead bodies, no doubt he thinks we're psychos.
"I'll drop you off at your place, come with me," I said.
"Uh yeah, thanks, but... no thanks. Just point me to an exit, and I'll get home myself. Not to be rude, but I don't trust you guys enough. A bit shady with all the dead bodies at your feet, you know. So just show me a road, and I'll be on my way. No offense." he said.
Ah, there it is. He totally thinks we're psychos. Well, I guess I can't really blame him. Meisner gives the okay and I lead the kid.
"Fine let's go," I say leading him through the sea of Eve's victims.
Stiles POV:
No way in hell I'm leading them back to my books and to Daniel. I got him involved enough as is. Also, my keys are still at his house hidden away; I don't need anyone knowing that I stash my stuff there. Also, for the fact that they just killed all the people here. I mean, they didn't kidnap me, but they also murdered a bunch of people, so I'm gonna just excuse myself from this situation.
"Fine Trubel, take him to the road as he wants, make sure he leaves. Eve, let's clean up and finish this. Meet back later."
The guy, who's name was never given, says as he stalks off with the Eve lady, I'm assuming, leaving the other girl and me standing awkwardly together.
"Fine let's go," She says, leading the way to the exit.
She glances back, seeing me follow her. I keep my hands in my pocket, skillfully avoiding the dead bodies that the weird and terrifying lady, Eve, left in her wake.
Trubel's POV:
It's weird that this kid was tied up in this hideout for Black Claw. He seems like he's just a normal person. I don't doubt they had anything good planned for him. Probably lots and lots and lots of torture. I wonder why they picked him, though? Was he just some random person off the street, or was it a planned attack? Is he important somehow, or does he know someone who shouldn't, or does he know something he shouldn't?
So far, the kid looked clueless. Just from what he said, I don't believe he's lying, but then some people are good liars. Well, now's not the time to look into kidnapped kids. Black Claw is digging its claws into Portland, and that is something to worry about. Maybe we could look into the kid later. I mean, I'm sure Eve could get information out of him, but if he's just a normal kid, I don't want to scar him for life.
There's just something about him, but I can't put my finger on it. He said his name was Stiles, so maybe I'll look him up when we're not so busy in the future. I will keep an eye on him. But that will have to be for later. There's too much stuff going on. So many more black claw hideouts that need to be taken out.
And I still have to find Nick. I stopped by his place, but he wasn't there. All of his furniture was gone. It looked like he moved.
Work comes first, though. Then Nick, and then the kid. Unless the kid turns out to be work, then I'll be seeing him sooner than later. I watch the kid walk down the highway, and I wait till I don't see him anymore.
He looked back a few times but kept steadily going forward. Once he was gone from the sight, I turned back and walked back into the building to make sure that everyone was dead. Not that I doubt Eve, it's just better to make sure just in case.
Stiles POV:
I looked back one, okay five times, as I left that warehouse. Those people seemed dangerous, and more so than the idiots who got the jump on me. I mean, if I wasn't so tired, maybe I could've fought back more. I mean, what I did to Derek is proof enough that I can actually fight back against the supernatural/wesen community, even if I shouldn't be able to, considering the lack of martial art knowledge and lack of muscle one would need to flip one Derek Hale over my head. But it happened, boy, what a rush that I will never let him live down.
Even though Grimms don't exist in Beacon Hills, as well as Wesen. I don't understand how mom ever thought that place was peaceful. Honestly, wesen seems more civilized than the creatures of Beacon Hills.
Anyway, how the hell am I getting back to Daniels? I don't want to hitchhike; I can already read the papers tomorrow: Boy, 17, Dead, head chopped off on the side of a highway, killer unknown. I'm jinxing myself. I am really jinxing myself. Considering my luck, I should just stop thinking about this.
At least I'm on the road somewhere. I'm assuming she pointed me somewhere towards the city. Suppose I had my phone, which they took from me. Or if I had my wallet, which they also took from me, this would've been a little bit easier, but I have neither, and it's not like I'm going to go back in there and say hey, give me my wallet back. I don't think I want to be involved with those people. As badass as it was that they took down all those people in the hallway, they did murder all those people in the hallway, so you know, let's not get involved with that.
I don't need any more death and trouble on my hands. I just need to find the city, and I need to get a cab or at least someone to point me in the direction of Daniel's house or whatever it is. I need to make sure the keys are still there. I need to make sure all my books are still nice and kept.
I know I told Daniel to look after them, but weird shit happens in Portland, so you never know. Man, I just hope I get home by today.
Oh wow, I called it home, that's going to be weird to get used to, but I left Beacon Hills behind, so I think it is about time to branch out and find a new home.