Keeping Hostage
‘This is not how I planned my evening,’ Stiles thought as he starred at the wall for the past hour. After he had freed his sister from the others, Stiles was taken away unconsciously. Just great. Despite his hands being bound behind him, Stiles maneuvered his fingers to let out a small slither of red energy to roam free. Following the argument in the other room, Stiles had the energy to travel into the kitchen area. Tying itself to the nearest body, Stiles tap into their ears and eyes.
In the kitchen, the others were discussing their next plan of attack. During their discussion though, everyone was unaware of the sudden red glow that appeared in Lydia’s eyes.
“You really have got to stop suggesting death as an option, Malia,” Scott sighs as he struggle to reason with the coyote.
“What else do you suggest?” Malia exclaims. “This guy and his sister tried to kill us!”
“Well technically they tried to stop you guys from interfering with their plans,” Danny said as he continues typing at his laptop. He didn’t even flinch when Malia growled at him.
“But can’t we talk this out?” Scott asks. “I mean what if we get him to tell us what he wants.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that he would be in a real talky mood after what I did to him,” Peter said smugly. “Either way, he still owes for what he stole from the mansion.”
“See, even my dad agrees,” Malia said.
“But what if Scott is right?” Isaac said. “Maybe this isn’t Stiles and Allison’s fault. What if they were just at the wrong time, at the wrong place kind of thing? Can’t we see what he knows?”
“You’re only saying that because you want in, in his pants,” Malia sneers.
“Malia!” Kira exclaims incredulously.
“What? I’m just saying we’ve got to take them out before they do us.”
“But killing is just not right. There has got to be a way around this,” Scott said.
“What about when they do kill us? What then?” Boyd finally asks.
This made the whole room silent. At one point though Jackson notices how silent his girlfriend is. “Lyds, babe, you okay? You usually make one of your smart suggestions by now.”
But the girl stayed silent. In fact it was almost unnerving. Finally looking up from his security sweep, Danny analyzed the silent banshee. “Why are your eyes red?”
Looking alarm, Derek walk over to her before lifting her face up. Anybody within range could see how blank her face was and how her eyes were no longer its bright green eyes.
Growling at this new discovery Jackson made a quick dash into the living room. The others soon follow to find Jackson lifting up their capture by the neck. “Break your hold on my girl before I break your neck.”
Despite the eye roll the others saw how a red aura disperse from Lydia before she began falling. Isaac and Kira were real quick in catching the banshee. Jackson drop the boy before making his way back over to his girlfriend.
Groaning from his spot on the ground Stiles tries to pull himself up. It didn’t take long before he felt himself being lifted by his hands. Looking over his shoulder he saw one of the werewolves helping him up. This one was Scott he believes.
After he was placed back down into his seat, Scott took off the gag around Stiles’ mouth. The True Alpha then took a seat in front of the scarlet-clad boy. “So what’s your story?”
The boy just sat there while staring at the werewolf with a expressionless look.
“I don’t think you’re gonna get a thing out of him, Scott,” Erica told him as she walk up from behind. “I think we should just torture him.” Erica just snap out her claws without a second thought.
“Erica, don’t even think about it,” Derek warns.
“But-”
“I said, no.”
“Actually, my dear nephew, I think she just gave me an idea.” When everybody turned his way he continues. “What if we try that technique I taught you a while back? You know the one where you utilize those alpha powers you possess.”
“What is he talking about, Derek?” Kira asks what everybody was thinking.
“It’s an ability that only a highly trained Alpha can do. It’s where we can access one’s mind and memory. In fact we can even manipulate and erase stuff if we wanted to.”
“So what? You’re going to find my sad memories and use them against me? How clever,” Stiles snarks from his spot.
“Please do it now before he speaks again,” Jackson says.
Extending his claws, Derek made quick work by injecting his claws into the back of the witch’s neck. Derek was immediately hit with an overwhelming feeling before he appeared in a white room. It wasn’t long before Stiles appears in his long red leather coat. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said before lifting up both hands encased with energy. He drew both arms back before pushing forward. Derek finally knew what he did when he felt a great push on his chest, forcing the werewolf out of the boy’s head.
Falling backward Derek took notice to how the others were staring at him in shock. “What happen?”
“You’re kidding right?” Lydia asks. “You were just acting as if you were being electrocuted or something. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, but-”
“’but nothing’” Stiles interrupted. “You are obviously not in the position to question what just happen. You are just not ready for the Alpha powers.”
“Why you-”
Before anyone could blink, Stiles hands exploded with energy, ripping his bonds in half. Making a one-eighty turn, Stile thrust forward his left arm, creating a vice grip on the Alpha’s neck. With his right, Stiles pushed back the others on to the ground.
Turning his attention back to the one in his grip, Stiles told him, “You should’ve listen to your friend, Danny. I wouldn’t have to hurt you as long as you didn’t get in my way. But I guess I can just teach you the hard way what will happen if you cross me.”
Before he could make his move though, the door to the loft burst open, revealing Allison on the other side. “Stiles, come on.”
Looking back at everybody, Stiles lets go of his grip on everybody before walking out with his sister, not looking back to their enemy.
“Yeah,” Isaac groans. “I think we’re screwed.”