Date: 2014-08-22 11:49 am (UTC)
wannabebatman: (very displeased)
Stiles only has maybe ten minutes to sit down there alone and wonder what's happened and what's to come. Still feels like forever, though, especially since there's no way for him to know if everyone is okay, if Scott and Derek got out, if Boyd and Erica are still breathing. He's testing the bonds on his wrists for the hundredth time when they hit him, his head rocking back, taste of blood heavy in his mouth. He didn't even see them coming. Then again, why would he? He's so very human. Fragile and soft. Hell, if he's honest he isn't even all that strong for a human. No, this wasn't a good idea, but there weren't any others. No other way he could think of to get everyone else out. Of course, he was supposed to get out, too.

One of them hits him again as the other paces across the room, snarling, and as he blinks away the stars all he can think is, boy, they look pissed. Something must be going right for Team Scooby. Briefly, he wonders if he's the Xander to Scott's Buffy. If that makes Derek Angel, and then shakes that image away. Maybe they hit him harder than he thought.

"He isn't coming for me. You're wasting your time," he manages, before one of them hits him a third time and snarls at him to shut up. It's pointless. They all know better. In his heart, Stiles can feel it. Derek won't leave him here. He's coming. And that's the most terrifying thing of all of this.
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