wrong person to rob

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with stiles:

stiles opened his eyes groggily, he had a headache- probably from dehydration and every part of him felt like a dead weight. he tried to stand in the darkness but strong chains held him fast in place. they burned when he pushed against them. stiles was sent tumbling back into the ground as he lost his footing. he hit the cold concrete with a thud.

"what the.."

stiles muttered yanking harder, he winced at the sizzling of his skin. he was getting increasingly more angry. he tried using ice to freeze the chains. his powers weren't working. not at all.

stiles groaned out in fury and helplessness, he tried to think back- the mall, lunch, malia outside, three men, malia injected him- said it would put him out for two days. two whole days? 48 hours he had been u responsive. the colour drained from his face  at the realisation, he had been out for two whole days. stiles wanted to cry but held strong in fear of someone seeing him through cameras or other means. he opted for drifting in and out of consciousness where he sat.  after a certain period of time could have been minutes or hours a door creaked open, slits of lights invaded the room. it opened fully and stiles was engulfed in sickly yellow lighting- he squinted at the sudden attack on his eyes and managed to make out three people who stood in front of him.

a large bulky looking man who could probably crush his head like a sparrow egg and a thin wiry man slightly hiding behind him. he put on a strong facade but it was clear he was scared of the werefox and in the front stood...

"malia"

he spat. venom lacing his words. his lips twisted into an aggressive snarl. she rolled her eyes and chuckled hollowly.

"hey stiles. glad to see your finally awake"

he tried lunging for her but his chains yanked him back- he let out a yelp of pain as the metal stared his skin. she pouted at him as he struggled to break free.

"no. stiles- i would stop straining yourself. those little chains are laced with foxglove. your powers are... well. useless"

sh shrugged a little at the end and shot him a cold smile.

"get comfy cause in about..."

she checked her watch

"10 hous exactly. you will be shipped off to cruncher. and let me tell you that man is not happy after your last meeting. well... bye"

she turned to leave. waving as she went.

"derek will be here soon."

he managed still aching with pain. she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. a malicious grin on her face. she knelt down- just out of reach of the werefox. the strong stench of the pack wafted off her. normally confront but on her skin it felt like fire to his senses. 'how dare she parade around like that- smelling like a pack she's not loyal to' he thought to himself. biting his tongue to stop him from spitting the words at her cocky face.

"hmm. no, no i don't think so... i've been over there for two days. everyone's given up. oh you should have seen dereks face when i told him you ran- i almost felt bad. but! no one's coming to save you. after all, you betrayed them!"

stiles' face morphed into one filled with sadness she tapped his nose and he lunged again. she laughed loudly at the attempt and stalked out the room just as she was about to leave she mumbled

"knock him around a bit. he needs to be a little weaker before we hand him over. oh and don't hold back"

the two men chuckled and focused their attention on the trapped fox. he bared his teeth as if it would deter them but they kept advancing. stiles tried to scramble back, his head it the wall and all he could do was watch as the men approached. a sickening smirk plastered on their faces. 

he had no way of defending himself as they sent blow after blow, throwing punches and kicks to every part of him. when he was gasping for breath and disorientated the thin one propped him against the wall.

"that hoodie reeks of another alpha. how bout we rip it off?"

he sneered at stiles. when the man got close he lunged forward, he grabbed the man's legs and kicked him square in the groin- sending it straight in between his legs. the man keeled over in pain and writhed on the floor spitting obscenities.

"don't you fucking dare"

he snarled eyeing up the withering man.

the bigger man looked furious and he  wound up his fist then  sent it straight into stiles' face. blood gushed out of his nose and stiles coughed up more. it dribbled down his chin as he slumped forward.

"pathetic"
he growled spitting on stiles.

the two men laughed to each other. gave him one more kick for good luck then left. slamming the door behind them and plunging the fox int darkness again. 

once they left stiles finally allowed himself a breath of relief. when their footsteps dies down he carefully took out the thin man's phone, he gave a small cry of victory- thankful his pickpocketing skills were still up to par. although he knew he didn't have long- soon the man would notice his phone was missing and come straight back. stiles opened it up with shaky hands. the time was 10:30pm. stiles wanted to punch himself- he couldn't remeber anyones number. then an idea hit him he knew isaacs instagram- a while ago he snuck a look at isaacs phone and saw it. with frantic fingers he typed the name in. just then he heard a yell and fast footsteps coming towards him. stiles clicked on message and wrote

malia. basement sold to cruncher 10 hours. thin man, buff man SOS

then he deleted instagram in hopes that the guy wouldn't realise for a while. switched the phone of and slid it far out of his reach. he slumped back against the wall just as the door opened.

"it has to be in here. do you think he has it? oh malia would kill us"

he heard a smack.

"no you dumbass it's on the floor. now let's go"

they left again. stiles just had to pray isaac got the message, with that out the way he finally allowed himself to cry. large guttural sobs emmited from him  as he sat there trying to wipe the blood off his face. he felt utterly furious at himself for trusting malia so quickly. in a few hours he would be sold to cruncher of all people. if derek couldn't figure out where he is who knows what would happen to him. he curled up into a ball as much as his restrains allowed him to and wallowed in self pity.

meanwhile at the pack house an hour prior:

everyone was in uproar after hearing isaacs story. menu were still skeptical but stiles' phone proved otherwise.

"well what do we do?"

"we have no idea how to contact her"

"or where she went"

"and if that's true stiles has been trapped somewhere for two days"

"surely he's dead. or sold off"

"there's not a single way of finding him i'm sure of it"

derek let out a loud growl. effectively silencing the frantic group.

"we need to work fast and efficiently. we are on a clock here. isaac, scott and lydia. go try and find any information about someone selling a werefox on the computers. peter and jackson go scout out the streets. see if there's any word of an auction or a full blown sale. boyd go check malias room again. every inch- see if there's anything else that can help. allison trace stiles' last know location- check the cctv. liam check our cctv see when and where malia went. move!"

everyone quickly dispersed to their given jobs. derek paced the room, rubbing his neck. he had grown to really care about stiles and the idea of losing him becaus he allowed himself to believe stiles betrayed him was terrible. derek was overwhelmed with guilt. he should have done more. derek sat on the nearest chair and buried his face in his hands. waiting for someone- anyone to have a lead.

hope it's allright. x