Creatures from the Ocean (Sciles)

15: Trapped

Scott POV

I hear wind coming from the other end of the phone, followed by a loud thud. Then there is silence. "Stiles? Hello? What's going on?" I ask in a panic. Everyone is looking at me worriedly.

"Stiles!" I shout again. No response. I end the call and put the phone back in my pocket.

"Scott, what's going on?" Lydia asks fearfully. I don't answer. I just pace up and down the room, running my hands through my hair. This could not be happening. Out of frustration, I punch the wall. I hear a creaking and groaning noise, but the wall doesn't crack. "Scott, that's enough! These walls can't stand too many supernatural punches! Tell us what's going on!" Derek yells, standing in front of me. I look down, my sadness finally settling in.

"Stiles... He's been taken." I sniff.

"What?" Kira asks in shock.

"He tried to tell me. He tried to tell me that these hunters were dangerous and would come after us if we interfered. But I didn't listen, and now he's paying the price." I whisper, but I know everyone can hear me.

"It's all my fault." I add, trying not to cry. I wipe my eyes hurriedly. Kira gently squeezes my shoulder. I look over at her.

"Scott, it's not your fault. I'm sure Stiles would say the same thing." Kira comforts me.

"What we can do is get him back and take down these stupid hunters." Isaac joins in. A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through me. "Yeah, you're right. We need to come up with a plan." I say, my mood lifting a little. I still have hope. "We should split up and search all of Beacon Hills." Derek suggests.

"That's a good of a plan as any. If we don't find anything, we'll meet back here in two hours. If we do find something, we will call the others and meet up at the place. We can't take those hunters on by ourselves. It's too dangerous." I add.

"Got it?" Derek looks around at the pack. Lydia, Kira, Isaac, Liam and Malia nod their heads.

"Let's get going." I say. With that, we all run out of Derek's building and split up, searching all over Beacon Hills, trying to catch a scent of Stiles.

Stiles POV

I wake up sometime later with a throbbing headache. I groan and sit up slowly, rubbing the back of my head. I take a look at my surroundings. It's cold and dark. I have a feeling that I'm underground somewhere. I can't see very well, but I can see the outlines of metal pipes several feet in front of me. "Hello?" I ask groggily, starting to crawl forward. I don't want to stand and start running blindly into the dark, since I have no idea what's out there. I wince as I shift my injured shoulder. Suddenly, I look down. I freeze in my tracks. I'm trapped in a mountain ash circle. I gulp nervously. Since the potion has worn off, I can now be affected by mountain ash. I have never really thought about that until this moment. I look around the dim room, trying to find a way out of this. "Hello?" I ask the darkness pathetically. I sit backwards a little, trying to get away from the mountain ash. My breath comes out cold and visible. If I don't get out soon, I might be in trouble of hypothermia. I shiver a little, goosebumps running down my arms. "I know you're out there!" I shout, feeling a little more brave. I hear a chuckle as someone steps into my line of vision. It's Daniel. He kneels down and looks at me. "Not so powerful now, are you?" He smirks evilly.

"Why are you doing this? If you want to kill me, then do it already!" I yell angrily.

"That's just the thing, Stiles. Killing you quickly would just be too easy. I want to see you suffer first." Daniel answers.