Blue eyes [Teen wolf/Derek Hale]

Ch65 - Self control

Stiles screamed out and within a second I got pulled off and thrown across the room. My head hit the stone wall. I felt some rubble fall on my body as I quickly stood up to fight off any threat.

I saw both Derek and Peter charging at me. Both were in their werewolf form. Behind them, Oliver fought against his chains while Scott knelt down next to Stiles. 

I got ready to dodge. There was no way I would be able to kill Peter and Derek both at once.

Peter was faster. He slashed his claws at me but I quickly dodged underneath them. Derek got ready to stop me but I knew that I'd surprised him by successfully dodging Peter. I had the advantage here. Before he could react, I punched him. While he was distracted I quickly managed to rip his side open.

Out of the blue I got pushed aside. I couldn't manage to hold my balance and fell. Before I could roll over and recover, Scott pinned me down.

I began to resist. Anything to get me out. I needed to kill these people! I growled.

My growl only brought Isaac to Scott's side. Isaac got the cuffs and wrapped them around my wrists. Before I could do anything, they'd captured me.

Well at least I got to fatally injure one.

I looked over to Stiles. He was sitting against the wall, holding his side. His shirt was covered with his blood but something threw me off. His heart wasn't as feint as it should be. 

He was gonna live through it!

I failed!

Out of frustration I began to fight my chains. I did everything I could. I pulled as hard as I could, I tried to bite them off. Anything. But nothing worked.

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After an hour Stiles was fine again. He'd lost some blood and the wound looked nasty but it wasn't fatal.

For some reason these people thought that this was a perfect time to practise self control. Every now and then they would come to Oliver and me to talk about how we should find an anchor. How we should hold back. How we didn't wanted to hurt them.

Bullshit.

I want to rip their stomach open.

I want to tear their intestines out and decorate the walls with them.

I want to taste their blood on my lips as I bite in their beating hearts.

The lessons did not go as they wanted it to and they had to jump back more than once. After two more hours, Oliver got quieter. They others began to talk about him. I knew that he'd shifted back.

Something that only pissed me off.

He's a pushover! He's a quitter! He needs to die!

I knew that the others wanted to get his chains off but they had to jump around me since I kept trying to attack them. My wrists and ankles were stinging. They were most likely bleeding but I didn't care. I had a mission set up and intended to complete it!

Derek was the only one confident enough to get Oliver's ankle free since it was the closest to me. Derek was the one who'd trained the most with me so he knew my fighting tactics.

He approached Oliver and began to undo his cuff. I pushed with all my power against the leather holding my wrists. Suddenly I heard a satisfying tearing sound of leather. My right wrist got free and I began to lash out at Derek.

I faintly scratched him a couple of times before he got away. He'd still been too far away to get a nice good cut. 

In the corner of my eye, I saw Isaac walk in. I hadn't even noticed that he'd left. He gave something to Peter.

Peter smiled wickedly and began to approach me. I decided to ignore my gut feeling and changed my target to Peter. I couldn't even get close to him but I tried anyway. I felt two arms trap me from behind.

Fucking Derek!

I resisted but Derek was definitely in his werewolf form. Peter got a syringe from behind his back and quickly stabbed me with it.

My neck began to hurt since I wouldn't keep still. It only lasted for a few seconds before they all backed off.

I didn't get it.

I didn't care about it.

I looked around to kill anyone still standing near. Derek was still standing close enough for me to reach him. I jumped to him and began to punch his chest but my arms began to feel weak. 

Derek stepped back from the first punch but the ones after that were like they didn't even affect him. I got frustrated and began to punch his chest but I got no response.

After half a minute I could barely feel my arms and legs. Even my head was harder to hold up. I tripped and stumbled forward as far as my chains allowed me. Derek caught me and held me up. He softly pushed me back until the back of my knees hit one of the chairs. I fell back. Within seconds my vision began to go blurry. I kept blinking to try to get it away but it didn't help. 

It began to get darker around me and I slumped down on the seat next to me.