Something To Think About. (Teen Wolf)

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I was somewhere else. Not in either worlds. I couldn't see anything, not even my own hand in front of my face. I was sitting up, in a chair or something. I tried to move, to get up, but my hands and feet were bound to the chair. I struggled for second, hoping I could get my way out of this. I started to feel burns on my wrists from moving them back and forth. A bright light came on. It was so bright that I still couldn't see anything around me, only the light. I shunned away from it, trying to turn my head or block my eyes, but I couldn't escape it. It was like a million daggers were piercing my skull, stabbing my eyes over and over again. And you can't even imagine the headache.

But that wasn't the end of it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're stronger than I believed. Your mind is much more adapted than I had ever imagined. That will definitely be useful in the future." The voice came from somewhere behind me. i couldn't see who it was of course, but I could recognize that voice from anywhere. Deucalion. But I knew I wasn't him. Not really.

"This isn't real." I whispered to myself.

I focused on my surroundings. I looked up at the light, as painful as it was. I realized it wasn't coming for a source. It was just there. It was the flaw.

"Come on, Ryder." I said to myself.

"Ryder?!" I voice coming from my left said, pleadingly. I froze.

"No." I mumbled under my breath. "Stiles?!"

"Ryder! Ryder, please!" His voice was hurt, longing. Then the screaming began. I had to sit there and listen to Stiles screaming in pain.

"No! Please! Leave him alone! He didn't do anything!" I was crying at this point. Hot tears streaming down my face. I thought it was the worst thing possible. To have to listen to that without being able to help. But abruptly the screaming stopped.

"Stiles?" I went silent, listening for any sign of life to my left. But there was nothing. "Stiles?!"

The light switched off and I was in comeplete darkness again. A spotlight came on and I looked over.

Lying on the ground was Stiles. His face was bloody and beaten. His shirt was ripped, cut open by a knife with long cuts showing beneath them. Worst of all, his stomach wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing and blood was spilling out onto the floor. The puddle of blood was building by the second.

"Stiles!" He was dead. "No. No, no, no, no, no. Please! Come on, Stiles! Get up!" I screamed at the corpse.

And just as I thought it couldn't get worse, someone else showed up.

"Shhh Ryder. It's ok." I looked up and saw Isaac.

"Isaac? What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry Ryder, but it had to be done. Stiles was just in the way. He had confessed his love for you and I couldn't let that go on any longer..." I held my breath, praying that I didn't hear what I just heard.

"You did that to him?"

"Well..... yeah. I mean what did you expect? That I wouldn't find out? It had to be done. Now with him out of the way, we can be together." He stroked my cheek but I flinched away. "Come on, babe. Don't be like that."

"You're not, Isaac. My Isaac wouldn't act like this." I shook my head and looked over at Stiles, choking back a scream. But then I noticed something. His hair was the wrong color, too light. And he was too tall. "This isn't real."

"What did you say?" Isaac said right in front of my face.

"This isn't real." I said louder. I closed my eyes and focused.

"What are you doing? Huh?" I blocked out his voice and remembered all of the people I care about most: Stiles, Scott, Allison, Mr. Stilinski, Lydia, even Derek, and Isaac, my Isaac. And suddenly the chair and binds were gone. I was standing up in front of Isaac.

"How did you do that?" I looked up at him. "Answer me!"

"Get out of my face, babe." I head butted him and gave him a bloody nose.

"Oh you're getting it now." He came at me, but I had different plans.

"Sorry, buddy, but I have places to be." I closed my eyes again and felt everything disappear around me.

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