I'm finally updating this. I apologize for the wait. I hope it's worth it. It's short but more to come.

WARNINGS:

LANGAUGE

VIOLENCE

SLIGHT GORE

Chapter 5: Dangling by a Hook

Derek awakes to the dark this time. It's cooled off and he's not wearing much in the way of clothes. His shirt was ripped off him almost immediately so they could hook in their electrical wires, the burns from that patch were healing at a glacial pace. His jeans were tattered and bloodstained. He briefly thought that even if he could make it out of this dense forest he would be arrested immediately just by the look of him. His hands were sticky with almost dry blood from where he'd had to dig a wolfsbane coated bullet out of his thigh. That wound wasn't healing at all and he could feel the slow creep of the poison towards his heart with each beat. His fingers and toes numb from the cold, a feeling he was unused to.

He couldn't hear any sounds that seemed out of place in a forest though. At least that kept him breathing easier. Maybe he had finally lost the hunters. He had no concept of how long he'd been with them. He thought maybe a few weeks, a month. He couldn't remember the date he'd been taken and he'd check the date on his phone but turning his head to the side he seen the screen was fairly toasted. He needed to get a hold of Scott somehow, something was coming for Beacon Hills and it's Alpha needed to know.

Derek flipped onto his stomach and started a slow crawl to his phone, but every drag across the forest floor ground more dirt into his wounds and didn't that just hurt like a bitch? Derek made it there clutching the phone like it was his only lifeline before his vision started to spin. He knew this was a bad sign, but was it from the posion in his blood stream or the blood loss? He couldn't keep his thoughts straight. He knew the men that took him would be back soon. Derek couldn't help as his vision started to cloud black at the edges, he made it to his back. He had the phone clutched to his chest as he stared through the trees at the half full moon before even that faded.

Stiles woke up when his body thumped into the hard floor of the van. They were obviously on some rough roads at the moment. His head was sore and fuzzy and he could feel a small trickle of blood drying on his neck.

"Mr. Stilinski," a cold voice demanded his attention, "glad you could join us," he looked up to meet the face that used to be the worst of his nightmares, but that had been a long time ago.

"Of course you're here," Stiles grumbled running his fingers over the back of his neck to check the damage, glad to find it was only a shallow cut bleeding sluggishly, "Gerard always has to be involved in the middle of plans involving the Hales."

"I think you're not giving my vision enough scope Mr. Stilinski," Gerard's smile was anything but the genially Grandparent he pretended to be.

Stiles hated him using his last name, "well why don't you do your best impression of a Bond villain and tell me what the hell the plan is?"

"Now where would be the fun in that?" Gerard started to fiddle on his phone, "besides we're almost there and we wouldn't want to ruin the game before it's begun."

"Or not," Stiles rolled his eyes trying his best to get comfortable on the floor of the van as it rumbled away on the rough road.

"Do you need more convincing of how stuck you really are in this situation?" Gerard had that gleam in his eye that made him look like a kid on Christmas.

Stiles was handed his phone that was sitting on a news site. "Beacon Hills Golden Boy Mieczyslaw Stilinski On the Run" was the headline. It was the homepage of the local newspaper and showing a picture of his Father walking into the station a million reporters trying to get a quote. He could see the torment on his Father's face. John probably figured out it was more than it seemed but that insecurity Stiles always lived with reared its ugly head. What if John thought he was slipping again into something like the Nogitsune? Or that Stiles had finally snapped? He noticed from the article the name of the Agent that Stiles had shot was included.

And worse of all they were trying to pin these murders in North Carolina on him and Derek like some sort of twisted Bonnie and Clyde. Creditting even more crimes in a nationwide path from California to North Carolina. Meaning even if this ever got sorted out with the world of social media Stiles would never have a career in law enforcement. A simple google search would pull up all this bullshit. He was trying his best not to let Gerard force him into a panic attack but he'd be stupid not to admit he was close. He closed his eyes and breathed as deep as he could but he could feel Gerard's creeper eyes on him.

Thankfully the van came to a fairly sudden stop and it grounded Stiles a bit when his knees hit the hard metal. His breath evened out. Damn pain was a pretty effective motivator to keep his attacks at bay. Too bad it hurt like a bitch. The back doors flew open as soon as they were stopped and Kate was waiting for him her predator's smile shining under the artificial light.

"So what did you decided Stiles? Live bait or hanging from a hook cut in half?" Kate smirked.

"Thanks for that visual for my frequent nightmares," Stiles scoffed, "and did you really think I was going to help you willingly."

Kate's smile grew exponentially, "nope and this way is so much more fun."

Stiles felt something crack across his back. Knocking him forward into the dirt. While he was down Kate stepped on him to keep him down. He felt a pinch as something was jammed through his skin on his shoulder.

"Not that I can't smell your stink from a million miles away but we'll need to keep better track of you than that," she let her foot up and before Stiles could get off the ground her boot got him in the stomach.

By the time they were done with him Stiles was surprised he was able to walk. He was in bad shape and Kate knew it. She threw him over her shoulder and ran into the woods with him. It felt like forever and he was starting to get dizzy from the fast movement and the blood loss. Finally she must have go where she wanted because she threw him down the side of a rocky little hill. He hit the bottom hard and his vision went black.

Derek was up at least now, dragging his damaged leg behind him but at least he'd healed enough to make up some ground. The sun would be up soon and he wanted to get some shelter before that happened. He couldn't believe they hadn't found him yet. He was focussed on heading what he was sure was north hoping to find a road or something. He stumbled across a stream and started to follow that before a smell hit him. Copper, lots of it and not only that but a very familiar lemon scent tinged with something he couldn't recognize, it was more metallic than the copper almost like tasting steel. He followed the scent till he was further down the stream in a rocky area and that's when he seen the flash of a white dress shirt and his eyes grew wide.