Derek

There was this aching pain in my chest, like a burning sensation. It hurt to the point of wanting to scream, but I didn't because I had no idea where I was. I was being held down, and even if I struggled, I couldn't break the restraints. There was no doubt in my mind that Aaron was behind this. I remembered some. I remembered a child and I remembered being in Beacon Hills for some reason. There was something else too that I couldn't quite figure out. Another person, I thought. I wasn't sure. Aaron must've tampered with my mind, made me forget. It was frustrating, knowing something but not remembering it. 

"Are you finally awake? It's been a week!" a loud voice boomed, echoing in my mind, making my head throb. I groaned through my teeth and clenched my fists. "Oh, you don't remember him, but I bet Stiles is suffering right now. I bet he's thinking of the worsts. Maybe this will be like Romeo and Juliet. I mean, if he offs himself, then that's one less human I have to deal with," Aaron went on, and then hesitated. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. You have no idea who I'm talking about. You don't remember Ben either. Don't worry, he's not worth remembering. That's why I didn't mind you and your little boyfriend taking him in. He wasn't like me."

I tried again to pull at the restraints holding me to the cold surface, but it wasn't working. He was right. I didn't remember anything. I had no idea who the hell he was talking about, but the names made me feel something. I felt angry, the way he was talking about them, it made me want to rip his throat out. "What am I doing here?" I growled, clenching my fists tighter. "Why can't I remember anything?"

Aaron moved closer until he was looking down at me, a smirk on his face. "Oh, don't worry about that. Your memories will return soon, but you. . . you will never return to your old life. I'm allowing your memories to come back so I can torture you with the fact that you'll never see your family ever again. You're just going to be stuck here, with me, doing things for me. There's no getting out of this. If you try to fight me, there are others standing by that will rip you to shreds."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I demanded. He was still smiling for some reason. I wanted to punch his stupid grin off his face, but I was still held down. "What do you want from me?" 

Aaron sighed and rubbed a hand over his chin, leaning his elbow on the table. "Some say I'm just a terrible person. I love watching people suffer, especially you. There's just something about you, Derek Hale. I love watching you and your loved ones suffer." He smiled again for a few seconds and patted my chest. "Now, I'm going to go tend to some business. Your memories should start coming back in-" he paused and looked down at his watch, making his grin grow even bigger and making me want to punch him even more. "In five minutes, actually. Have fun suffering!" With that, he walked off and let the door slam shut. 

I took a deep breath and let my eyes close. I laid there, trying to clear my mind. I didn't want to remember anything. I didn't want to suffer. But it didn't matter what I wanted because it wasn't going to happen. I was going to remember things. It didn't take long before my head started to throb again, except much worse. Flashes of light blinded me for a few seconds before a face appeared in my head. The child, Ben. He was mine, and my boyfriend's. I remembered him. His big blue eyes, dark hair that didn't quite fall into his eyes. I remembered his screams as he reached for me. He thought I was dead, but I wasn't. 

Ben's face disappeared and I remembered someone else. Kara. I remembered her smile, so warm and kind. Her long blonde curls that she twirled when she was nervous. I remembered how she was like a sister to me, and she always helped when I needed her. She was my best friend. 

Her face faded away and was replaced by him. Stiles. I felt the tears now, heard them as they hit the metal surface. Stiles was so amazing, so gorgeous. He was the only person I've ever loved in such a way that I did. His face stayed there, his eyes staring into mine. I could almost feel his touch, his lips against mine, our fingers lacing together,  bodies pressed against each other. I could hear him whispering how much he loved me. I could see his perfect smile, the one that meant he was happy. We were happy. And now I was gone, and I wasn't with him. How could either of us be happy?

I cried out as his face faded from my mind and the aching in my head disappeared. I kept thinking of him though, everything about him. I needed to get back to him. I had to see him, no matter the costs. I couldn't leave him thinking I was dead. I couldn't leave my family like this. They needed me. I heard Aaron when he said I couldn't escape, but I didn't believe those words. I couldn't. I had to belive I could get back to them. Stiles and Ben. I had to tell them I was alive. 

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They transported me to another room where I wasn't required to be tied down. It took everything I had not to knock out the men escorting me to the room. I wanted to kill them, but I was handcuffed and they were hybrids who could seriously damage me. I let them throw me in the room and uncuff me. I didn't fight, even though I desperately wanted to. I watched them slam the door shut as I rubbed at my sore wrists. I was alone again. Aaron was right on one thing. This was torture. Knowing Stiles was out there with Ben, thinking I was dead, probably crying himself to sleep every night. It was slowly killing me, driving me insane. 

I made sure to search the entire room for a way out. I searched each wall, the ceiling, the floor, behind the small bed. There was no way of getting out unless I busted through a wall, but even then, those hybrid things would kill me. I gave up eventually and laid on the bed, staring at the blank ceiling. I tried not to think about anything, but as soon as I got Stiles out of my head, I would think of Ben, and vice versa. There was no escaping this feeling. 

I don't know how long I laid there, but it had to have been at least a day. I hardly slept. Maybe an hour, maybe two or three. After so long, the lock on the door turned, but I didn't make an effort to move. I couldn't move. I had no reason to move, or even to live. Not unless I could get out of here. I sighed as the door swung open and a woman stepped inside. She closed the door behind her and then sat a plate down on the floor. I expected her to leave, but she didn't, so I sat up. 

"I met your boyfriend once," she mumbled, folding her hands together as she shifted uncomfortably. "I told him I didn't want to lock him up. I hate working for Aaron. I only do it because my family is on his side and I didn't want to turn on my family. Well, Aaron killed my only son. Sooner or later, he'll kill my daughters and my husband as well, or maybe he'll even kill me. Either way, I'm done working for him. I want to help save the human race and I know you can do that. So I called someone who I never thought I would call."

I sat up straighter this time, my eyes narrowing as I stared at her. "Who did you call?" I knew she wouldn't have called Stiles because he wouldn've have been able to get me out on his own. She could've called any of my other friends. Kara, Scott, or someone else maybe. 

"I called an Argent. Chris, I think. I explained to him that Aaron was holding you here, and I told him you needed help getting free. I hope he'll be able to get you out. I wish I could help you now, but I'm not strong enough. But please, eat your food and just sit tight." She smiled small and that was all she said before leaving the room and locking it behind her. 

I stared at the door for a few seconds after she left, and then I gave in and slowly picked up the plate of food. This woman could've been lying. She couldn't been tricking me, but why would she? It was the only sliver of hope I had anyways. The only hope of seeing my boyfriend again. I tried to choke down the food, but it was awful. I needed the energy if I was going to get out of here. I had no idea if Chris was even coming, but I hoped he would. I hoped he could get me out. If not for me, then for Stiles. 

I finished the foor eventually and then resumed my earlier activity, which was laying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. Just the small amount of hope I had been given allowed me to sleep for a few more hours. I felt well rested when I woke up again, but the reason for me waking up wasn't pleasant. Aaron stepped through the door, wearing his stupid signature grin. He held the door open for me, but I didn't move. 

"Come on now, Derek. Don't act like this. I have work for you," he said, nodding his head towards the open door. "Let's go now. My hybrids are training for the full moon, when their abilities will be heightened. They need a dummy to practice their attacks on." He shuffled over to the bed and forced me to my feet. I didn't even try to fight back, because if I did, he would kill me. I wasn't strong enough to fight his entire army. 

I let him drag me alond through multiple hallways, through many double doors that led into more hallways, some larger and some quite small. It seemed like a long walk, but maybe that was just because my company was Aaron, and he was a huge dick. That always made things uncomfortable. Aaron stopped in front of a single door and put his smile back on as he looked at me, his hand resting on the handle. "I don't think you'll die in here, but if you do, well, I'll live with it, won't I?" I only growled in response and let him shove me into the room and lock the door behind me. 

There were many teenagers standing around me, half of them with expressions that looked like they wanted to eat me. The other half looked nervous, or even sympathetic. There was one though, one teenager who looked downright terrified. Colin. Apparently Aaron had forced him back, or asked him to come back, and he did. Because there he was, staring right at me, shaking so hard it was visible to anyone with eyes. 

The first one came running at me, teeth bared, claws out. I stepped out of the way as he lept at me, making him crash into the wall. Then another one charged at me, equally as angry and I ducked, which made him also hit the wall. After that, it wasn't so easy because nearly all of them were attacking me at once. I felt teeth sinking into my skin in various places and claws buring themselves in my arms and torso, and a few on my neck. I tried to fight them off, but there were too many. Eventually, I lost the ability to stand and soon after, I was unconsious. 

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When I finally came to, I was still lying on the floor of the same room, except I was alone. There was a loud alarm sounding throughout the building and there was a lot of screaming and yelling going on outside the door. I forced myself up and ignored the blood still staining my clothes, and ignored the pain coming from every part of my body. All I had to do in order to make myself keep moving was think of my family. Stiles and Ben, and their faces when I finally made it home to them. It allowed me to walk out of the room, which happened to be unlocked. 

The halls were chaotic. Men and women ran around, half of them shifted, and half of them not. There were also a lot of men with guns. Large guns, and they shot at pretty much anything that ran, or screamed. I didn't know what to do, or where to go, but I knew these had to be Chris's men. 

"Derek!" a voice yelled from down the hall. People were running and they were blocking my view, until a few rounds of gunfire went off and the people dispersed, reavealing Chris Argent standing at the end of the hallway. He grinned. "I brought backup!"

I almost wanted to hug him, but I restrained myself and smiled back instead. "I can tell," I replied, looking between the men clearing the hall and Chris. "Thanks for the rescue!" I weaved through the terrifed supernatural creatures, making my way towards Chris. He tugged on my arm when I reached him. 

"This way is how we get out. Once we do, I'm giving you the keys to a car and you're going to get the hell out of here. Beacon Hills is eight hours from here." He had to shoot at a few more people, but eventually we made it out the doors. I could still hear the guns going off, people screaming and begging for their lives. It didn't matter though. Nothing mattered except for Stiles and Ben. 

Chris stopped in front of a dark blue car, kind of beat up, but it was still a way to get home. He dropped the key in the palm of my hand and then hit my shoulder in a friendly way. "Thanks, Chris. I owe you."

Chris shook his head and pushed me towards the driver's side. "No, just get home and let Stiles know you're okay. Then you get back here and figure out  a way to win this damn war."

I took a deep breath and nodded as I climbed into my seat. "I will," I promised. I shut the door and waved once before speeding off. Soon, I'd be home with Stiles.