Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

1:24 Don't Say I Didn't Warn You

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: Injuries, death, angst, so much angst, kidnapping, drugs, trauma, guns, fights, blood, so much blood, EXTREMELY long chapter. If you can't handle any of these things, I don't blame you. Just skip this chapter, okay? I'm serious.

Mason's folks were out of town for the evening so Vic offered for him to come to her place. She called her dad on lunch and he gave them the green light. Stiles surveyed the boy when they first got to the Jeep. Vic could tell he was trying to figure out if he was trustworthy.

Stiles drove them to the house and before she hopped out, he told Vic, "I'm gonna go visit a friend. He hasn't talked to anyone since that night so I'm gonna see if he's okay."

She nodded. She knew what he meant. The night that the boy died. She didn't ask who in case it made Stiles feel worse. She just climbed out and let him drive away.

Mason and Vic went to her room to study (It was actually studying. He wasn't even attracted to her). When she opened the door, Mason froze at the sight of her mural. "Woah," he whispered. "Did you do that?"

She nodded, a feeling of pride spreading through her body. "Yeah, what do you think?" she asked. She set her bag down near her desk and turned back to her friend.

"I think you have a real talent in painting," he told her, still frozen in the doorway.

Her smile grew till it split her face in half. "Thanks, filos. Let's get to work, shall we?"

They did make some good time. Mason did the stuff he was assigned and Vic worked on her English homework she didn't understand. She asked Mason questions every now and then. And he answered them paitently. He was an awesome friend.

After about half an hour, he asked, "Why a sunset?"

She faced him to see he was looking at her mural. She looked over too. "Sunsets were something I looked forward to with the Dealers. It meant the day was over and I could just have some time with my kids." At his expression she continued, "No, they're not my actual kids, I just call them my kids."

He nodded in understanding. "You never really talk about them much," he pointed out.

She went quiet. "It was hard with them," she said. Her voice and eyes were faraway like she was remembering something from a thousand years ago. "We worked everyday. Made the drugs they loved so much. We barely got any food. But above that, I lost my brother. Mi hermano. He protected me agaisnt everything. It kills me that I can't even tell him about my life now."

"So tell me," he proposed.

She looked over to him in surprise like she had forgotten he was there. "Are you sure?" she asked.

He nodded and closed his notebook. "Tell me," he prompted.

She gave him a small smile. "Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you."

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The first thing she saw when she woke up was darkness. It was so dark. Something inside her was yelling, screaming at her to wake up. But she was just so tired.

She twisted around on her bed, trying to move around the spring that poked through the material.

Her eyes shot open. Her bed didn't have a spring loose. This wasn't her bed. It smelled terrible, like sweat and somethign else something she didn't know.

She looked around and found a small light source. There was a crack in the top of the wall, letting light in. It was faint, the glow of a faraway street lamp. The faint glow let her see an outline of the room. It was the size of a closet, barely big enough for the matress. She reached her hand out and touched the wall. It was stone, or concrete, like her classroom wall was.