S.S. Comatose

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"Stiles, I'm not going to stop. I am this close to finding out who or what killed my parents." The cocoa haired girl waved her hands in exasperation. "If this alpha pack has been here in the past then it might be them." She couldn't believe Stiles when he suggested she put her search on hold.

"Ash, you have to stop. You can't... you can't go on. That alpha pack is dangerous, they have killed people. I know how much this means to you, trust me I do, but I." Stiles' voice faded out, he had no idea how to tell her.

"But what Stiles?" Ash challenged aggressively, hands on her hips.

The tall brunette looked up, trying to blink tears on of his eyes. "What if the next body I find is yours?" The comment hit Ash like a truck. She had never thought about it that way. She had no clue Stiles cared that much for her. "I don't want to be the person that has to find you dead, goodness knows where. If I have to pick your body up off the ground, I'm never going to live with myself Ash."

Minutes passed before she sat on Stiles bed, a million thoughts racing through her brilliant mind. "Come here, come sit." Ash murmured, patting the bed in front of her, reaching to grab his hand. The lanky boy sat cross legged in front of her, but didn't look at her.

Ash gently grabbed his chin and looked at his eyes. His sad sad brown eyes. She brushed her thumbs across his cheek, wiping away the tears that were now freely falling. "Hey, hey, look at me." Ashe's voice was soft, a complete switch from moments earlier. "It's going to be okay. You're not going to find me. Not as long as I am with you. I'm going to be okay, you're going to be okay." Ash whispered to Stiles, doing her best to assure him. "We're going to be okay."


The arrowhead was sliced across her lips, being used as a knife. The chains were dripping in acid, making their mark on Ashe's skin. Yet, they could not get a rouse out of her. Only witty remarks and sarcastic snarks.

"You guys aren't very good at this whole 'torture the human' kinda thing." It was her second day being chained to large wooden post, arms crossed over her chest, the heavy steel chains coiled down her arms and wrapped around the iron rods her hands were tied to.

"Have you guys ever seen and episode of Sherlock? No, Supernatural? Oh, wait." Ash broke into laughter, sleep deprivation taking over her mind.

"What is so funny?" Deucalion questioned in his annoying 'I'm so posh' voice.

"It's called sleep deprivation, and dehydration and starvation. Google it." Ash snapped, a mood swing instantly occurring. The Kali wolf instantly had her claws digging into her cheek, blood pooling to the surface.

"Now now Kali, we need her alive." Deucalion tutted at her.

"Yeah, that's right. Why do you need me alive? Oh yeah. Leverage. For Scott. Scott McCall." The words spilling from Ashe's mouth were mostly mumble jumble but occasionally an interesting fact would tumble out, or another dangerous clue that she was connecting the dots. "But, I'm not worth much. I mean, I'm only human. Not important. Nope nope." She proceeded to stumble over her words, the alpha pack eventually ignoring her.

Awhile later, Ash had stopped talking and let out a low moan of hunger and pain. "Kali, feed it." The alpha of the alphas commanded. Rolling her eyes, Kali grabbed a plate of hot succulent chicken to feed their prisoner, ensuring her survival. Holding a piece of chicken to Ashes lips, she expected her to eat it. Instead, the human shrunk back and looked at her in disgust.

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