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After graduation the pack prepare to part ways for their different college and career paths but agree to keep in touch.
With only 2 weeks to go, they meet up for a summer break together at Priory Lake – a beautiful secluded woodland area with a large cabin and private lake which belonged to Stile’s late grandfather. Stiles, Scott, Liam and Malia arrive together and Lydia, Corey and Mason a little while later.
“Did you check with Derek one last time that he is sure he can’t come and join us?” Malia asks Scott.
Scott: “I’m pretty sure he isn’t coming, he said he needed to follow up on something but you know how mysterious he can be, that’s as much info as he would give away.”
“Well he either will or he won’t, either way I think we should get this party started!” Mason brandishes a bottle of champagne and pops the cork spraying everyone who all jump back and cheer.
Sometime later after everyone had unpacked and worked out which room they were having, Stiles comes out of his room and meets Lydia in the hall, who is staring into an old painting. “Come on Lydia, if you tell me your picking up a bad vibe from that picture I got to say you’re not alone. It’s always freaked me out!”. “Who are they?” Lydia breaks from her trance to ask inquisitively.
Stiles shrugs his shoulders “ I only know the story that my dad used to tell me and my mum when I was little, I’ll tell you it but first let’s get a drink and something to eat – I’m starved, haven’t eaten for eh well at least an hour.” Lydia lifts an eyebrow and shakes her head and they walk downstairs together.
“Hey guys, we were just comparing wound stories and so far Scott’s in the lead with 157 points….”Malia trails off explaining the rules and what injuries scored highest.
They spend the evening on the sofas by the open fire, reminiscing about past adventures and laughing at Stiles’ jokes. Until some go off to bed and Stile’s is the last up, he thinks to himself that this was a great idea to spend some time with his best friends before they begin their new journeys in different places. He smiles and turns off the lamp next to him, he’s just about to go up but catches a glimmering light outside and he wonders what it is.
Worried he might have left his headlights on he grabs his keys and goes to see where the light is coming from. He steps outside and notes its one single light so can’t be headlights, he squints and realises the light is moving closer to him. Moving in quickly its only when it’s too late that he realises it’s a flashlight and he feels a sharp pain in his head and everything goes black.
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“That was a great night, I slept like a rock!” Scott says whilst stretching his arms out dramatically
“You mean when we finally got to sleep” Malia says under her breath whilst biting her bottom lip
“Guys, get a room!” Mason retorts whilst making a beeline for the bathroom and closes the door before they can protest.
Scott and Malia shrug and re-enter their room and at the same time Lydia emerges from hers into the hallway. She hadn’t spoken to Stiles properly since they revealed their feelings for one another as they had both been so busy since graduation and she had hoped that maybe last night they could have spent some time together.
Lydia knocks on Stile’s door to ask him if he wants a coffee but there is no answer. “Huh maybe he fell asleep on the sofa” she says quietly to herself.
A door opens loudly behind her and Theo comes flying out, and slams into the wall. Since he came back from his well earnt living nightmare having helped the pack he had really turned around. The problem was that Liam forgave him to a point but if Theo pissed him off it usually ended up with someone flying through the air and things got trashed in their wake.
Lydia jumps at the sudden crash and shoots Theo a warning look. “Sorry, all I did was borrow some socks and he just totally lost the plot!” fighting an amused smile.
Theo got up quickly, brushed himself down and walked passed Lydia towards Stiles’ room “Hey let me make it up to you, I’ll wake up Stiles for you”. Before Lydia could respond, Theo walked straight into the room and stopped. It was empty and the bed was still made. Stiles’ duffle bag was untouched from where he had left it on the floor. “Stiles….. Stiles…..” Theo calls out and then goes in search of him but comes up blank. He looks downstairs but there’s no sign him anywhere.
“What’s going on?” Scott comes out into the hallway and asks, looking concerned.
Lydia’s face is verging on frantic “We can’t find Stiles, he didn’t go to bed last night and he’s not even unpacked his bag, he’s nowhere”
Scott pauses for a second in deep thought then touches Lydia’s shoulder comfortingly “I bet he fell asleep on the sofa and he’s probably just out getting some more logs for the fire, you know Stiles he can’t stay still for long”. “Me and Liam will go and get him then we can sort some breakfast for everyone.
“Ok” is Lydia’s only answer, intuition tells her something isn’t right.
“Uhh mm, my head” Stiles groans and his hand goes to the lump under his hair at the base of his skull and then he winces as a sharp pain shoots up his head. He opens his eyes, blinking repeatedly until his blurred vision focuses.
He sits up on the small metal bed which is lying vertically against a grey stone wall and pushes off the rough industrial blanket like one you would expect to find in a prison cell in the 1900s. The floor is clinically clean, everything is a light grey aside from the black shiny glass on the other side. The lights are bright, they lighten what would otherwise be a very dark room and reflect off the glass. He can see his reflection in the glass but can’t make out anything beyond the glass, but just then something moves.