[teen wolf imagines & headcanons]
disclaimer: i do not own teen wolf, it's character or it's plot. all credit goes to jeff davis and the rest of the creators of this god blessed show. the imagines, fics & headcanons are mine, however, so please do n...
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YOU AWOKE TO a bright, white light glaring down onto your pale features and the grating sound of heavy, rough movement surrounding your sluggish body. Your head pounded profusely against your dainty skull and it only hammered harder when you opened your weary eyes ajar, the action leaving you momentarily stunned due to the blinding rays of the lamp situated in the direct route of your face.
A quiet groan slipped past your chapped lips, and you made a failing attempt to aid your thundering headache by bringing your hand up and blocking out the harsh flare of light. But, when you felt your limbs being captured and held hostage by the material of cold leather, abrupt panic swelled up within your being.
You tilted your head up slightly, blinking slow and gradual into the void of your surroundings to help your blinded vision. A few agonising moments later, and you found yourself discovering, to your horror, that you were bound to the chilled, hard steel of a metal table, like a lab rat waiting for its impending death - waiting to be mercilessly tested on.
With laboured, panicked breath, you snapped your head from side to side with eyes wide encased by fear in desperate hopes of catching a glimpse of something that would ease the panic pressing relentlessly on your chest. Nothing. The room was eclipsed by inky shadows; it was dark and damp, various wires weaving across the dank floors and tall, ample tubes towering in the corners of the rooms, murky liquids floating within them.
What happened? How did you end up here? The memories beforehand seemed utterly blurry; you recalled trundling to your car after spending two gruelling hours of your time stuck in detention for forgetting your Chemistry homework.
It was dark, the light days coming to an early end as the winter season progressed and let the darkness of the evening consume the sun prematurely. The quiet wisps of your name breathed out by the bitter wind slipped past your eardrums and your legs came to an abrupt halt, your eyes cautiously scanning the shadowed car park for anything suspicious.
Then, the familiar robotic sounds hit your senses: the clicks, the whirrs, the radio static. Three figures appeared, three men in heavy masks of metal, all of them repeating your name in croaky, broken voices and their soulless eyes boring into the heart of your being.
You had reached for your car handle hastily with a frantic gasp, but one had snatched you with a ruthless grip and shoved your stiff body into the side of your car. Another diabolically clutched a syringe adequate with a vibrant, glowing white liquid, and brought the needle down into the stressed vein in your neck - no remorse hidden in its void eyes as you thrashed around under its iron grip.
"You are his weakness. Annihilation is impending."
The door slammed open on its hinges, the sound of their heavy boots beating against the damp floor resonated in your ears like clouds clapping together harshly, louder and louder, closer and closer, until you were hopelessly surrounded - their emotionless, icy glares cornering you from each direction like you were a helpless animal. Left, right, above.
