THE HUNTSMAN

12

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When Apollo woke up, his wrist were on fire and tied to the ceiling.
He looked around, spotting Boyd and Erica in the same situation with panic in their eyes.
Apollo rose an eyebrow at the two, the tape around his mouth keeping him from asking what had happened.
Erica just shook her head, her eyes filled with tears from the electric shock the wires were causing.
Suddenly the three heard a noise, footsteps coming down the stairs.
Erica tried to call out, the noise making Apollo wince.
The lights flashed on and Apollo's eyes widened at Stiles in his lacrosse uniform.
The Stilinski boy made his way over, Erica and Apollo frantically shaking their heads.
"Hey, it's okay,"
Stiles tried to calm down Apollo.
The huntsman shook his head, kicking Stiles away.
Stiles rolled his eyes, turning to help Erica instead.
"Ow!"
Stiles exclaimed as the electricity got to him.
"They were trying to warn you, it's electrified."
Apollo's panic became more noticeable as he heard his grandfather coming down the stairs.
"What are you doing with them?"
Stiles asked, standing in front of the werewolves and the hunter.
"At the moment, just keeping them comfortable,"
Gerard grinned, Apollo pulling his arms as hard as he could to try and escape.
"There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect the alpha is too strong."
Gerard chuckled.
"Okay. So what are you doing with me?"
Stiles gulped nervously.
"Because Scott can find me alright. He knows my sent. It's pungent you know? It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine-"
"You do have a knack for creating vivid pictures
Mr. Stilinski,"
Gerard grinned, the sight making Apollo's skin crawl.
"Let me paint one of my own. Scott McCall finds his best friend, bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?"
Apollo let out an animalistic growl, lunging at Gerard.
The old man chuckled, glancing at his livid grandson.
"I'm afraid Apollo can't help you this time."
"What are you ninety? I could probably kick your ass up and down this room-"
Gerard cut off Stiles by smacking him, sending the boy to the ground.
Apollo tried his best to scream through the tape, using every muscle in his body as he tried to get free.
Gerard knelt down, punching Stiles in the face over and over.
"Go Stiles."
Gerard growled, shoving the boy up the stairs.
Apollo glared harshly at the old man as he took a step closer.
"Now for you Apollo,"
Gerard threw a fist into his stomach, the huntsman groaning in pain.
"You're a disappointment."
The man threw a fist into the boy's face.
Gerard cut the boy down, the Argent falling to his knees.
"Get out of here. Don't come back."
Apollo gave a glance to Erica and Boyd, the blonde nodding her head.
Apollo stayed in place, refusing to leave the two behind.
Gerard chuckled, throwing another fist into the boy's already bruising jaw.
"Go now. Or I'll kill you and your little boyfriend."
The old man growled, referring to Stiles.
Apollo stumbled, his vision blurry as he made his way out of the house.
Not knowing where he would end up.

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"What happened to you?"
Apollo jumped back at Peter Hale standing in front of the Hale house.
"Isn't he dead?"
Apollo gaped at Isaac and Derek.
"It's a long story,"
Isaac sighed, looking to his best friend in exasperation.
"You came."
Derek rose an eyebrow in shock, Apollo frowning in return.
"You asked me to."
The huntsman ran a hand on the back of his neck, Derek noticing the large bruise forming on his face.
"You haven't told them everything yet have you?"
Peter asked, the two teens furrowing their eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
Isaac questioned, confusion clear on his face.
"Why do you think Derek was in such a hurry to build his pack? So eager to strengthen his power and his numbers? When there's a new alpha people take notice."
Peter explained to the two teens.
"Who?"
Apollo asked, watching as Derek walked up to the door of the house and revealed a triangle like symbol.
"What is that?"
Isaac gaped alongside Apollo.
"It's their symbol, and it means they're coming."
Derek sighed out, Apollo noticing the scared look in the alphas eyes for the first time.
"Who?"
Isaac asked.
"Alphas."
"More then one?"
Apollo felt his palms start to sweat, his eyes widening as he stared at the wolf.
"A pack of them."
Derek nodded gravely.
"An alpha pack,"
Peter spoke up, staring at the huntsman with a dark smirk.
"Get your bow ready archer. They're not coming. They're here."