Just A Little Hope (STILES) {{DISCONTINUED}}

EIGHTY-NINE: KIDNAPPED

Saturday April 8th: 19:00
"Adams, can you play?" Coach approaches me, I look at him stunned at his question, "I didn't bring my pads..." I sadly let him down, "that's ok, take Greenberg's." He told Greenberg to give me his pads quick, I pull off my jersey, throwing on the pads before pulling my jersey over it. "Go next to Stilinski." I nod and rushing out to the field. "No, no you can't play." Stiles approaches me, "I'll be fine Stiles." Stiles shook his head getting extremely close to me making me have to look up at him, "no, please. I don't want you to get hurt." Stiles hand takes a hold of my elbow, "getting hurt is apart of the game Stiles, it's unavoidable, but I'm really good at it and I'll try my best to avoid it." Stiles looks with worry swimming in his eyes, "I've got a plan, trust me ok?" Stiles stares back at me before slowly nodding whilst the whistle sounds, and the game begins.

Stiles catches the ball once it came towards us, he looked at me with a smile before being tackled by the Beavers number 8, I flinch as I step towards him, and offering him a hand. "Thanks." Stiles smiles once I pull him up, "you can do this Stiles." I give him a small smile and a pat on the back, before picking up the ball that landed a couple of feet away from me, I make my way down the field but before I made it to the goal, I was tackled by Beavers number 28, who laughed as I yelped as I hit the ground hard after the unexpected hit. "Dude what's your problem? That's Hope Adams," his teammate told him shoving him slightly, "The one that got shot?" Number 28 questioned as I groaned before getting up off the ground and walking away from my attacker.

We were just over ten minutes into the first quarter and we were down by two. Stiles was fumbling constantly, and if he did get the ball he was tackled by such force that I'm surprised he's still standing. I see Isaac make his way onto the field, I couldn't help but smile, he decided to stay. The whistle blew and I watched as Isaac tackled Kyle knocking him on his ass, I couldn't help but smile as Kyle laid flat, I jog over to Isaac, "what's the plan?" Isaac turns to me with a mischievous smile, "we need to take out as many players as possible to get Scott in the game." I nod looking around at the team we had on the field, "32, 12, and 16." "Ok." I jog back to Stiles, "what's going on?" Stiles whispers as he get's into my personal bubble once again, "trying to get Scott in the game." I answer back as the referee blows the whistle.

Once Isaac took out all the players I suggested, he hit the ground, I spot Jackson taking off his helmet. I rush to Isaac side and spot Scott on the other side, "he's planning something isn't he." I nod my head in the direction of Gerard, "yeah." "I think Jackson nicked me, I can feel it spreading." "shit." I curse as the medics put Isaac onto the stretcher, as I was walking back to Stiles, I get tackled to the ground by the other team, "what the hell is your problem dude?" I groan as I notice it was the same guy as before, "sorry didn't mean to hit you that hard, just curious to why you're playing considering your injures." I push him off me as the referee approaches me, "it takes more than a few bullet wounds to slow me down." I walked away as the referee sent him off for tackling me whilst the game wasn't in play. "What was that about?" Stiles shouts, I shrug paying attention to the game.

It was 2 minutes into the last quarter when Scott was tackled, I notice Jackson standing behind him with a threatening gaze. We were down by five, but I couldn't focus on actually playing as I notice Gerard had disappeared. I heard something, a whisper of Gerard's voice, "you give me Derek and I'll let you have Allison." I run over to Scott, "I think he's gone after Isaac, I was able to hear him." I whisper to Scott, helping him up off the ground, "be careful." I tell him before he runs off, I spun around to see Stiles running towards the goal, he stops in front of it, "SHOOT IT!" I yelled, he spun around after he scored, "Woo!" I clap, as I see him yell in pride, "I scored a goal? I scored a goal!" After that Stiles was on a roll, he continue to score until it was 10-9 to Beacon Hills with only thirty seconds left. I pull Stiles into a hug, "you did it." I whispered, Stiles held onto me and suddenly it went pitch black. I felt Stiles go limp on my arms, I scream before being hit in the head by something hard, "take the both of them." Was the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness.

My eyebrows furrows as I open my eyes to see I'm tied to a chair, "what are you doing with them?" I hear Stiles voice, I look up to see Erica and Boyd hanging by their wrists and Stiles with his back to me facing Gerard. "At the moment, just keeping them comfortable, there's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up, the instinct to protect their Alpha is too strong." Gerard informs Stiles, I look around for anything nearby I could use to cut myself loose. "Ok, so what are you doing with me? Because Scott can find me, alright. He knows my scent. 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." Stiles reminds Gerard of Scott's skills of finding him, "you have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own." Gerard begins to approach Stiles, "Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?"

"GET AWAY FROM HIM." I yelled as I spin around and slap my back against the ground breaking the chair and releasing myself from what was binding me, I hop to my two feet and charge towards Gerard. He swings for Stiles, I grab his elbow stopping him from punching Stiles but before I could react, his elbow shot straight to my nose and a loud crack sounded. "Fuck." I groaned as I fit the floor in pain, I grabbed my nose and cracked it back in place whilst Gerard hurts Stiles. "No! Stop hurting him." I plead as I get in front of Stiles shielding him. I earned myself a punch in the jaw, before a boot came into my sight before darkness consumed me again.