Eichen House

(It's not real, It's not real, IT'S NOT REAL)

3rd Person P.O.V- Shut behind a heavily locked metal door, a recently turned 18 year old lays sprawled out on the hospital bed; restless body twisted in sweat soaked sheets as images of friends and family coated in blood, swirl in a torturous cycle; a sword through an abdomen, a dagger through the chest, an arrow through a thigh, a hand crushing one's trachea, two hands snapping a spine, a hatchet through a skull and a kitchen knife slicing through the flesh of a throat.

Stiles- (Gasps Sharply) Sitting up, I rub at my eyes as they slowly adjust to the eerie glow that's blanketed my room. (Groans Miserably) Mere minutes tick by as the sound of sliding locks end and the door swings open.

Dr Kyler- Unbolting the last lock as the door slowly swings open. (Smiles Proudly) "Good afternoon Stiles."

3rd Person P.O.V- One year ago, the Stilinski boy was transferred to the esteemed facility by Dr McCall. Obviously there are only a few who are in the know, of what really happens behind the doors that are kept heavily locked. Upon finding out the young boy was possessed and then bitten, he had been placed in a seclusion cell-in the ward for supernaturals.

Dr Kyler- (Hums Smugly) I look the now 18 year old Stilinski up and down. (Chuckles) "You are absolutely beautiful darling."

3rd Person P.O.V- When it came to experimenting on the young boy, it was decided that for a fresh start at life-his gender and looks were changed.

Stiles- (Snorts) Reaching up as I run my fingers through sweat slicked hair, just as quickly pulling them away seeing my fingers coated in what can only be puke. (Mutters) "Ew."

Dr Kyler- Holding out a towel and a fresh set of clothes. (Smiles) "Go wash up, love. You are free to go."

Stiles- Glancing over at the alarm clock on my nightstand. (Frowns) "I'm free to leave?"

Dr Kyler- The young teen, looks absolutely confused. (Hums and Nods) "Listen, Stiles. Everyone in Beacon Hills knows who you are. You were placed here against your will after being possessed and then bitten. It's been a year and although our methods can be seen as callous and inhumane, we honestly did our best to help you." (Smiles Proudly) "We gave you a new lease on life, don't waste it." I turn to leave, however I pause in the doorway. "You know where the bathroom is, go get yourself cleaned up."

(Twenty Minutes Later)

Stiles- After sitting on the cold tiled shower floor, with the hot water spray washing over me. (Sighs Softly) Slowly climbing to my feet as I step out and grab a towel drying off. I take a moment to look up as I gaze at my reflection. (Frowns) My naturally dark brown hair is vibrant and healthy, falling between my shoulders in loose curls. My hazel eyes are much brighter and due to getting more than enough sleep, there's no more dark circles beneath them. My skin which was once unhealthily pale in color and covered in a multitude of colored bruises, now glows. (Hums Softly) Pulling on my clothes, I brush my teeth and head out to the main foyer. (Smiles Brightly) Upon retrieving what minimal things actually belong to me, I look over my broken cell and dial a familiar number hoping the call would go through.

Hale Loft

(Phone Rings)

Peter- (Groans Irritably) Flailing my arm about, until I grab my cell. (Huffs) I answer without looking at the caller ID. (Mutters Tiredly) "Hello?" Hearing the sweet voice of one Stiles Stilinski, I practically fall out of bed in a rush to get dressed. "I'm on my way!"