Liam's POV

I had to practically carry Stiles into the deeper end of the command center where Master Gaylor had already had a bed set up.

"Lay him down here." He instructed, and I did just that.

Stiles wasn't looking so good, and by that I mean that he looked really pale, and there were weird dark black lines coming out of the burn on his chest. One that he didn't seem to be unconsciously healing with his magic I might add.

"What happened to him Liam?"

"Like you don't already know. Stiles came here before us the day he lost control of his magic so you know exactly why he's like this! And you can read my mind, which you do without asking, so why are you even bringing it up. Fix him."

I wasn't in the mood to be dealing with his crap right now. Stiles was right about this guy being super sketchy.

We should've been there for him when he lost control, but instead we just assumed he needed some space.

"I don't know if I can fix him Liam. I don't even know the monster that did it."

As if on cue, Stiles suddenly shot up, and the blue in his eyes began to flicker in and out.

Once he managed to focus on where he was, he jumped up and backed away from us, but he didn't seem to notice the pain and the wound until he was far enough away from us to where we couldn't catch him when he crumpled to the floor.

He looked at the whole in his suit and looked back up at us panicked.

"What happened? Why isn't my magic working to heal this?"

You could see the blue magic flowing from his hands, but it didn't seem to be helping anything. If anything, it was making it worse. The black lines were getting thicker and longer.

It was spreading.

"Stiles stop!" I yelled, as I forced his hands away from his chest which I hoped would make him get the point that he should stop, and that he was only making himself worse.

He wrenched himself away from me and moved to the complete other side of the room.

"You… you stay away from me. You both better stay away from me!"

For some reason, even in his injured state, he was doing everything in his power to get away from us, even though all we were trying to do was help him.

It was like he didn't even trust us a little bit, and with each bit those lines covered, he trusted us less and less. G

"Stiles, something poisoned you! You're getting worse and you need to let us help you!" I pleaded desperately as I took a step closer to him.

Once he decided I was too close to him, he held up his hand which was surrounded in blue magic at his command. On instinct I stepped back, but I wasn't scared of him. I just didn't want him to be scared of me.

"Just stay back! Please!"

He wasn't trying to hurt us, he was terrified, and the fact that we were all over him probably wasn't helping his fright on the situation. 

"Mr. Stilinski I am truly sorry for what I am about to do."

Before Stiles or I even had the opportunity to register what he was talking about, a barrier, almost like a force field formed around Stiles and he was called with something that made him fall to the floor unconscious.

"What the heck Gaylor! He was scared and you just zap him! How is that supposed to help this situation?!"

I went to push the button to let him out of there, but was stopped by Master Gaylor grabbing my wrist and yanking me back.

"You can't just keep him in there! He isn't your prisoner!"

The others chose that moment to teleport into the room.

"You say you want us to protect this world and then you imprison Stiles!"

I was literally about to punch him when suddenly Isaac stepped in between the two of us.

"What's going on?" He asked, and all I did was point to Stiles in the barrier without breaking eye contact with Gaylor.

He gasped when he saw Stiles, and went to go to him, but pulled back when the force field, or the barrier thing shocked him.

Isaac too looked to Gaylor angry, and searching for answers.

"He was dangerous, and needed to be contained."

That was his only defense, and we all knew that he had nothing else to say for himself.

Isaac, Erica, and I all looked equally angry, and we're fuming as such.

We weren't expecting what happened next.

"I think you made the right choice Master Gaylor." Allison said quietly as she took a couple steps to the right away from us.

"Don't call him master Allison, he doesn't deserve any form of respect right now."

She didn't look determined, she didn't look angry, she didn't even look conflicted. She looked absolutely terrified.

"You didn't see what I saw Liam. None of you saw what I saw. He was angry...he was going to go after Scott and the others, his eyes were tinged blue, and he had completely changed. I hadn't seen him like that since.... "

She trailed off, unable to finish, but Isaac and Erica got what she was saying.

"That doesn't give him a right to hold him prisoner. You're right, I didn't see what you saw, but you didn't see what I saw. He was terrified, and have you seen his chest? The black lines are spreading, and we don't know what's happening to him. He was scared and this maniac thought that the fix for that was to lock him up!"

"You know what, I'm sick of this."

I pushed past Gaylor and the others and pushed the button for the barrier to go down that was circling him.

Gaylor tried to grab me, but I turned around and punched him in the face.

Allison looked too scared to even try and stop me, and the others didn't even attempt to stand in my way.

I grabbed Stiles and teleported out.

I guess I was just going to have to figure out how to save him myself.