Alec's POV

I woke up with a horrible headache. Last thing I remember is seeing Stiles, and then everything went dark.

Now I was in some sort of stone room with nothing but a window and a cold draft. Something like a prison cell. I wasn't chained up, but I couldn't exactly find a door, only four stone walls that didn't seem to have a door a door anywhere in sight.

Being stuck in a t shirt is probably my biggest regret at the moment. Judging by how it doesn't seem to be getting any warmer in here. Whoever kidnapped me might be trying to freeze me to death. But since they knocked Stiles out, and they seemed to know who I was, I'm assuming they're not going to kill me yet.

How was I supposed to get out of here? I mean, I always have a plan, and I'm pretty good at making them, but I have literally nothing to go off of this time, and I can't make a plan with nothing to go off of.

"Glad to see you're awake Mr. Lightwood."

The voice came from all over the room, so I couldn't pin point a specific spot it could be originating from.

"Who are you?! How do you know my name?! And what have you done with Stiles!" I yelled these questions looking down, because I didn't know where else to look.

There was no answer.

Why were they choosing now to be quiet?

Wait I've been trained.

I can't let all of what I learned from my parents and the institute go to waste when I am literally in the situation they taught me to resist.

But even though I was trying to stay calm in this situation, I couldn't stop thinking about Stiles, and how worried I was about him.

Was he okay?

What did they do to him?

These questions were all running through my head as I sat there staring down at the ground, unwilling to participate in anything they were trying to do.

"You seem to care a lot about Mr. Stilinski. Would you care to know how he's doing at this very moment?"

I clenched my fists at my side, trying my absolute hardest not to show them that I was listening to them.

"Well if you must know, he's not here anymore. We sent him back to your group so that we could lead them here just like we did with you."

My eyes widened at what they said, but my head was down so I know they couldn't see that I did it.

What were they going to do with everyone else?

Did I just make everything worse by following Stiles out here?

No. I didn't make it worse.

Stiles was in trouble, I could read it off of his face, and so I followed him because he looked terrified. How was I supposed to just let him go when I could tell how scared he was to even be walking away from us.

How long was it going to be before he completely goes off on the others? Would I even get out of here in time to actually try and help them? Or protect them? Or take Stiles out-

No.

I'm not going to take him out. I'm going to do everything in my power to avoid that from happening. He doesn't deserve to die. He might be one of the kindest people I've ever met and I've only known him for like two weeks maybe?

I have no idea how long it's been, and that's more terrifying than sitting in this cell forever.

Was this even real? Was I actually here, or were me and the others just freaking the same dream? Or am I just dreaming and they actually don't exist.

This could totally be some sort of hallucination from demon poison. Yeah. Yeah that's it. That's what I'm going with. This isn't real, and I'm just hallucinating.

Perfectly good solution to all of this.

"Except that it isn't the right solution Mr. Lightwood."

What the f-

"Language. And if you're wondering how we can read your mind, it's actually pretty simple. When we knocked you out, we did some other things too."

Great.

Now not even my thoughts are my own.

You guys are absolutely psychopaths I hope you know that. Or at least now you'll be aware of it.

"Are you just avoiding speaking or something?"

Oh, I thought you could hear me just fine inside my head.

"Sarcasm. Great. Yeah that's not going to do many good things for you here. You just wait, sarcasm is the last skill you want to have."

Wait what does that mean?

Is there more to this than me just sitting here on the floor.

"Can't tell if that was sarcasm or not. Either you're really good at hiding what your tones are, or you just don't really know the answer to that question yourself."

Of course I don't know the answer. You're acting like I know everything, which I don't, and you also seem to be implying that I act like I know everything, which once again, I don't.

"Yeah sure sweetie. Whatever you need to tell yourself."

Ugh! You're so frustrating!

"Been doing this a long time sweetie."

Ew don't call me that. It's just disgusting in so many ways.

"You're no fun."

That's what they tell me.

"Well then they're smart people."

No not really. Most of them are actually idiots. They don't even try to hide that they're stupid either. They just are what they are.

"You don't seem to fond of them."

Oh I am. I just also hate their guts. But I love them unconditionally. You know?

"What's your game here?"

That was just a distraction. I had to keep you talking long enough to find the door out of here which is simple enough to find if you calm down long enough to find it.

"Yeah right. You're never getting out of there Mr. Lightwood."

We'll see about that.

I jumped through the middle five times on the wall to my left, and suddenly I was out in the wilderness.

Where the heck am I supposed to go from here.