The doctors didn’t give them time to think about what to do, and two of them attacked at the same time.
"Urggh!" Scott was grabbed by the neck, and the doctor put his fingers on his chest, thus sending an electric shock to his body.
"Scott!" Stiles’s eyes popped out in shock, then suddenly his voice stopped, and he looked down at his stomach.
A blade came out from the back, and the shock made Stiles even forget the pain.
"Noo!" Scott’s voice trembled from the shocks, and he struggled harder to get out, but it was useless.
In that moment, he saw the doctor approaching Stiles, who fell to the ground, and his mind went blank as he thought his best friend would die.
"Nooo! ROARGHH!" A deafening sound came from his voice, one that he had never made before. His eyes flickered, then turned fully red. Scott achieved his full potential.
He didn’t know where he got the strength, but he gritted his teeth, ignored the electric shock, and threw the doctor away.
Scott then lunged at the one headed for Stiles and grabbed his arm and tried to do the same thing, only to realize that things would not go that easily.
"Stiles! Stiles, are you okay?!" He struggled desperately to maintain the advantage and, at the same time, shouted at Stiles, who was full of blood and unconscious.
In Stiles’s mind, everything was different. He found himself in the middle of a forest. "Where is this?"
Stiles could swear that he was fighting the Dread Doctors just a minute ago, and now he woke up here.
"Wait! Am I dreaming?" His voice resounded through the silent forest, and his mind was full of confusion as he could feel the wind brushing against his skin.
"Are you?" A voice suddenly came from all directions of the forest. It was so powerful that it made Stiles groan in discomfort.
"Who’s there?!" He turned around frantically, fearing that something would suddenly attack him from his back.
His palms began sweating like crazy, and a growing sense of dread filled his heart. The voice didn’t respond immediately, and that made him feel even more pressure.
Suddenly, his entire body shivered, and he felt something or someone right behind him. "Why are you so weak?"
The voice whispered softly, but Stiles could hear the slight mockery in it. The rage in his mind made him forget the fear and turned around, punching what he thought would be a person, only to hit air.
"You couldn’t even help your best friend, Stiles. Now he’s dying by the hands of the Dread Doctors." The voice appeared again behind him, but when he looked back, he saw nothing.
"If you just let me out of here! I can help him!" Stiles shouted furiously at the forest, as he felt that something might truly happen to Scott.
Suddenly, he felt a palm on his shoulder, and Stiles’s body froze and couldn’t move at all. "You have to get out of here yourself."
"What-" Before he could finish talking, Stiles felt his body propelled into the air. "Whoaaa!" A sense of dizziness hit his head as he flew higher and higher.
Then he stopped, and all the things on the ground looked small to him. Although he couldn’t see him, the man responsible still had a hand on his shoulder.
"I hope you will not disappoint me." The man whispered in his ear one more time before letting go.
"Wait-" Stiles suddenly felt that he could move, but he could also feel and see his body descending toward the ground.
"Shit!" Stiles felt that he was done. Even though his reasoning told him that this wasn’t real, his gut told him that he would die for real if he didn’t do something.
"Do something!" The feeling of death made his brain calculate all the things he could do in this situation, but he could only conclude that once his body hit the ground, he would become a pancake.
Just as he was close to a few hundred meters away from the ground, Stiles realized that he too was a shapeshifter.
"I WOULD NOT DIEEEE!" He roared with all his strength, and just as he was about to hit the ground, a red glow emerged in Stiles’s pupils, then his body levitated for a second before disappearing from that world.
The world started to crumble after his disappearance, but in the sky, a man dressed in black still remained.
His head looked proudly ahead as if the result didn’t surprise him. Cracks started appearing in his body as well, and it gave the feeling that he would explode.
"Not bad...this should buy me some time." The voice echoed throughout the whole crumbling world. Then the man crumbled into dust, and the world followed this fate shortly after.