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Stiles has been missing for three years and everyone is starting to loose hope. All except Scott.
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Thomas and his friends are living a great life in the safe haven only for things to go wrong.
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When Scott finds crucial information about Stil...
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Scott pushed his foot down harder. Something was gnawing at him. He felt like he was trapped. That Stiles was trapped. Something was pushing down on his chest, he couldn't breath. He was running out of- Stiles was running out of time.
At that thought he pushed his foot to the floor.
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Thomas let it happen. He didn't care if Janson was watching. Tears silently rolled down his face. He didn't sob, he didn't make a noise. He was slowly falling to pieces, like a run down machine, rather then one large explosion he was slowly losing way bit by bit...
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Lydia's eyes slowly fluttered open, she had felt like she had slept for days but that's not what caused her to open her eyes. Car horns were loud and blaring. She grabbed onto her seat when she felt the car swerve harshly to the left and then to the right.
"Scott?" She asked groggily.
No reply.
"Scott?!?" She said again as he kept swerving.
"Stiles." he simply replied with, and she understood.
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Scopaesthesia; the weird phenomenon of feeling you are being watched or stared at.
We've all felt it. When the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the heebie-jeebies. It's the point in a scary movie when they play slow, sinister music as the killer leisurely creeps up behind one of the characters. It's when we know and the characters in the movie know...they are trapped. There is no escape. You just have to anticipate the inevitable. The camera either spins around you, creating an effect of vertigo or zoom in on the face, masking the villains' appearance. Then you either hear a gut-wrenching scream or...
"I know you're there..." Thomas said with his eye staying shut.
"Oh really?" Janson replied sarcastically.
"Please-"
Or they beg for their lives.
"Please?" Janson mocked, pouting his lips and batted his eyelids.
Thomas opened his eyes. They were raw from tears.
"Please..." Thomas said once more.
"Oh... our tough liddle Tommy isn't so tough no more." Janson teased. "Oh Thomas." He carried on back in his regular tone. "You don't get it, you are the cure, I'm going to keep here and make you life a living hell because that is what you did to mine!"
