2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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Brooklyn Hale regained consciousness harshly when her head was ruthlessly knocked against a hard surface. Her eyes instantaneously flew open while the sounds of screaming reached her ears. She tossed herself around trying to grab any form of stability as she realised she was being pulled by the ankle along the floor on her back. The Hale girl glanced down to see who was dragging her when the previous events flooded back to her.

The Argent Bunker.

The Ghost Riders.

The fighting.

The taken.

Being taken herself.

The girl had to stop herself from making any noise at the last one. She definitely didn't expect the night to end like that and for her to arrive at, well, where ever she was. Brooke tried to reach down and free her ankle from what she could now see was the end of a whip but it was futile. Even if she did manage it she was sure that the Ghost Riders who sat upon horses as they towed her and some others would just grab her again.

Her back was beginning to sting as they continued to pull her along the stone floor and she breathed a sigh of relief when they came to a halt. The whip was unceremoniously yanked from around her ankle and she was left amongst screaming chaos as the Ghost Riders up and left. Brooklyn pulled herself into a sitting position and peered around the room she was left in.

People of all ages ducked and cowered away from the fleeting riders as the galloped past them on their horses in what seemed to be a train station. Though everyone was shouting their hearts out, the healer could make out someone calling her name above it all. "Brooklyn? Brooklyn!" The Hale girl snapped her head over to the sound and saw a familiar plaid-wearing boy.

"Stiles!" Brooklyn yelled, scrambling to her feet and running over to the boy to grasp his shoulders. "Oh my- You're- You're actually real. Of course you're real!" she exclaimed, uncharacteristically pulling the boy into a hug. Stiles stumbled back a little, surprised by the affection he'd never received from her before.

"Yeah I'm real. Why wouldn't I be?" the Stilinski boy questioned. Brooke was cut off from replying when another rider came in, dropping another person on the floor before heading in their general direction. As the two of them stood there unsure of what to do they were both grabbed by their shoulders and pushed back into a pillar away from the Ghost Rider.

Peter stared back at them with an annoyed look adorning his face. "It just had to be you two." he huffed. He moved away from them, going to take a seat on a bench as everyone calmed down at the riders' absence.

"Peter? Peter, what are you doing here? How are you here?" Stiles asked, following the man alongside Brooke.

"What do you mean how am I here? I'm here. You are here. She is here. We are all here. Now, get the hell away from me, Stiles." Peter replied, sitting down.

"Hey, Peter. Peter? What are you doing?" Brooklyn questioned her Great Uncle.

The once alpha gestured to the station around them. "I'm waiting for my train."

"Okay, did you not just see that?" Stiles inquired. He and Brooklyn shared a look, confused to what the hell was going on here.

"See what?" Peter asked.

Stiles gazed at him incredulously. "The horses. The hogtied businessmen with the magically dissolving ropes? You're niece being dragged in here?" Peter's brow furrowed at him. "I'm sorry, did anyone see that?" Stiles hollered at the rest of the people sitting on benches in the station. No one answered.