[ON HOLD] Malia Tate | green yellow... and red

Eichen House

I woke up at some point in the night to a phone call from Stiles. It was still dark out so I assumed it must be really early. "Hey Stiles, what's up?" I asked him to no response. "Stiles?" There was just heavy breathing and bad reception. "Stiles? You there?"

"Ruby?" He whispered with a shaky tone. 

"Hey, yeah I'm here um. Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"Ruby, I don't... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here." He breathed sharply. "I think I was sleepwalking."

"Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see."

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my..." The line disconnected. I tried him again but it just went straight to voicemail. I called again.

"Come on." I said exasperated. I was starting to worry but it just went to voicemail again. "God. Come on. Come on. He answered. "Stiles!? Scott get in here!" I shouted to my brother.

"Ruby. I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."

Scott ran in and I put it on speaker. "Where are you?"

"I don't know. I don't know, it's too dark. I can't see much, and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's... I think it's bleeding."

Scott came over to the phone and I lifted it so he could speak. "How bad, Stiles. How bad is it?" Silence. "Stiles, are you there. Can you hear me?"

"Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."

"Okay, listen. I'm calling your dad."

"No, no, no, no, don't."

"But your dad-"

"Don't. Just. Please don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much. Scott, please."

"But what if I can't find you? Stiles I can't make a promise like that."

"No, no, no, just please. Please, don't call him. Come find me, you can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott, you can find me."

"I don't know if I can do this."

"Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off."

"What? No, hey, wait..."

"I'm gonna call you back."

"Hold on, Stiles wait. Hold on man."

"Isaac! Isaac, get up! We need your help! Isaac!" I shouted.

"Why, what's wrong?" He asked running in.

"It's Stiles. Get dressed." Scott said heading into his room. 

"What's wrong with Stiles?" 

I paused. "We don't know."

We ran down the stairs with our bike helmets and my phone buzzed. I pulled it our and answered the phone. "Hey, Stiles." I said dropping my helmet.

"Did you call him. Did you call my dad?"

"No. Just Isaac. We're coming to find you. Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something and tell us where to look." Scott and Isaac stood beside me.

"It's a basement. I don't know, some kind of basement."

"In a house?"

"No. It looks bigger. Like industrial. I think there's a furnace. But it's cold. It's freezing down here. I gotta turn the... I gotta turn the phone off, Ruby. It's gonna die."