About To Be Known [Book 3]

Playing A Game....Is It Like Chess?

Notes:

Since I'm updating all of these chapters one after another I don't really have anything to say.

But I hope you enjoy reading.

I'm also going to be switching perspectives a lot. Because everyone's always separated and everyone has their own feelings and since the story is written in first-person point of view seeing their feelings is important so I'm switching around.

Also, all of my other stories are written in the first-person but the story that I write the most often is written in the third-person and it's really screwing me because I'm so used to writing in the third-person now that writing in the first-person is like a challenge cuz sometimes I switch to 3rd person by accident and I have to go back through and fix it.

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Stiles POV:

{over the course of ten days}

I racked my brain for hours. I played around with the keyboard and even learned how to focus the functions.

The mouse worked, and I had more control of everything. That third monitor would show me anything I was thinking about. There was a dusty pack of faded yellow sticky notes on the desk and two pens, one was all dried up, but the other one worked after a little bit of effort.

I wrote down all the relevant information to brainstorm what was happening around me outside and what I was capable of in this room.

In my mind, this room was sort of like a battlefield war room. But it was like I had an above the battlefield view, watching all of the pieces move in accordance with one another, and I could also control how the pieces moved, sort of like chess. It's' like the world was the board, and the people on it were the chess pieces, and I was the one who was strategizing the battle/game.

At first, I didn't' touch anything other than the little bit of exploring I did to figure out the functions of all the pieces. But from that moment onwards, all I did was watch.

I watched the board, and I watched how the pieces moved around.

I checked in on what Lydia and Rei were doing. I tried to deduce what they were planning on the outside so that I could coordinate something on the inside.

On the outside, they were trying hard for the first few days. Then they seemed to forget about our existence.

Damen and I left their minds completely.

But a quick text from Peter reminded them of our existence.

They continued their search, searching Beacon Hills and reading the book over and over again, trying to discover something that would help them defeat the Wild Hunt or kill the Ghost Riders who were taking people left and right.

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As days passed, the train station got more and more full.

Every time the train arrival bell sounded, where normally a train would come in, it signaled the arrival of the Ghost Riders bringing in their newest batch of stolen souls.

I watched and waited day after day. I was making a strategy in my head. I was the one in control for some reason, so that's why I had to take it to my advantage. I had to play the game that was set before me and win no matter what.

Because if I didn't' win, then what would happen to me in this room, and what would happen to my friends, my dad, and this town? What would happen to all of that if I were to fail and lose this game?