"Ah!" I yell, roaming my hands over my body to see if I'm not missing anything. "Stiles?" I ask, seeing where I am. I was inside Roscoe. I was in Beacon Hills, we, were in Beacon Hills!
"Wait, where is the rest?" I ask, glancing around only seeing Minho. We quickly get out and run towards the poor lad. "Minho," Stiles says and I can see he was panting.
"What..." he whispers and I smile. "Welcome to our town," I say and give him a small smile.
"Where are the others?" I ask and Stiles shakes his head. "If we find Scott, then he'll find the others." Stiles says and I nod in agreement.
"True that," I say and Minho smirks. "What? Shut up." I say and he just rolls his eyes.
We get back into the Jeep, driving towards Scott's home, where he wasn't at. "The police station, Parrish." I say and so our drive continues to the police station.
We enter, and it was completely abandoned. "Shit," I say and look around. "Does your town always looks like this?" Minho asks and I glare at him. "No, but it will be if we don't find our friends." Stiles says and I hear the static crackling on the police microphone.
"I know." I say and glance at Stiles. "Hospital."
. . .
"What if he's not?" I whisper to stiles and he shrugs. "Then we'll apologise." He whispers back and I shrug, looking at Minho.
"And I'll have a true Alpha on my side, and a banshee, a werecoyote-" Stiles interrupts the villain, whoever this is. "And a stiles." He says and the man turns around. Mr. Douglas? Seriously?
"A What?" He asks and Stiles hits his head with a bat. "Bad guy right? I didn't misread that?" Stiles asks and Douglas starts growling.
"Oh God, go!" I say quickly, running towards Scott and Liam. Scott grabs Parrish who was behind him, and throws him against Douglas.
"Oh," Stiles sighs when they are both down and runs to hug Scott. "Liam," I whisper and hug him. I turn around, seeing a wide eyed Minho. "Fuck," I whisper and pat stiles in his side. I smile because of the embarrassment.
"We forgot to tell him." I say and Minho scoffs. "Yeah! Thanks for letting me know that you have weird coloured eye changing Shanks in your world." He says and I smile. "Your welcome," I say and Liam and Scott frown.
"Who's he?" He asks and I smirk. "We picked him up from the trash on our way here. Thought of doing some charity work you know?" Stiles says and I see Liam starting to panic. "Hey-" Minhi starts but we all get why Liam was panicking.
We turn around, seeing Parrish burning up and I bite my lip. "Okay yeah, we should go." I say and we start running. Parrish roars, and flames start going our way. "Go!" I yell again and we quickly run away.
"Can't believe we're gone for a month and this place turns into this." Stiles says and Scott shakes his head. "No, you were gone for three months." He was going into a door, and he comes out, frowning. "Three months?!" I exclaim, what?
"If they don't let me graduate then I swear to God." He says, going into another room. "What are you looking for?" Minho asks and he finally founds it.
"Ah! This." He says and puts a bottle of fluid on the ground. "And him," he says, pointing at Parrish. "Grab him, grab him now." He says and starts extinguishing Parrish.
He falls down, groaning. "Holy shit." Minho whispers and I frown. "Stiles? What are you doing here?" He asks and I chuckle. "Buddy, love you, but we're way past that, okay? You gotta fill us in, what's going on?" He asks and I look at Minho.
"Douglas, he's merging the worlds so the ghost Riders can cross over." He says while getting helped up by Scott.
"Yeah, he wants a supernatural army in our world." Liam explains and I listen. "How do we stop him?" Scott asks and Parrish looks at him. "The train, it's coming." He says, looking at a sign that says that the train in Beacon Hills will be on time. There were rails all over Beacon Hills on our way here, I just didn't know what it meant.
"Okay and how do we stop that?" I ask and he shakes his head. "You can't stop it. But you can divert it." Parrish says and I sigh. "Great, how do we do that?"
. . .
We were walking towards the school, still no sign of Newt and or Fry. "Okay, how do hell do we merge worlds? Nowhere in the manual does it say werewolves can do that." Stiles says and Minho shrugs. "We didn't have that manual." I grin and shake my head. "That's what you think."
"We can't even move between them, all right? Look what it took to break you guys out." Scott says and I nod. "We can't move between world's, but Corey can." Liam says and Minho frowns.
"What's this Shank on about?" Liam shoots him a glare, and I smile. "And he can take people with him, at Scott's house, he pulled a ghost rider into our world." Liam says and I frown.
Huh?
"And at the Lacrosse game he brought us into theirs." I nod, slowly understanding. "What if that's how Douglas is doing it? What if Corey's the key?" He asks and I tilt my head.
"Interesting theory, okay? Solid logic. But he's in there and we're out here," I say, visualising how we're not together. "So, the only way to save everyone now is to divert the train." Stiles finishes for me and I nod.
"We have to find him." He says and I frown. "How?" Stiles asks and Liam nods. "I'm going into the hunt." He says and I quickly grab him by his shoulder.
"No. We didn't end up in that train station, we ended up in a world where they wanted our blood. What do you think they're gonna do with werewolf blood?" I say and Liam gives me a puppy face.
"I don't need to get taken to get into the hunt!" He says and I frown. "Okay, seems like you have an idea let's disc- where are you going?" Stiles yells while Liam runs away.
"I'll be back!" He yells and I sigh. "Were we like that?" Stiles asks and I shrug. "Worse." I let out a sigh and smile.
"Parrish said we had to follow the tracks." I say and we all sigh. "Those lead into the woods, this way back into school." Stiles says and I nod.
"Wanna split up?" Scott asks and I scoff. Hell no. "Never again." Stiles says and I smile. "Thank God."
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