Stiles' POV (Yay!)
I blink, taking in my surroundings. I appear to be in a train station, but where? What train station? I'm so confused right now. I need answers. I turn to the woman next to me, who's dressed like a doctor.
"Excuse me, but where are we?" I ask her. She looks over at me.
"In a train station." She answers.
"I kinda figured, but which train station, exactly?" I ask. She glances at the wall with the number of the station.
"Train station number 137." She answers. I glance around curiously, then turn back to her.
"Did you see me come in?" I ask.
"No." She says.
"How long have you been here?" I ask.
"Maybe an hour." She says, shrugging.
"We got here at the same time. It's been at least six hours." A guy next to her says.
"Six hours?" I ask. He nods. I look back at the woman. "Where're you heading?" I ask her. She gives me a look, then starts searching her pockets.
"I had a ticket with me here somewhere." She says. I frown, taking in her appearance.
"Do you always travel in your work clothes?" I ask.
"Oh, um. I must have been in a rush." She says, shrugging it off. I get up and wander around, going over to the ticket booth. I run a finger across the counter, revealing dust.
"Do you know if anyone works here?" I ask curiously.
"The following stops have been canceled. Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak..." An announcer says over the intercom. I glance around curiously, glancing down at the tunnels. Everyone gets up and walks towards the tunnels.
"Excuse me, where are those trains going?" I ask. No one answers me.
"Trenton, Anderson, Kingsprings." The annnouncer continues over the intercom.
"Does anyone know where this train's heading?" I try again. Still no response from anyone. "Do you know where this train's going?" I ask a random guy. He ignores me. In the distance, I hear a horse neighing. That can't mean anything good. I watch in horror as the Ghost Riders come in and start whipping their whip, and shooting their gun at everyone. Everyone panics and tries to hide. The Ghost Riders toss some guy to the ground, and the ropes that were around his wrists vanish. They start galloping towards me, and I back up quickly, trying to get out of their way. Someone grabs my shoulder and pulls me behind a pillar. Wha-? My eyes widen in realization as I recognize the person. Peter Hale.
"It had to be you." He says, giving me an exasperated look. The Ghost Riders leave, and everyone goes back to their seats, and I go to sit next to Peter.
"Peter? Peter, how are you here?" I ask, confused. He looks up and gives me a look.
"What do you mean, how am I here? I'm here, you're here, we're all here. Now get the hell away from me, Stiles." Peter says, annoyance clear in his voice. Nope. Not getting rid of me that easily.
"Peter, what are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm waiting for my train." He says slowly.
"Okay, did you not just see that?" I ask.
"See what?" He asks.
"The horses, the hogtied businessmen with the magically dissolving ropes?" I ask. I look around at everyone, who appear to be in some kind of trance. "Did anyone just see that?" I ask loudly.
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Teen Wolf Season 6
FanfictionGraduation is fast approaching for Scott and his friends. But graduation will be the least of their worries when a new type of villain comes into Beacon Hills. When this new villain threatens their pack and takes a fellow pack member, they must pull...
