train - chapter one hundred seven
stiles
I was looking at the signs, paying attention to the names when I heard a voice echoing.
"Stiles..."
I turned around. It seemed like Cassie's voice.
"Stiles."
"Cass?" I breathed out.
"Attention, all passengers. The train will be arriving in 25 minutes." A voice echoed through the speaker.
"Cassidy?" I looked around, searching for her in the crowd of people.
"Stiles? Stiles! Stiles, look at me."
I ran as fast as I possibly could, passing through people. That's when I heard a gunshot and I stopped. I looked to the side and I saw my father, holding up his gun.
"Give the boy some room." He said and everyone started to move back.
"Dad? Dad?"
He smiled and I ran towards him, hugging him tightly.
"Oh, God. Oh, I found you." He said, looking at me with a smile. "I can't believe I found you."
"Dad, I can hear Cassie. I think... I think I can get to her." I told him.
That's when we heard the horses neighing inside the tunnels.
"You need to get out of here. Don't worry about me." He said.
"What, you're kidding, right?" I asked, trying to stop him.
"Go. Get help. Find your friends."
"Yeah, and what about you?" I asked.
He smiled, "We'll find each other again."
"Dad."
"Stiles... I'll hold them back. Now get the hell out of here. Go. Go!"
I sighed, nodding and running to the other side, jumping on the train line and running on the other side of the tunnels. A bright green light appeared in front of me and I stepped back, looking at it.
"I have to bring you back...." Cassie's voice echoed.
The wind was strong against my skin but I continued to walk towards the light.
"Stiles."
I pulled my hand up, reaching out to the rift, I was sure I could see her.
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