Ghosts ✢ Stilinski | 5

TWELVE

TWELVE 

I stare at my brother in disbelief. He can't be serious. I take a step forward to Scott. "You're going to bite Stiles?" I asked slowly, making sure I had heard him correctly. We were standing in the Sheriff's office. 

"To get him through the rift." Scott gives me more information opposed to why he's going to bite Stiles. He sighs, walking around the front desk. We weren't the only ones here, Liam, Peter freaking Hale, and the others' were here too. "It's the only way," 

"Just to clarify," Peter had a butt in, walking over from his spot, he had stood by the entrance. "Are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?" The would be really cool, but at the same not cool if he did because then he would have the biggest pack in the history. 

"With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan," Scott explained, which was true. From what I remember, he was the one that came up with the plans. We always had a plan B, too. 

"He's good at that." I told Peter, Malia and Lydia walked over to us as well. Scott and I were standing side by side, with Liam on the other side of Scott behind a desk. 

"So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan," Peter stated. 

"You can shut up now," Malia snapped at her father, glaring. 

"Malia, look around. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills." Peter spoke the truth. At least, that we know of. "If they take us, Lydia and Stacey will be the only ones left to haunt this place." Lydia and I give each other a glance. 

"That's why I'm the only person going in." Scott told Peter. "Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason. As long as somebody is still left in Beacon Hills, the Wild Hunt can't move on." 

"I like your plan, Scott. I really do." Peter tells Scott, I think he's being sarastic. "Especially the part about turning Stiles. But it can't work." 

"How do you know?" His daughter asked. 

"Logic." Peter scoffed. "Life experience. What are the odds he'll get taken? What if Stiles isn't there? What if there's no Beacon Hills you to come back to?" 

"You got a better idea?" Liam fires back, Peter is getting on my last nerve. I never liked him back when all this crap began with, I still don't like him till this day. 

"Yeah, it's called run like hell," Peter concluded. He turned to his daughter. "So, leave in five?" 

Malia walked over to her father. "You promised you'd help us." Malia reminded him. "We still need to find the rift." 

"I didn't promise you I'd help you commit suicide." Peter scoffed. 

"If you can't help, we can find it ourselves," I spoke up, crossing my arms and leaning on my hip. 

"Stacey, I admit that you and Scott have a flair for beating the odds," Peter admits. He inhales. "But, this? You don't walk away from." Peter then backed up to the exit door. "You run." He then left, I blow out some air. 

"We didn't need him before, we don't need him now," I reminded myself quitely, he's been pretty much useless for these past couples of years. 

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Lydia, Scott, Malia and I walk through the Beacon Hills reserve, trying to find the rift that we had been tracking down for hours. "When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?" Scott asked Malia. 

Before, she was here with Peter, tracking down the rift. Earlier, Scott and Malia had found Peter burnt up, Mum had fixed him and Malia made him promise to help us with this assignment, trying to find the rift. 

That's how we know the rift existed, the rift is the part where you can enter the train station, that's the best way to explain it.  "A couple minutes," Malia answered, well, that wasn't long. 

"That's reassuring," I mutter, following Malia herself. Scott was up front, Malia was second, I was third and Lydia was last. 

"What's the rift suppose to look like?" Malia asked, hoping someone would answer her. 

"If it's a tear in the fabric of our world," Lydia commented smartly. "Theoretically, it could look like anything from a microscopic black hole to a flee-floating Einstein-Rosen bridge." 

That's when we stopped, I had stopped next to Scott, Lydia and Malia were close by to each other. I was looking out for anything and everything. I then looked up and frowned much like everyone else. "I really hope it's not up there," I commented. 

"Let's split up," Scott concluded. 

"No way, the last time I split up with you guys I was almost Peter's dinner," I remembered, shuddering from the thought of myself in the library alone at night. Malia casts me a look. "Long story," 

"I remember that," Lydia lets out a sharp laugh. "But remember, you chose to not tell us where you were going." 

I let out a huff, knowing she was right. "Stacey, come with me then." Scott offered and I smiled gratefully, and we took off in a direction. There was a tunnel in our direction and I frowned. "Hey, look at this." A few feet away from us, there was a tunnel, slightly covered by trees and bushes. It looked like an old, rusty, tunnel. 

It had bared wires that were cut off and curiously, I walked over to see more of it. It leads down a dark tunneled pathway, could this be it? Is it that simple? Is it really in plain sight? Another reason why I thought it was the rift, because of the blacks leaves that were surrounded by the tunnel. Or, pipe tunnel.