I'm glad you're back |2| (Theo Raeken FF)

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One of the Ghost Ridest took him and disappeared. Simply disappeared. I was looking around. "Stiles?" I screamed pretty loud, despite I didn't have fangs and claws anymore. He's gone. My Stiles was gone. "STILES!" I tried it again. I fell on my knees, let my arms drop, let my head fall to the back and one great loud roar came out of me. Broken roar. Roar of a werewolf.  

The following day, I went to school with a clear task - find Lydia. I was still so shocked.

I ran inside. And I immediately hit someone. "Mia, are you oka-"

"Stiles," I didn't percieve Cody and completely forgot my previous plan, "where's Stiles?"

"Where's what?" he didn't understand. I averted from him and ran through the hallway. I was clearing my head while doing so. Perfect. No one remembers Stiles. Except for me. And maybe Lydia. It's clear. Focus on the previous plan. I need to find Lydia.

Passing by the main entrace again, I saw her. She was standing in the middle of the hallway together with Malia and Scott. I joined their group in a while.

"...like I was supposed to do something," Lydia was saying.

"What was that?" Scott concerned. I was paying great attention.

"I don't remember," Lydia replied after a while. I stuck. "Poor Stiles," I chuckled falsely. The three of them looked at me incomprehensibly, I just turned around and left. I couldn't have explained that. I had to figure something out by my own.

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Two and a half months had passed since Stiles disappearance. I gave it up. I found no way how to bring Stiles back. I had no smallest clue at least.

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Time went really fast. It was Maths and I recalled that day. No reason. I wanted to recall all the conversations with Stiles, all common moments. He had to say something that would help me. Anything...

And I really figured something out. 

"Both of you are here, perfect."

 "Mia?"

"Alex is gone, just like his parents."

"Mia, are you... are you all right?"

"...Riders took him..."

"Mia!" Malia had enough and hit me. I shook my head. I almost got it.

"What's going on?" I leaned closer to her. As I looked around, I noticed few people were watching me. 

"Mia..." Malia beckoned to the blackboard. Three examples were there. The two on the right were solved, but the last one... on the other side of equals, two words were written. GHOST RIDERS.

"Who wrote that?" I whispered to Malia.

"You," Lydia turned around to us. Even the teacher was examining me. I bent my face to my notebook. Second shock was waiting there for me. Over the whole page, on of those men was draw. The Ghost Rider. And it seemed I was the author of the drawing. 

"May I-"

"Yes, Mia," the professor got out of himself, "go."

I took all my stuff and feeling thirty pairs of eyes on my back, I left the classroom. 

I threw my things to the locker. I had no idea where to go. What to do. I turned my head to the right, until my sight stopped at his locker. What would the world be like if he still was here. I came to the locked, grabbed the lock and broke it. Finally. I took a deep breath and opened the locker. It was empty. I closed it angrily again.