It's All In Your Mind

11

"I should've let you rot in here!" Stiles screamed after the fleeing Werewolf.

Peter just shot him a shit-eating grin and disappeared in a flash of green light.

That fucker actually left him here! Stiles balled his fists, as his hands started to shake in anger. That absolute, disgusting, sleazy little cockroach!

Oh God, why had he even considered waking Peter up? Why hadn't he anticipated something like this happening? He knew the other man was a self-centred dickhead, so it didn't surprise Stiles in the slightest, that Peter used his chance to get out and ditched him at the first chance he got. That didn't mean he wasn't furious.

Stiles, was seething. Nogitsune was back at patting him on the back, but it just annoyed him more.

So many things had happened since he snapped Peter out of his haze. Peter immediately started to ask just about everything. He managed to answer some of Peter's questions, before the Ghost Riders came in.

Stiles' heart almost jumped out of his chest, when they grabbed an unconscious person from their horse and pushed them on to the ground. The body fell down like a sack of potatoes. Stiles was glad he managed not to let out any sounds, as he watched the scene. For a while it seemed like the person will just lay there for eternity.

And then they stood up, dragged themselves to an empty chair and sat down, as if nothing happened.

Peter and Stiles exchanged wary glances. Nogitsune started to giggle.

They tried to wake up the newcomer afterwards, but with no results. The person had fell into the haze, just as everyone else.

So that's how they bring them in, huh...

This happened a few more times. Peter checked out the control room for himself and stumbled through few doors, before coming back to Stiles. He agreed there was nothing.

Which left the tunnel. The Ghost Riders came from there, so why not follow. In the end, the only new discovery they made, was that the Wild Hunt, could walk through walls.

Or maybe that wasn't exactly true. The wall flashed with green neon light every time they passed through. Stiles was lead to believe that it was some sort of a portal. He examined the wall, but it was solid. Nothing could come through it. Except for the Ghost Riders.

It seemed like their only escape was closed... until the Riders brought another person. This time, however, their victim was awake.

The boy was about the same age as Stiles, with a shock of brown hair on his head. And he was moving. Scrambling, yelling at the Riders to take him back, looking around himself.

He probably shouldn't be happy about someone being taken by those monsters, but he couldn't stop the smile, that spread across his cheeks. He wasn't stuck here with only Peter for company!

(And thank God for that, the Werewolf was already making him want to crawl out of his own skin).

They calmed down the boy and explained their situation to him. He looked positively miffed, when he looked around at all the hypnotized people. They showed him the portal. And boy, Stiles had never seen such excitement and determination mixed in one person.

They watched as the Riders went through their portal once more. And when they came next, Adam (as he introduced himself) jumped on one of the Rider's horse.

And for a while, it seemed perfect. The Rider tried to push him off, but Adam managed to hold on. They neared the portal. And just as the green light enveloped them, Adam shrieked in pain.

Some invisible force pushed him back and he fell off the horse. He wasn't moving when he fell to the ground. And all of his body... God, those burns...

Stiles pushed down the lump in his throat. Adam was dead. Oh dear God...

It seemed like getting away, would be impossible. If he tried to go with the Riders, he'll get burnt to death.

That, however, didn't stop Peter, who proclaimed he'll heal, and before Stiles could say anything, he was already jumping on one of the Riders and disappearing along with them. And he was right – Peter was a Werewolf and could heal from basically everything.

Peter made it. He got away from the Ghost Rider' clutches.

And Stiles was left alone.

Frankly, he was miffed. No, he was beyond that. He was fuming. That bastard just left him here! Stiles wanted to scream. How was he supposed to get out of here now?

As far as Stiles knew, he didn't possess super healing abilities. This thing would kill him.

The hopelessness came crawling back. And this time it was worse.

He was alone. Completely, utterly alone. It was more bearable before he woke Peter up. At least, back then, he knew he was alone. Back then, he still had that drive to get away. Now though? He was pretty sure, that the Stiles that ran around the station and examined everything there was to examine, was some completely different person.

He dragged himself back to the platform, feeling worse than he remembered ever feeling. He slumped down to his seat, now more than ever wishing he could go back into that haze.

There was no food. No water. Nothing. If he didn't think up a way to get back home, he'll die. And that weird perception of time in here... He had no idea how much time had passed, since he woken up. There was no clock. Nor any windows.

It felt like hours, but he couldn't be sure. Really, he couldn't be sure of anything in this stupid place.

What was he going to do?

"And we're back to moping again."

He glared at his doppelganger.

Nogitsune sighed. "I mean... I get it. We're fucked. But is moping going to do anything?"

"No. Probably not. But what else am I supposed to do, huh?" It came out less angry than it sounded. Stiles just felt so tired...

"Well, not mope, for one."

Another glare.

"And... I may, or may not have a solution."

This made Stiles sit up straight. "You know how to get us out of here? Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Nogitsune shrugged. "It seemed like you wanted to do it yourself."

Oh, c'mon! "Are you serious, right now?" Stiles' left eye started to twitch, "You had a way out, all of this time, and you didn't tell me, because 'I wanted to do it myself'?!"

Nogitsune scratched the back of his neck. "Well, to be frank with you, I'm not sure if it'll even work."

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. "That doesn't matter. Tell me what you've got."

And so Nogitsune did. And holy hell, wasn't that something.