Endless Collisions ⚜ McCall

{EC} 2. Who's Kate?

"if we go down
then we go down together."

-t. c.

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To Braeden: how is your mission going? are you still alive?

I then looked up from my cellphone, watching Stiles walk over, standing next to me. "This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles said as we both scoured our surroundings. The whole idea of being in this town is just. . bizarre.

"It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia muttered as I nodded in agreement, still believing the town is a bit sketchy.

"What's wrong with the plan?" Stiles questioned as I looked over to him with an incredulous look.

What's wrong with the plan? We are literally standing in the heart of Mexico. It was Lydia, Stiles and I, standing here trying to figure out where to go next. I almost ran into the people passing on bikes almost every second and people decorated with tattoos conversing with each other. I'm literally still upset that they're all here. The whole supernatural Brady bunch, cooped up in a place that is intensely foreign to all of us. I am grateful, though. We don't know what we're going to encounter. I had casted a locator spell using a strand of Derek's hair from this hairbrush, but the dust on the map literally dispersed. I don't know what the hell they're doing with Derek, but I hope that he is safe.

"What's wrong with the plan he asks." I snickered lowly. "Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" I asked, looking over to him with quirked up eyebrows. Honestly, feeling for my brother because he has total unintentional idiots as friends. However, our plans do work out so that means we're doing something right.

"I'm aware it's not our best." Stiles nodded.

"We are going to die." I nodded, bracing myself for anything that may happen. "I won't even be able to tell my grand kids how much of a bad ass their Aunt Flora was." I then rolled my eyes.

"Are you saying that as a bean-nighe or you're just being pessimistic?" Stiles questioned as I then noticed he started walking, leaving us to follow. I pinned my lips together as I down at my shoes that were getting covered in dust. Much like the first time I came here.

So deja-vu.

"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die and would like to live and see my grand babies." I spoke, trying not to show the more cynical side of me.

"Okay. Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual nighe or banshee predictions?" Stiles questioned, his eyes switching between Lydia and I.

"This plan is stupid and we're gonna die!" Lydia rushed out as I hummed in agreement, a small laugh bubbled out.

"Oh, thank you!" Stiles sarcastically sharing a smile with Lydia as I then laughed to myself. It's little moments like these what really made me miss these guys. But constantly putting the lives of my friends at risk? It wasn't on my to-do list.

We were walking until the sun had fallen. Imagine if we had executed this plan two nights ago when it was a full moon. That would have not been pretty! Stiles then stopped in front of these double doors as Lydia and I shared a wary glance before looking at the two males who were posted up outside of this. Everything about this town, the plan, it was all sketchy! It literally screamed the word sketchy. I'll just rename this town Sketchico while we're here.

One the two guys noticed we stopped in front of them, they bounced off the wall to cross their arms in front of us as they blocked the entrance. Either this is the wrong place or it is very correct. Lydia then sent of a sentence filled with Spanish I then rolled my eyes as she said "fiesta".