The Darkness: 4B

Part 5

Italics- Lydia's voices

Scott

Without being controlled automatically, Scott was able to force himself up using the power he had gotten from being partially remembered. He took a few steps and pulled the newspaper from Oliver's grasps and watched his arms lazily drop.

"Oliver," he whispered so Riders couldn't hear him. He watched him slowly blink without acknowledging his presence and Scott snapped in his face, "Wake up."

Turning to an easier solution, Scott drove his claws into his thighs and he let out a shout of pain that Scott had to cover his mouth for. "They'll hear you," he told him, taking the pain that was inflicted.

"Passengers boarding," the female voice spoke, and shrieking echoed from the tracks. The two eyed each other as the hooves trotted down and they raced to the side. Scott dove feet first, stopping himself at the wall, and slid to the side of the pew, glancing at Oliver who did the same.

People were screaming in fear as Riders whipped the air to push them back as they tossed the new batch of reaping from Mystic Falls.

A blond man with blue eyes and a scar vertically crossing his lip slammed backward in the wall and let out a groan as the Riders left the station. Scott and Oliver got up watching the dazed people go back to their seats as if nothing happened.

"What the hell is happening?" The blond asked and they looked over. "You're not dumbfounded?" Scott asked him and he confusedly shook his head. "And they all are?" He asked and the two nodded.

"How do we get out?" Oliver asked. "Me," Scott said firmly. "Peter was able to go through the rift and heal on the other side." "Peter?" The blond repeated and noticed his eyes glisten with water and his face turn red.

"Why, do you know him?" Scott asked, smelling his pain. "He killed my best friend because he challenged him," he explained. "Challenged?" "Yeah, during the Alpha Summit," he told him. Scott's eyes went big as he glanced at Oliver who was as baffled as him.

"Peter's alpha?" Scott asked and knowing without him, everything had rewritten. "Yeah. The Alpha," he said. "How do you know him?" Scott looked back at Oliver than to the blond, glowing his red eyes, "I'm an alpha."

"Great. A werewolf," he sighed. "Oliver Queen," he introduced. "This is Scott McCall and we're going to get out of this train station and get home." "Matt Donavan," he told them. "How do you know we're going to get out?" "It's been done before," Scott said.

Lydia

Lydia woke up in her bed back in the loft and sighed from the bright sun shining in her face that she didn't like. She heard cluttering outside her room and put on clothes before stepping out.

She saw Felicity in the kitchen doing god knows what and she stopped, trying to hide her creation. "Mornin'," Felicity said which reminded her of Stiles; no wonder they were compatible.

"Good morning," she replied, going to the kitchen and glancing at the eggs in the pan. "Don't you have a company to take care of?" "There's Curtis and the board," she said and Lydia nodded.

"So does this mean we're friends?" Felicity asked. "We've always been friends and you're the only one I have so far," she told her.

Lydia leaned over and grabbed toast, sitting on a stool. "Do you know what happened?" She asked and Felicity shook her head. "When I summoned the Wild Hunt, they took someone." "What? Who?" "His name is Scott McCall," she said and she frowned. "Who?" "You're not going to remember him."

"How do we get this person back?" She asked curiously. "Stiles, Kira, and Malia are going to use Parrish because a rift is in Beacon Hills," Lydia explained. "But I felt an urge to come here because I think- I think someone else was taken."

Oliver

Oliver, Scott, and Matt were sitting still on the pews as if they weren't awake to the Riders.

His head slightly turned when the monitor room door swung open and the familiar voice was snapping orders at the Riders. With a small glance, he saw Laurel in the deadly leather cowgirl outfit, hooking a whip onto her waist. She gave the General a small kiss before getting on her horse with a canary patch on its leg and galloped down the tracks.

Oliver looked at Scott who saw the same thing and they were surprised that all of that happened when they couldn't see them.

"What do we do now?" Matt asked from beside him. "We wait till the General leaves," Scott whispered and they nodded. On the board where there were town names, the numbers for Mystic Falls dropped and Douglas left the room and took Riders with him.

The three quickly got up and Scott led them to the room and tried to open but it was locked. He tried to punch it with his supernatural strength but it wouldn't budge. "They probably secured it after last time," he said. Oliver noticed that Matt wasn't nearby and turned to see him staring at the schedules.

"The number dropped," Oliver told him and he nodded. "It's only a matter of time before they're done with reaping Mystic Falls and build the train," Scott said. "If we board that train... there is no coming back. We will join the Wild Hunt."

"Then let's not wait," Oliver said. "How did Stiles and Peter do it?" Scott trailed off into his memory and his eyes wandered down the tunnel and he looked down.

"I go through the rift," he told them. "I hop on an oncoming Rider on a horse and go through." "And you can tell everyone to help bring us back," Oliver added and he nodded. Scott made a sigh, "It's not going to be easy."

Lydia

Lydia played with her necklace with her name on it, staring at a ticking clock with Felicity watching her.

"You get anything?" Felicity asked. "Not if you keep asking me every five minutes," she told her, pursing her lips to regain focus. When Lydia looked at Felicity again she had a bullet lodged in her brain and the adrenaline rushed over her and she fell back on the couch unconscious.

"Who is the Green Arrow?" the hissing voice asked. "Tommy Merlyn," she replied. "Are you sure?" "Yes."

There was a flash of images of memory she didn't remember like the ones from the cooler for Scott. She was able to see a Ghost Rider and she was running down the sidewalk until everything went blank.

"Lydia!" Felicity shouted and she felt her soul reattach to her body with a gasp, holding her arm. "What'd you see?" "Pictures. Uh... running. A Rider," she said breathlessly. "The memories are foggy from the Wild Hunt's powers of a memory wipe."

"What pictures though?" Felicity asked. "I think I have them," she said, going into her room to grab the box of sentimental items. She set them down on the table and opened it, pouring everything out.

She subconsciously picked out photos she felt connected to and set them in order. There was a strip from a photo booth when Laurel had taken them ice-skating, one at her birthday party and saw the same necklace she was wearing.

"Where did you say you got the necklace?" Felicity asked, seeing the photo too. "I-I don't know. It just showed on my counter and I wore it," she told her.

"Look at the photo booth," Felicity pointed, "you look stupid to be smiling and laughing on your own." "Then the person who's supposed to be in the picture is missing," she said. "But who?"