𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
Riley Winters thought nothing good would come from looking for a dead body with her friends that night. But now she realised just how much that on...
This is gonna be a one-off Stiles POV chapter because this episode was mainly from his POV from within the train station. It's also a little longer than usual, so enjoy haha
Also, I realised I messed up the timeline a little when I had Riley look for Peter last season. So, yes, he did escape the night of the lockdown, but he wasn't taken straight away like he was in the show. Sorry if this causes any confusion haha
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✧*:･ﾟStiles･ﾟ:*✧
The train station was quiet, everyone sitting in their seats staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. I felt like I was waking up or something as I began to look around.
I immediately knew I didn't recognise this place. Sure, I had been to a train station before, but never this one.
Shifting in my seat, I tried to get a better look. There were so many people in here and all of them looked practically catatonic. No one moved, even when I looked at them.
I was seated on the end of one of the benches with three other people. Feeling something in one of my hands, I looked down and saw that I was still holding the keys to my Jeep. I glanced at my empty hand, feeling cold.
My free hand reached up, wiping away her tears.
"Remember that night when we almost kissed for the first time? You told me you wanted the boombox next time? You need to remember me, because I owe you one boombox. I want to give you that. I want to give you the world."
"I love you," she said, her hands clinging to mine. The look on her face was destroying me, but I couldn't risk them taking her too. "I'll remember you. I will. I promise."
"I love you so much," I told her trying my best not to make this harder on her. "Completely, totally, desperately."
I needed to get back to her. To all of them. I had to.
Turning to the doctor sitting beside me, I got her attention. "Excuse me," I whispered. "Sorry, where are we?"
"We're at the train station," The woman informed me, giving me a look to say it was obvious.
"Right. Okay. Helpful. Which train station exactly?"
The doctor looked over to the wall where the arrivals and departures boards were, "Train station Number 137."
Her answers didn't make me feel any less confused about this situation. I had no idea what was going on, and she was less than helpful.
Aiming for a different line of questioning, hoping to get something out of this conversation. "Did you see me coming in?"
