Apprehension ➵ Allison Argent (6)

Twenty-Eight

Allison's POV:

I pull open the library doors, revealing the waiting room of what seemed to be a train station. Dozens of people were either standing or sitting still with dull expressions.

"Out of all the supernatural things we've seen," I speak up, letting my eyes trail along with the frozen figures. "I never would have guessed a train station in the middle of the library would be one of them."

"There's also a train station in the Wild Hunt." Lydia reminded.

"Any chance they're connected?" Malia muttered.

"I would say high." Lydia sarcastically remarked as she walked further inside. "Like, one-hundred-percent!"

"If there's a train station," I say as Malia and I quickly follow behind. "then there has to be a train leading to the Wild Hunt."

Malia's eyes widen. "They're all gonna be taken."

"They can't get on that train." Lydia quickly agreed.

"Um...okay, listen up, everybody!" Malia yelled out as I crouch down in front of a doctor, snapping my fingers in his face but his expression didn't waver. "We've all got to get out of here. We gotta go right now! It's bad! We have to go!"

"Hello?" Lydia yelled in a woman's face.

"Uh, hello? Sir?" Malia snapped her fingers in front of a man's face until she raised her fist.

"Malia." I scold.

"Well, I'm out of options!" She exclaimed. "How do we get them to leave if they can't hear us?"

"Maybe there's someone who can." Lydia nodded her head towards a man across from her.

Malia walks closer and my eyes widen, seeing as Peter Hale sat on the bench with his eyes trained on the newspaper in his hands.

Olivia's POV:

"I can't believe I forgot you existed." Phoebe's voice muffled against me as I tightly squeezed her in my arms. "I knew something was wrong in my room but no matter how much I organized it, it didn't feel right. Everything that I did and saw, it never felt right. Like for god's sake, Allison and Scott were dating, I always had the car, I never fought with your mom over the bathroom--"

"Hey, hey, stop." I pull away with a brow raised, noticing the black torn stains on her shirt and the bloodied wrap around her arm. "From the looks of it, you've been doing great at handling yourself. I saw the way you didn't hesitate to take out your weapons."

"Are you kidding? With the number of Ghost Riders I fought, I was internally freaking out ninety-nine percent of the time!" She exclaimed before she gestured to her shirt. "Do you think the washer can get the Ghost Rider blood off?"

I snort, pulling her into a hug once more. "I think you're better off burning it."

"Olivia, can you believe we've been gone a couple of days and the whole place falls apart?" Stiles calls out as he steps out through the storage room and searches through another.

"No, you were gone for three months." Scott corrected, causing my eyes to widen.

"Wait three months?" My voice squeaked.

Stiles scoffed. "If they don't let me graduate, I swear to God–"

"What are you looking for?" Liam cut in, noticing some of the stuff thrown into the hall.

"Ah! This." Stiles comes out of the storage room with a nitrogen liquid tank. "And him."

Parrish lets out another roar as he strides over to us, engulfed in flames.