Apprehension ➵ Allison Argent (6)

Twenty-Nine

Phoebe's POV:

The intercom above the bulletin board crackles once more. "Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in nine minutes."

"Are you sure it's Corey?" I ask as Liam, Hayden and I follow behind Mason.

"I know his smile, I know his touch... And I know that that's his voice." Mason firmly stated, pushing past the people who stood up from the benches. "There!"

He sprinted towards the door across the room and pushes it open, skidding to a stop at the horrible sight in front of him.

With wires and cables attached inside his skin, Corey's blank stares slowly meet ours with a weakened expression. "Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in eight minutes."

Mason quickly runs to his side with concern. "Jesus." He muttered under his breath. He carefully tries to pull out one of the tubes but immediately Corey lets out a cry. "Okay, we need to unplug him. We need to just get him out of this thing."

"I'll start with the big one." Hayden pulls her hand away from mine and grabs the large tube attached to his abdomen. "I'll pull it quick. It'll hurt, but Corey can heal."

Liam quickly grabs her wrist. "We can't! Not until Scott diverts the train." He worriedly explains. "If we stop the merging, Scott won't be able to find the diverter."

Mason's eyes widen, appalled at the suggestion. "You wanna just leave him like this?"

"We have to give Scott and the others more time." I calmly explain. "It's our only shot."

"Look at him!" He exclaimed, gesturing to the green sludge oozing from each tube and wire attached to Corey's body. "We-we need to do something!"

"Not yet..." Corey weakly spoke up, shakily reaching to grab onto Mason's hand. "You have to try to save everyone."

"How do we save you?" He meekly questioned but Corey simply shook his head.

Olivia's POV:

"I'm getting to that diverter." I hear Scott growl, unfazed at the dozens of Ghost Riders surrounding him.

"You, of all people, Scott," Douglas dryly chuckled, his face morphed into a werewolf with his eyes glowing a bright green, blocking the lever to the diverter. "should know what happens to a lone wolf.

"One thing I learned from Scott is that he'd never back away from a fight." I speak up, stepping out of the shadows with a grin.

"He's got a pack." Theo added, stepping out of hiding as well.

"And Theo's not in it." Malia scowled, coming up to my side. "But we are."

"I'm not in the pack," Peter chimed in and scrunches his nose in disgust. "but no one likes a Nazi."

Douglas roars and swings his hand outward, signaling for the Ghost Riders to attack and the rest of us rush forward.

I flick my wrists which instantly ignite my arms into flames, managing to dodge the bullets that whizzed by me as I ran towards the Ghost Rider.

I grab the closest Ghost Rider's hand holding a pistol and force it to aim to the ground before I latch my hand on his throat. The fire instantly travels across his neck, enveloping its head into flames which causes it to let out a pained screech, clawing its face as an attempt to put out the fire.

I rip the pistol out of its grasp and pull the trigger, forcing him to collapse on the ground. I turn towards the others and slam the end of the gun against another Ghost Rider's head, knocking him to the ground.