Through the Dark // S.S. [Book One]

Chapter 42

Scott and I are sitting in my room watching an episode of Sherlock. I've finally gotten him to watch it, which is a step in the right direction. Halfway through the episode, as we're falling asleep, Scott gets a call. He places it on speaker. "Scott, Meg, I don't, I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking."

I bite my lip. "What do you see, Stiles? Tell me what you see."

After a moment, his voice answers in a terrified voice, "Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my--"

The phone disconnects and I grab Scott's phone, calling Stiles again. I get his voicemail. "Schist." I call again, and once again, his voicemail comes through.

"God, come on. Come on." Scott mutters.

The call connects and he says, "Stiles?"

"Scott, Meg, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."

"Where are you?" I ask.

I can hear the panic rise in Stiles' voice. "I don't know. I don't know, it's too dark. I can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's...I think it's bleeding."

I grip Scott's hand as I ask, "How bad? Stiles, how bad is it?" I get no answer. "Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?"

Stiles finally answers. "Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."

"Okay, listen." Scott says. "I'm calling your dad."

"No, no, no, no, don't." Stiles says.

"But your dad--"

"Don't. Just please don't call him. That goes for you too, Meg. Promise me you won't. He already worries about me too much. Scott, please."

"Stiles, what if we can't find you? I, we, can't make a promise like that."

I hear Stiles sniffling. "No, no, no, just please." The sniffles get louder and he takes a moment to calm down. "Please don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott, you can find me."

"I don't know if I can do this." Scott admits.

"I can try, Skywalker."

"Oh, I gotta call you back." Stiles says suddenly. "I have to turn my phone off."

"Stiles, wait! No!" I yell.

"I'm gonna call you back."

"Hold on, Stiles, wait. Hold on, man." Scott says.

Stiles hangs up and Scott and I glance to each other. "It's your turn to wake the werewolf." I say, to which he groans.

I lean against the wall as Scott yells Isaac's name. "Isaac! Isaac, get up! We need your help! Isaac!"

He opens his eyes and walks over to Scott's room and asks, "Why? What's wrong?"

"It's Stiles." I say quietly. "Get dressed as fast as you can."

Isaac frowns. "What's wrong with Stiles?"

Scott sighs. "I don't know. Meg thinks it's something bad, but we're not sure of what."

As we're on our way to Stiles' Scott's phone rings again. "Hey, Stiles."

"Did you call him? Did you call my dad?"

"No. Just Isaac. We're coming to find you. Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something and tell us where to look."

"It's a basement." Stiles says after a moment. "I think, I think I'm in some kind of basement."