Chapter Twenty

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"it's the only way" scott walked back to us

"just to clarify are you planning on turning everyone in the train station?" peter asked

"with stiles back he'll be able to help us figure out a plan"

"he's good at that"

"so the plan is to get stiles to come up with a plan?"

"you can shut up now" malia sighed

"why did you save him?" i asked

"malia look around we're the only ones left in beacon hills if they take us lydia will be the only one left to haunt this place"

"that's why i'm the only one going" scott looked at peter "liam and hayden will stay here with mason as long as somebody is left in beacon hills, the wild hunt can't move on"

"i like your plan scott, i really do especially the part about turning stiles but it can't work"

"how do you know?" i hissed

"logic, life experience, what are the odds that he'll get taken? what if stiles isn't there? what if there's no beacon hills to come back to?

"do you have a better idea?"

"yeah, it's called run like hell. so? leave in five?"

malia walked to peter "you promised you'd help us we still need to find the rift"

"i didn't promise i'd help you commit suicide"

"if you can't help us we can find it ourselves"

"scott i admit you have a flair for beating the odds. but this? you don't walk away from" he stepped back "you run" he walked out

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Scott, Lydia, Malia and i went look for the rift

"when we were here before how long until the ghost riders showed up?" scott walked ahead of us

"A couple minutes"

"that's so reassuring" i said sarcastically

"what's the rift supposed to look like?"

"if it's a tear in fabric of our world theoretically it could look like anything from microscopic a black hole to a free-floating Einstein-Rosen bridge"

we all stopped and looked up

"i really hope it's not up there" lydia let out a sigh

"let's split up" scott said

we all walked in different directions

"hey look at this" scott said not seconds later

we all followed scott 

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