Stiles.

Stiles.

Stiles.

"What does that even mean?"

I jumped back, dropping the sharp rock in my hand I was using to scratch the word into the wall of the cave. The word that's tattoo'd in the back of my brain.

"Twice in just a few days, Scott? That's a lot for you. Here to lecture me to turn my humanity back on?"

"No, I need your help," He walked right up to the line of Mountain Ash.

"Well I'm gonna have to look at my schedule. I'm sure I can fit you in sometime around... never. Why should I help you when you've locked me in here to die?" I shifted and ran for him but was stopped by the Mountain Ash.

"I hate you," I growled at him.

"Hate is an emotion, isn't it? How can you hate me if you feel nothing?" He smirked, taunting me.

"I can kill you right now, and wouldn't feel a thing."

He laughed and shook his head. "I'd like to see you try."

"Challenge accepted," I ran and picked up a small rock, throwing it hard through the seal and scratched his cheek with it.

He hissed and stumbled a bit, wiping away the blood.

"I could have thrown it through your head but then you'd be dead and I couldn't laugh at the look on your face."

"Can you help me or not?"

"I'm starving, Scott. And dirty, but above all those things... I'm bored. What else do I have to do?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture and threw it over the Mountain Ash.

"Explain this to me, if you've been in here for a month," he said.

I picked up the picture and looked at it. Confusion swept across my face as I examined it.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I threw it back and turned my back to him.

"I found it in my room. I remember taking the photo, but you weren't there." He picked up the photo and put it back in his pocket.

"I have no idea. Someone must be trying to play a joke or something. Just, leave. I don't want you here."

Scott tried to talk more but I just went further into the cave and ignored him.

(a/n if you remember back to season 1 when Kate trapped Derek in some underground thing near the Hale house, that's where Brianna is)

***

S T I L E S

"Why are you haunting me?" I whispered to myself.

I stared at the word I wrote in the dirt for hours. I had nothing else to do but question.

I looked at the watch on my wrist. The only piece thing electronic I had in here. It was 9:40 at night. About time I hear the--

The loud whistle screamed and echoed in the cave. Leaves blew everywhere as if something just flew by.

The train.

I hear it every few hours.

Of course its not real. I don't know why I hear it but I've come up with the idea that it's my brain hallucinating from lack of blood. That's the only possible outcome I have besides other than I'm downright crazy.

***

A day passed and I didn't expect Scott to come back for about a week. But he just keeps surprising me because here he is. Back down here along with Lydia and Malia.

"Well, well, well. This is a surprise. If I knew I was having company, I would have made myself more presentable," I flattened my dress and then rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"

Scott held a gun up to me, but it wasn't an ordinary gun. It was a gun with vervain darts in it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I haven't done anything. I've been-" He didn't let me continue. He just shot the dart into my leg.

I didn't pass out but I fell to the ground. Just one ounce of vervain and no blood in two days was all it took to take me down.

Lydia broke the Mountain Ash seal and Scott and Malia chained my wrists and ankles. They pulled me up to my feet.

"What are we doing?" I groaned.

"I'd like to know too," Lydia said to Scott.

"Just get her outside. I need all of your help," Scott said.

When we got outside it felt amazing. The fresh night air blowing threw my hair.

I didn't say anything. Scott, Lydia or Malia didn't say anything. Not for a while of marching through the woods.

"I went to bed at home and I woke out in the woods," Scott finally said. "About a mile from where Brianna is, right around here. I think there's a reason why this has happened. I've been out here before. It was the beginning of sophomore year the night before tryouts for First Line. I remember cause it was all that I could think about."

"What were you doing?" Malia asked, tugging on my chains when I stopped for a second.

"I was looking for a dead body," said Scott.

"That's morbid," Lydia mumbled.

"So then, what was I doing out here all alone?" Scott asked rhetorically.

"Listen, I didn't know you back then, and I barely even know you now. Why am I here? Honestly, I'd rather be back in the cave than being forcefully pulled around out here. It's kind of cold," I complained.

"You're cold blooded. You should be fine," Malia said to me and gave me a growl. I grumbled back but Scott pulled on the chains.

"I wish I could help but I didn't know you back then either," Lydia told Scott.

"I was still a coyote so I might've tried to eat it," Malia said.

"Deaton said that my subconscious is trying to tell me something. But I need you guys to help me figure out what it's saying."

"Maybe you were just a curious teenager. You heard there was a body," Lydia conveyed.

"But how? I never watched the news. And I didn't have a police scanner."

"Doesn't your mom work at a hospital?" I asked. "Maybe she got called in and you overheard?"

Scott stopped walking. "My mom wasn't home that night. I live five miles from here. How did I get here?"

"You drove," said Malia.

"I didn't have a car."

"You ran."

Scott shook his head, "I couldn't have. I had asthma."

"I was hiding but they knew that I was here," Scott continued walking.

"Maybe you made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing," I said with an eye roll.

"How would they know that was me?" He paused and turned around like he heard something, or he was remembering something. "Why would the Sheriff even think that I would be out here?"

"Because like most deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural." Lydia glared at me when she said that.

"I wasn't supernatural. I mean, this is the night I was bitten. I wasn't a werewolf yet. And I wasn't out here alone."

"I know this sounds crazy. But I think I had a best friend. And I think he was out here with me that night."

"It doesn't sound crazy," Malia began. "I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human."

"I came to school this morning and I was sure I was supposed to meet someone," Lydia explained confused. "But I couldn't remember who it was supposed to be."

"Why am I here?" I groaned out.

"Because you're in this picture. Why are you in this picture?" He pulled the picture out again and held it out to me.

"And why is there a big space between us?" Lydia pointed to the space between herself and Scott.

"What if we're all missing the same person? And they're supposed to be right here," Scott pointed to the empty space.

"What if he's the reason Brianna is in this picture? What if it's all supposed to be different?" Scott looked at me.

My heart was racing and my head was pounding. I have to get out of here. I have to get away. I can feel it; my emotions surfacing.

I don't know how, maybe it was the adrenaline but I broke the chains. Surprising them all.

The second I was free I ran. I ran and ran. No idea where to go but far away from here.

The next morning I woke up in a place that did not look familiar. I was surrounded by people. Dead people. I most likely blacked out from all the blood I drank. Oh, those are always the best nights.

I was in a hotel room. A really nice one too. I got up from the bed and counted 4 bodies.

When I went into the bathroom I found another one dead in the bathtub. I laughed at my work. 5 in one night. Not bad, Brianna.

I leaned down and examined the body, finding the wallet in his pocket. I pull out any cash he had, then took his ID. I did the same to the other four then left the hotel.

I talked to the man at the front desk and compelled him to delete every camera footage and back up footage from last night, then had him to forget he every saw me. Just to wipe every trace of me killing those people.

I also took a pair of keys from one of the bodies and found the car in the parking lot. A Porsche. Score! I looked around in the car and found a pair of sunglasses. I slid them on, then opened the roof of the car.

I start the engine and drive to my destination. Scott and Malia have most likely been following my scent. I need somewhere public where they can't try anything. I know the perfect place.

I park my car and walk up to the main entrance. My head held up high and confidence all throughout my body.

"Damn, Brianna. Where the hell have you been?"

"Fuck off, Greenburg. No one like's you." I flip him off and make my way to the school office.

"Brianna Hollis. I seem to have lost my schedule for this semester," I slide off my sunglasses and place them on the top of my head.

The lady typed away on her computer then shook her head.

"It says here you've been transferred. We weren't informed that you were coming back," the lady said.

"Just put me in the system. Give me the same classes as... Scott McCall." I compelled her. She did exactly that and printed out the schedule and I went on my way.

The second I walked out of the office I was pushed up against the wall.

"I should kill you right now," Malia growled in my face.

"Now, now, Malia. People are staring." I smirked.

"What does it mean?" She asked me, not letting go of me.

"What does what mean?" I rolled my eyes. What could it be this time?

"Stiles."

I gritted my teeth and my good mood went to bad. I growled and pushed her off of me. So hard she hit the other side of the wall.

"Where did you hear that?" I yelled.

"Hey!" Someone yelled.

Malia slapped me across the face, though she had a little help from her claws to do it. My hand went to the side of my face to stop the bleeding.

"You little-" I lunged at her but I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and pull me back.

Malia also jumped for me but I saw Scott hold her back.

"Both of you, my office. Now." Mrs. Martin ordered. "All of you."

I fought against the grip of the person who was holding me back till they let go. I turned around and saw Liam standing there, glaring at me.

I began to follow behind Mrs. Martin till we got to her office. Malia, Scott, Liam, and Lydia all came in after.

"This school is a safe place. I will not have you two fighting in these hallways," She slammed her hand on her desk.

"She started it," I pointed to Malia.

"No, you started it when you came back," Malia growled.

"I'm a teenage girl. Am I not allowed to finish my senior year of High School?" I placed my hand on my heart and acted like I was hurt by her statement.

"You shouldn't be here," Scott said.

"You can't stop me."

"I have before," he took a step closer but Liam stopped him.

"Did you kill anyone?" Lydia asked me.

"No," I responded.

"She's lying," Liam piped up.

"Then blame Scott. He's the one that locked me up and starved me. This blood is on his hands. Now if you excuse me..." I walked toward the door and opened it but Sheriff Stilinski was standing in my way.

"Morning, Sheriff."

He was quite shocked to see me standing there. I think he was trying to be subtle, but I saw his hand reach up to the gun on his hip.

"Oh, no need for that." Before he could even react I hand taken it out of his holster, taken the chamber out and threw both pieces on Mrs. Martin's desk.

"How do you know this word?" Lydia held up her phone, showing me a picture. The picture was one of the times I wrote Stiles in the cave.

"I don't know," I responded.

"What is a Stiles?" Scott asked me.

"It's a he." Sheriff Stilinski spoke up. "Stiles. It's a family nickname. I never used it but, uh, my father did.

***

"Thanks, honey," Sheriff thanked his wife as she handed him a box.

I didn't want to be here. In their house. I don't feel right. It all feels wrong. The second I walked inside a chill ran up my back and I wanted to leave. But here I am, sitting on their couch with Scott and Lydia.

"He was an Army engineer," he opened up the box and pulled out a picture. "Ended the war one bridge at a time."

He handed Scott the picture and Lydia and I looked over his shoulder at it. It was just a man in uniform but it said Stiles at the bottom.

"And he went by Stiles," said Scott with a smile.

"So, what's this got to do with the Wild Hunt?" Sheriff asked.

Scott and Lydia shared a look before Scott spoke up, "We think that somebody was taken from us."

"Any idea who?"

"Uh, the Ghost Rider's would have erased our memories."

Sheriff nodded, "Well, now, that's convenient."

"We found a clue," said Lydia. "The word Stiles."

Sheriff's wife nodded, "And that's why you wanna talk to Elias."

"Mm, yeah, maybe he can help us figure it out. Maybe he knows who we're looking for," Scott said with hope in his voice.

"Now this is someone your age?" Sheriff Stilinski asked us.

"Yeah. I..." Scott paused. "I think he was my friend. Maybe he was my best friend."

Sheriff Stilinski got up, placing the box on the coffee table. "I can guarantee you, my father can't help you."

Scott gave him the picture back. "Couldn't we try?"

"Scott, he lives in a nursing home three towns over..."

I tuned out what he was saying by the train horn blowing in my ears once again. I closed my eyes and placed them over my ears, trying to stop it.

I felt someone shake me but I didn't look up till it was over. It felt like it lasted longer than 3 minutes, which is the longest it's ever been.

"Brianna, are you okay?" Scott asked. He looked genuinely scared for me.

"M-May I use your bathroom?" I asked Sheriff and his wife, shooting up from the couch.

"Yeah, it's right-" I interrupted her by accident.

"I know where it is."

I shocked myself and everyone else by saying that. I looked around nervously before speed-walking in the direction of the bathroom.

I walked into the hallway bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I leaned on the sink. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I snapped myself out of it and turned on the water, splashing some water on my face.

I took the hand towel and patted my face dry.

"You'll forget me."

I stared at myself in the mirror and shook my head whispering, "I won't."

I don't know why but a single tear slid down my cheek.

I wiped it away and exited the bathroom. I was about to join them in the living room but something told me to stop.

I turned to my right, staring at a huge blank wall. Nothing but a small table in front of it.

I didn't even realize my hand reaching up to the wallpaper and ripping a small piece off till someone smacked my hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Claudia asked me frantically.

"I-I'm sorry." I hurried away from her and didn't stop till I was outside.

"Brianna, what's wrong?" I heard footsteps behind me and I already knew Scott and Lydia followed me outside.

I took a deepbreath then put on a fake smirk and turned around to them.

"Why would anything be wrong?" I asked Scott.

"Because I can smell the chemo-signals radiating off of you. You're feeling something. Emotions," He smiled and stepped closer to me. "Just let it in. It's going to be okay."

"No. It's not." Those were my last words before I ran away.

I need a drink...