Stiles Stilinski (runswithwolves) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-10-25 09:31:00 |
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Who: Stiles Stilinski
What: Arriving in Lawrence.
Where: A park.
When: Early Friday morning. Before the sun rises.
Rating: PG-13 for a swear word. Spoilers for the S3 finale lie within!
Status: Narrative/Complete.
He woke up in darkness, groaning as his head throbbed painfully. Stiles reached up gingerly and touched his head, grimacing as his fingers came back with blood. That wasn't a good sign. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in his jeep anymore. Had he been thrown from it? He blinked a few times, looking around until he felt too dizzy to keep looking. He laid back down, closing his eyes as he tried to get his bearings. At least the storm had stopped. That would make it easier to --
Oh shit. He sat up quickly, pushing back the nausea and the panic that were now both clawing at him. He had to get to the root cellar. He had to get his dad out, and Scott's mom, and Allison's dad. He pushed himself to his feet, holding onto the bench beside him as the world spun.
Wait. Bench? That hadn't been in the woods. At least he was pretty sure it wasn't. Then again, he wasn't seeing many trees around either. His eyes widened. No, he wasn't in the woods. He was in some park. What the hell was going on? None of this made any sense. Had he died? Was this the afterlife? Was it some weird ass dream he was having because of a concussion? He didn't have time for this.
"Wake up, Stiles," he said aloud, his heart starting to pound a little faster in his chest. "Wake up."