SEVEN

"That's how he got in?" Corey asked as he, Scott, Liam, Mason and I stand looking up at our roof. There were black cracks that lead into one black nothing on the roof.

"What is it?" Liam asked, thinking the same thing that I was thinking.

"It's a point of impact from a lightning strike," Mason explained. At least we have someone with the brains. I mean, I'm smart, but I'm just tired at the moment. "Usually you'd find charred spots like that on the ground after a violent thunderstorm."

"That's how the Ghost Rider got in. He rode lighting." Scott figured out. Okay, so my brother has the brains now, too. I swear I'm getting dumber and dumber by the second.

Scott looked at me, I nodded, it definitely made sense though. He then looked over at Liam. "If they can use lighting to get past the mountain ash..."

"No place is safe," I finished. Yes, your girl is catching up.

"What about the others? It's my fault that they're marked." Corey said.

"We'll find a way to protect them," my brother promised them. That's a big promise to keep, Scotty boy. He looked at me, and we made eye contact. "All of them,"

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"It's a relic," Lydia explained to us as Scott holds the library card of a missing student who was taken by the Ghost Riders. Malia was here, too. We were standing outside our lockers during school.

"What's a relic?" Malia asked.

"An object with fixed associations to the past," Lydia explained. "Jake's ID was left behind after he was taken. And Gwen found her sister's bracelet on her bedroom floor."

"How can someone be erased, and still leave something behind?" Malia asked.

"A conservation of mass," Lydia said. We all looked at her. "A total mass of any isolated system remains constant."

"So, even a Ghost Riders' have a weakness," Scott said.

"A relic would be proof that Stiles existed," I say, taking the card from Lydia and looked down at Jake's library card.

"And maybe we can bring him back," Scott added.

I bit on my lower lip as everyone walked away when the bell rings. I

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Scott and I enter the library together, hearing an argument between Mason and Liam. It went something like this.

"We need to hide them,"

"We need to fight them,"

"We need to hide them,"

"We need to fight them,"

"Who's them?" I asked, interrupting their conversation and they looked at us from their table that they sat on.

"The Ghost Riders," Liam said.

"The kids at the party," Mason said quickly after.

"Got it," Scott said afterward.

"We could get a lightning rod. Attract the Ghost Riders and catch them off guard." Liam explained.

"But since everyone from the party is in danger, all we need to do is find a safe place to hide them until the storm passes," Mason explained his situation.

"The Ghost Riders ride lighting. Nowhere is safe." Liam said.

"It is if we're underground. The Earth can ground he lighting's electrical charge." Mason explained. "Everyone would be safe."

"Okay..." Scott sat down at the table and I followed him, sitting down in the chair that sat next to him. "Here's what we're gonna do. We take everyone into the Argent Bunker. It's underground. It's lined with Mountian Ash."

"We stopped the Ghost Riders last night. We can do it again." Liam tried again.

"You didn't stop them." Scott calmly said. "They retreated. We don't know why." Mason, Scott, and I all stared at Liam.

"Okay," Liam finally caved in, I smiled. "How do we get everyone inside the bunker?"

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While Scott did that, I went to the Police Station with Jake's card. I wanted to search the Stilinski house to try and find any proof that Stiles exists. I mean, think about it. Mr. Stilinski just told me and Scott a memory, (maybe) about him wanting to have a child named Stiles. Stiles is a person who we're all missing.

Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Stilinski had a son that we've all forgotten about. Maybe, he was Stiles Stilinski. It's my theory but it's worth a shot. So, here I am standing in front of Mr. Stilinski's office desk, giving him the card. He looked at me. "You want to search my house?" He asked.

"People are leaving things behind. So if Stiles left anything..."

"Why would it be there?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

"You can't just erase people. They leave things behind." I tried to explain to him.

"I couldn't sleep last night. So, um, I got up, figured I'd do some paperwork." Mr. Stilinski starts to tell me. I listened. "The files were in the back of my car. So, I, I go to the garage, and some junk had fallen off the shelf and I, I stubbed my toe on an old baseball bat. Without thinking I yelled a name..."

"Stiles," I whisper. But why... why does that sound like it would fit Stiles? I don't even know the dude, or, I did, yet him and a bat... it sounds so foreign.

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I look around the Stilinski's home. Their living room was nice. There were some nice photos of Mr. and Mrs. Stilinski on the shelf. "Is there anything I can do to help?" It was Claudia, she made me jump a little and I turned around.

"No. But thank you, Mrs. Stilinski." I politely decline, she was standing near the kitchen doorway. I gave her a smile.

"Well, good luck. I'll leave you to it." Claudia smiled. She then turned around and walked away, leaving me to it. I look around again, trying to find anything that could potentially lead me to Stiles.

Then, my eyes travel over to that hallway I was in a few days ago, and that old lady. Following my gaze, I take steps towards that very same hallways. I turned the sharp corner, yet to find nothing there. I stopped.

My eyes lead me to a specific wall, it was torn. The wallpaper was torn as if something was being covered up. I felt like my hand was being pulled towards the torn piece of wallpaper, so I let it. I then got another jump scare by a man who was standing near me in the hallway.

Who the hell is he?

"You didn't see it, did you?" The man asks me, making my eyes widen.

"See what?" I asked calmly.

"It's right in front of your face," the man snapped. My eyes looked back at the torn piece of paper. I let out a small gasp and turned my head to where the man was, but now was gone. He left.

I then had a grip on the torn piece of paper, I had torn some more. I let out a gasp when I notice someone snatch my wrist, causing me to let go of the piece of paper. "What are you doing?" A very angry Claudia snapped at me.

"You're hurting me," I gasped. I pulled away from her grip and stepped back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"I think that's something we can agree on," Claudia snapped. I then walked past her, heading myself out.

I need to get back in there, something was telling me to tear that wall down. There's gotta be something behind it.

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I looked around my room. Basically trashing it to find anything that could prove that Stiles in fact real. Maybe it's not at the Stilinskis' house, maybe's it's at my house. I pressed my lips together, trying to find anything.

I'm getting frustrated, tears were forming in my eyes. I swipe the books on off my desk and they fall to the floor, I looked at the pictures. There was no evidence that Stiles was in the pictures with me, which sucked.

"Come on!" I let out. "There's gotta be something. Anything. This can't be it!" I let out a frustrated scream, that was in my mouth. I didn't open it and I screamed. My heavy breaths were only to be heard in my room. I have no god damn idea what my brother is doing, I think he's at the bunker with Argent.

I let out a small sob. This is so annoying. Why can't I remember Stiles? Why can't anyone remember Stiles? Why does this stupid thing even have to exist in the first place? I let out a sniff, pressed my lips together.

God freaking damn it!

I pout in disappointment. I looked around my room, it was a mess. If it wasn't a mess before, it was most definitely a mess now. That's when my eyes land on a brown leather book. I dived towards it, snatching it.

On the front it said memories. I don't remember receiving this book from anyone. Maybe I made it. I walked over to my bed and I sat on it and flipped through the book. There was photos of me, just me. There were photos of when I was little, till where I am from a months ago. And at the back, it said because I love you.

Like, what the hell does that even mean?

Did Scott give this to me or something?

Whoever it was, they must've been pretty damn important to me.

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"What happened?" Lydia asked as she and I enter the hospital late at night, meeting up with Malia and Scott.

"The Ghost Riders took everyone. We barely slowed them down." Malia explained to us, making me sigh.

"Tell us you guys found something," Scott said, shifting his eyes over at me.

"I found out Claudia never had children. So, Stiles can't be her son." Lydia informs us.

There goes my theory.

"What about a relic?" Malia looked over at me. I shake my head disappointingly. "There never was a Stiles, was there?"

"It doesn't even sound like a real name," Scott adds in.

"We still have to keep looking," I said, strongly. "Check school records. Or call dad..."

"We're fighting the wrong battle." Malia cuts me off.

"We're trying to bring Stiles back." I remind them.

"The Ghost Riders came back. We still have no way of stopping them." Malia argued back. "And whatever they are, they're real. We can't keep chasing someone who isn't."

"He didn't leave anything behind." Scott pointed out.

"That still doesn't mean he isn't real. He's real. And I'm going to find him. I'm going to find the relic. I'm gonna remember him, and when I do, I'm going to get him back." I tell them. "Stiles is real and I'm going to remember him."

A/N

I loved this chapter so much, I don't know why :(

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