[Chapter Two; Coincidental Collisions]
"I'm falling out of the sky
I feel so alive
My heart ignites
When our eyes collide"
"What the hell?" Stiles mumbled as he began to stumble on the concrete ground. Puffs of air were leaving his body as he began to stress about where he was.
A loud honk made him realized that he was about to be hit by oncoming traffic. Frantically, he moved out of the way to avoid being hit.
Stiles finally took the time to look up, taking in the new scenery. It was dark, there were lights and tall buildings. He had to be in a city. There was a woman yelling at a taxi that she was going to be late. A few people walking dogs and a man flipping a sign. But the one thing that caught his eye was the man wearing an all red suit with the same exact look on his face that stiles wore.
Stiles looked around a few more times. Overwhelmed by the sudden change in atmosphere. It was like he had entered a whole different world.
But do those really exist?
Yes werewolves exist, and so do banshees and loads of other shit; but does he really believe in alternate universes? Does he really believe in worlds that look exactly like his own with only the slightest change?
He couldn't think about it anymore.
Before he was teleported to wherever the hell he is right now, he was last on the phone with Lydia screaming for help. Noticing that his phone was still in his hand, he decided to dial her number.
There was no answer. Almost on instinct he decided to call Scott. After the second ring someone answered.
"Hello?" Scott's voice answered.
"Scott? Scott I need your help.." Stiles began to say frantically, "I don't know where I am but I-"
"No, no! You need to stop, Okay? This is like the tenth time this week. I don't know who you are, or why you are doing this, but it is sick! My best friend died two years ago, I don't need a reminder of that everyday!!" Scott angrily interrupted Stiles before hanging up.
The lonely, confused boy stared sadly down at his phone.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
"Lydia? Lydia what's wrong?" Sheriff asked the strawberry blonde as she ran into his house with tears streaming down her face.
"It's.. It's stiles. Something happened" Lydia began, "we were on the phone, and then all of the sudden I hear this strange noise and he was screaming for help."
The sheriff placed his hands on her shoulders, "do you know what happened to my son?"
"But you are a banshee! You should know what happened to him!" The sheriff shouted making her wince. He let out a sigh as he removed his hands from her shoulders to rub his face.
"I'm sorry- I just.. Just please tell me, is he dead?" The sheriff asked, his face showing pure sadness.
"No, but I'm not so sure he is alive either.." Lydia informed the grieving man.
Both of them exchange a glance of worry, not exactly sure of what she even means. The good news is that stiles isn't dead, and that is all that matters.... as of now.
"Okay, Stiles, think," he told himself before placing his head in his hands. He managed to find his way to a bench that was on the side of the road.
He was going to give himself some more instructions, when he realized that he was in a public place and people might think he is crazy when they saw him talking to himself. That's when he got the crazy idea to ask someone on the sidewalk about where they were.
He stood up and walked to the first person he saw, "uh-um excuse me miss," he started, making the older woman with light brown hair turn to him, "hi, I was wondering, where are we?"
"Are you drunk or something?" She lightly laughed, "Hun, we are in central city, Missouri. And you need to get home before your drunk ass gets hit by a car."
Stiles just stared at her as she walked away, "I'm not drunk!" He yelled after her, his void drifting to a whisper, "I'm just.. Lost."
He began to walk down the sidewalk. Missouri. How the hell did he get from California to Missouri in 10 seconds?
"What do I do now?" He wondered out loud as he stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk, slowly giving up on everything. He was just so overwhelmed. There we no answers to how the hell he got from California to Missouri in 10 seconds, and why his best friend was saying he died 2 years ago when he is obviously alive.
Stiles looked around him but the voice was too clear to be anyone talking to him. He was loosing his mind, it was official. He was becoming a banshee like Lydia and hearing voices of dead people. That is the only reasonable explanation for the voice in his head.
There is was again, that voice. Telling him a name that doesn't sound familiar at all. Stiles looked to his left and noticed that across the street was the central city police station.
Find him
Find Barry Allen the voice instructed again, giving Stiles the hint to walk towards the police station. He made sure to look for cars before sprinting across the street. When he made it to the other side, he was out of breath. Stiles bent over trying to get his breath back before he walked into the station.
But what was he going to say when he found this said Barry? "Oh hey, yeah I just traveled from California to Missouri in 10 seconds and apparently I died two years ago. By the way I'm stiles, nice to meet you."
Yeah, no. That will probably just confused the shit out of the guy. Or girl. Who knows? Barry could be a girl.
Stiles pushed open the double doors, no one even looked at him to acknowledge he was here. He looked around and noticed the elevator, for some reason his legs just took over and he soon found himself on the elevator. When he got to the next floor, again, no one looked at him or acknowledged his presence. Stiles was about to continue walking when he bumped into someone.
"Oh god, sorry." Stiles quickly apologized, putting his hands on the figure's shoulders to steady them. But removing them shortly after.
"You're fine. But uh, Can I help you?" A boy, not much older than him asked. He has brown hair and was quite attractive in Stiles' opinion. he couldn't help but recognized the boy's figure from somewhere, he just can't remember where.
"I'm, um, looking for Barry Allen." Stiles gulped, looking into the mystery boy's eyes for the first time. To him, they were intriguing. It was a pleasant surprise.
"Uh, that's me." The boy responded with a hint of confusion. But also recognizing Stiles from earlier. When he relived the same day again, and how everything was the exact same, except stiles.
Okayyyy so here is chapter two.
Yoo okay so midterms are this week and the next so I may have days where I promise a chapter but then forget to post it and I just want to apologize in advance.
Okay but did anyone else read Barry’s "uh, that's me" as "yup, that's me" in that's so Ravens voice? I'm crying Ihms.
Please comment your thoughts/ opinions (:
-M xx
PS::;; FEEL FREE TO BUG ME IF I DON'T UPDATE SOON.
