I woke up at some point in the night to a phone call from Stiles. It was still dark out so I assumed it must be really early. "Hey Stiles, what's up?" I asked him to no response. "Stiles?" There was just heavy breathing and bad reception. "Stiles? You there?"
"Ruby?" He whispered with a shaky tone.
"Hey, yeah I'm here um. Are you okay? Can you hear me?"
"Ruby, I don't... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here." He breathed sharply. "I think I was sleepwalking."
"Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see."
"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my..." The line disconnected. I tried him again but it just went straight to voicemail. I called again.
"Come on." I said exasperated. I was starting to worry but it just went to voicemail again. "God. Come on. Come on. He answered. "Stiles!? Scott get in here!" I shouted to my brother.
"Ruby. I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."
Scott ran in and I put it on speaker. "Where are you?"
"I don't know. I don't know, it's too dark. I can't see much, and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's... I think it's bleeding."
Scott came over to the phone and I lifted it so he could speak. "How bad, Stiles. How bad is it?" Silence. "Stiles, are you there. Can you hear me?"
"Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."
"Okay, listen. I'm calling your dad."
"No, no, no, no, don't."
"But your dad-"
"Don't. Just. Please don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much. Scott, please."
"But what if I can't find you? Stiles I can't make a promise like that."
"No, no, no, just please. Please, don't call him. Come find me, you can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott, you can find me."
"I don't know if I can do this."
"Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off."
"What? No, hey, wait..."
"I'm gonna call you back."
"Hold on, Stiles wait. Hold on man."
"Isaac! Isaac, get up! We need your help! Isaac!" I shouted.
"Why, what's wrong?" He asked running in.
"It's Stiles. Get dressed." Scott said heading into his room.
"What's wrong with Stiles?"
I paused. "We don't know."
We ran down the stairs with our bike helmets and my phone buzzed. I pulled it our and answered the phone. "Hey, Stiles." I said dropping my helmet.
"Did you call him. Did you call my dad?"
"No. Just Isaac. We're coming to find you. Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something and tell us where to look." Scott and Isaac stood beside me.
"It's a basement. I don't know, some kind of basement."
"In a house?"
"No. It looks bigger. Like industrial. I think there's a furnace. But it's cold. It's freezing down here. I gotta turn the... I gotta turn the phone off, Ruby. It's gonna die."
"Wait, wait, wait. What else is there, what do you see?"
"The phones dying. I can't talk. I have to go... Please."
Then I realised. "Stiles, why are you whispering?" He breathed shakily.
"Because I think there's someone in here with me." My face dropped.
The first place we thought to check was his house so I got on my bike and Scott and Isaac got on his. When we entered his bedroom we found Aiden and Lydia already there. "How did you know. Did he call you too?" Scott asked.
"I heard it." Lydia said making brief eye contact with me.
"Don't ask." Aiden told us. "It get's more confusing when you ask."
"Okay." Isaac mumbled.
"Not as confusing as this." Lydia said as we looked at the red string connecting from his bed to the 'evidence' on his board. "He uses red for unsolved cases."
"Yeah. I know. I do the same. I helped him make the board." I said. My heart sinking.
"Maybe he think's he's part of an unsolved case?" Aiden suggested.
"Or is an unsolved case." Isaac added.
"Hold on. Is he still out there?" Lydia questioned. "You don't know where he is?!"
"He said he's in an industrial basement somewhere." Scott explained.
"We came here to get a better scent." Said Isaac.
"What else did he say?"
"Something's wrong with his leg. He's bleeding."
"And he's freezing." Me and Isaac said.
"Tonight's the coldest night of the year. It's gonna drop into the 20's." Aiden told us.
"What did his dad say?" Lydia asked, her voice remaining calm. Managing to calm me down a bit.
"We kind of... didn't tell him yet." Scott said.
"Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?" She started getting louder now, making me less calm again.
"He made us promise not to, we can find him by scent. If he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far, right."
"You guys didn't notice his jeep was gone, did you?" Aiden asked.
"You promised you wouldn't call his dad. I didn't." Lydia began dialling.
"Wait, Lydia, hold on." She looked up at me. "I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison..."
"Everyone except the cops. Great idea." She cut me off.
"You guys remember she only gets these feelings when someones about to die, right?" Aiden said. He wasn't helping and I would preferred he shut up. But that might have also had something to do with him sleeping with Lydia.
"You don't have to call his dad. It's five minuted to the station." I said against my better judgement. If you could call it that. We turned to leave.
She grabbed my hand. "We'll catch them up."
"Why?"
"There is something here."
"Yeah. Evidence of total insanity." Isaac said.
"We can find out what's wrong with him after we find a way of keeping him from freezing to death." Scott added.
"Go. We'll be right behind you."
My phone buzzed a few minutes later from Scott.
Nothing at the hospital. Derek headed to high school. Isaac going to find Allison. Im with Stiles' dad.
"And we're standing in a bedroom staring at walls." She rolled her eyes at me.
"What did you just do?" She asked as I pulled a string. "Did you just touch one of the strings?"
"Maybe." She pulled another string.
"What did that sound like to you?"
"Like a string being pulled."
"You didn't hear people whispering?"
"I definitely did not hear people whispering."
She moved her ear closer to it and pulled it again. "You didn't hear that?" She whispered.
"Lydia I'm not sure anyone hears what you hear."
"They're whispering. Something about a house."
"What house?"
She pulled it again. "That one." She said looking up to a picture of a large building.
"Eichen house."
"That's where he is. That's where Stiles is."