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Stiles grabs the fuses from the box and runs, lungs aching with each step. He has to stop them. Stop the Argents from setting fire to Derek's house again, to finish what they had started years ago. He hears a pair of footsteps racing behind him, shouting at the others to follow, to track Stiles down, to kill him.
Stiles hears a ripping growl from the Hale house and then his feet go out from under him.
The fuses fall.
He hears gunfire.
"The ship is being picked up on sonar," said a boy no less than 19.
I wonder if I would be responsible for this kid's death.
Cap nodded, thinking briefly before relaying a warning to prepare for fire throughout the submarine.
The ship raced forward, orienting towards the signal and continued on. I braced myself against the side and inhaled deeply, keeping the breath lodged in my chest as if it was my last source of life.
It very well may be.
Decorations cluttered the room, bringing the sullen, boring walls alive with celebration.
"Congratulations!" everyone cheered for the graduate, wishing her well in her future endeavors.