Hey everyone! So I've recently gotten obsessed with Teen Wolf and watched like every episode in a span of two weeks… yeah. Anyway, I'm all caught up and need something to hold me over! I'm not into the Romance genre so this story will have very little of that, but lots o' danger and angst and adventure and all that good fun! Enjoy everyone!

When Everything Dies

Chapter 1- Hide

Summary: A hostage situation breaks out in the school when a group of men bust in the doors with guns. Can our favorite residents of Beacon Hills figure out who they are and what they want, all while trying to make it through the dire situation they're in?

Lydia stood by her locker, watching Stiles and Malia from a distance, laughing together. She didn't know for sure how she felt about the whole situation. Truth be told, she had her chance, over and over and over again. Something always stopped her. Not seeing Stiles for the guy he truly was, being with Jackson, focusing on all the danger that went on in Beacon Hills, now Malia. Lydia had this feeling though, this feeling that Stiles would drop everything to be with her, that there would always be something between them, waiting for them to recognize it. Whether she was right, who knows. But, she had that feeling.

"Hey, girl!" Kira's peppy voice from behind her pulled Lydia from her thoughts.

"Hey, Kira." Lydia turned to her friend, before dropping a book in her locker and closing it. Kira saw her friend and saw she looked a bit distracted.

"Everything alright?" Kira said, putting a hand on Lydia's shoulder. Lydia hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, I'm fine. We should get to class." Lydia quickly said before walking in the direction of the classroom. Kira lagged behind, not believing Lydia for a second. She turned around and saw Stiles waving goodbye to Malia as she walked away from him. Kira sighed and now knew why Lydia seemed distracted.

She quickly ran to catch up to her before crashing right into Scott.

"Hey, you." Scott said, smirking at his girlfriend before planting a kiss on her cheek. Kira smiled brightly in return.

"Well, hello to you too." Kira said, grabbing Scotts hand.

"Ready for that test today?" Scott said, standing in the middle of the hallway while all of the other students seemed to be rushing past him.

"Yes, I am… and we have to go or we're going to be late for that test!" Kira said, smiling and nudging Scott.

"Right… Stiles! C'mon!" Scott said, calling his best friend from across the hall. Stiles ran up to Kira and Scott, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey guys. I was over by my locker for like 15 minutes, I couldn't find my book at all. Ha, then I realized I don't need my book because we have the test but it didn't really matter anyway cause I left my book at hom—" Stiles continued to ramble before he was abruptly cut off.

"Stiles?" Scott interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"The test…" Scott said, pointing in the direction of the classroom.

"Right."

Stiles nodded, before Kira and Scott let out light laughs before the three of them headed into the classroom. Stiles took the seat next to Lydia, who looked over at him and smiled warmly, before Stiles returned the gesture.

"Good luck." Stiles whispered.

"You too." Lydia said. Scott took a seat behind Stiles, as always and Kira took the seat next to Scott.

Coach closed the classroom door before turning to the students who sat nervously in their seats.

"No talking, no cheating, no texting, no screwing around of any kind. You do any of those things, you fail! I'm talking to you, Greenberg!" Coach's voice boomed in the classroom. The students all smirked at each other, knowing this was just Coach being Coach.

Coach handed out all the test papers and sat down at his desk. He wrote the test start time on the board. 11:10.

"You have 50 minutes to complete the test. Good luck." Coach said, before whipping out a sports magazine.

The next 20 min went by with no sounds except for the ticking clock. Suddenly, Scott felt the slightest bit of excess noise coming from the school entrance. He ignored it at first, but it proceeded to get louder, as if this "disturbance" was getting closer.

Scott took a moment to look at the classroom door, then looked around the room, seeing if anyone else had heard the noise. Stiles heard Scott shuffling in his chair and turned around to look at him, passing him a questioning look. Scott subtly pointed at his ear, implying he heard something, then he pointed at the classroom door. Stiles looked at the door, then turned back to Scott and shook his head, saying he heard nothing. Scott figured it was his "wolf" hearing that allowed him to hear what no one else in the room could.

"Stilinski! Turn around!" Coach yelled from his seat.

"Sorry…" Stiles said before turning back around. Stiles found he couldn't concentrate at all now, Scott's instincts were always dead on.

BANG!

Scotts head snapped up, along with everyone else's in the classroom. This time, that sound was loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone slowly started to panic when they all knew what it was that made the distinct sound. A gun.

"Kids, stay in your seats."

Coach said as he ran to the door and took a peak out. The sight terrified him. He saw a group of men standing by the entrance and a dead student on the hallway floor.

"Oh God…"

"What is it? What's out there?" Stiles said, hurriedly looking around the room.

"Get under your desks. Now." Coach said, hitting the lights, locking the door, and ducking under his own desk. The students quickly got under their desks and hid. Lydia, Stiles, Scott, and Kira all exchanged worried glances at each other. Scattered yells and gun shots were heard throughout the halls. Stiles took his phone out and immediately dialed his dad.

He put the phone to his ear and whispered as he spoke.

"Stiles? Why are you calling me at school?" Sheriff Stilinski said as he shook his head humorously at his Stiles always seeming to find trouble and wondering what it could possibly be this time.

"Dad… there are gunshots going off in the school." The rest of the students listened in as Stiles spoke, knowing his father was the Sheriff.

"What?" Sheriff Stilinski immediately lost his smile.

"You have to get here, Dad. There are people yelling…" Stiles started, panicking more and more with each word.

"Are you hurt?"

"No… but dad, they're… they're getting closer to our classroom." Stiles said, as the gun shots just seemed to get louder and louder.

Suddenly, Stiles, along with everyone else in the room got dead quiet, as one of the men approached the door to the classroom. Stiles slowly hung up his phone, so his dads panicked voice couldn't be heard on the other end. The man peaked in the window of the door and saw no one, as the desks of the students were too close to the back of the room to be seen from the door. Coach's desk was big enough to hide him completely.

The man put his hand on the knob and attempted to open the door, but it was locked. He attempted it a second time.

"Anyone in there?" A man came up to him and said. This guy had an air about him, he was definitely the leader of this whole thing.

"I think it's clear, Joe, the door is locked and the lights are off." The man shrugged.

Joe put his head down in aggravation.

"Don't you think that's a bit odd? It's almost noon on a school day." Joe said sarcastically, in a british accent.

Joe turned the knob and also saw it was locked. He whipped out his gun and aimed it at the lock, shooting it. Various screams of shock were heard from inside. Joe smiled at the reaction while him and the rest of his men poured in, and saw all the kids ducked below their desks. Joe smirked evilly at them all.

"Well… hello, everyone."