IM SO SORRY! I SUCK AT UPLOADING LATELY! ARGGGGH

***For those of you who care, (lol) I've just moved, I've got exams this year. I'm fully loaded of homework and stress. I have sleep paralysis (which sucks ass btw xo) ***

I know, I know, excuses excuses! :P whatever!

tBut no matter what, whether its weeks of months (hopefully not years xp) I'll never leave you guys hanging!

Please enjoy! (Not much ''action'' in this chapter, I'm afraid! Don't worry though, there'll be plently :3

Chapter 4: Cross Country Traps

The dread crept over her like an icy chill, numbing her brain. In this frozen state her mind offered only one thought. Whatever Void had planned, there was no stopping it.

The tires on Stiles' jeep screeched as they arrived abruptly at the beginning of the cross country trail. Within seconds they found Coach, who gaped at them with a taken aback expression on his face as he saw Stiles running towards him, followed by Lily, Scott and the twins. "Stilinski!" He chocked, stunned.

"Coach, listen close…" Lily began to explain before 'Stiles' had the chance to speak, letting Scott and the others deal with the rest of the class while she did her best to prevent whatever chaos Void was planning.

Despite his continuous threats, she couldn't just stand there and let him win. If she did, she might as well go home and wait for hell to rise over. She didn't go too far into the details, knowing that her time was limited and that someone was probably already hurt, or worse. "You've gotta call the class back, they're headed into traps… Like proper steel traps. They're scattered all over the place. "

Finstock furrowed his brow at her. "I seriously doubt that, uh…?"

She glared at him when he didn't remember her name. "Lily! Lily Fray. You know, I- Ugh forget it!" She was on the verge of having a panic attack at this point. She could practically feel Void's eyes burning into her skull as she rambled on. "Look that's not important! Someone's gonna hurt themselves out there! You've gotta call them back! Now!"

Finstock glanced at her to Stiles and back and forth until 'Stiles' finally spoke. "She's right." He shrugged.

Before he could reply, 'Stiles' began to walk to where they runners would soon be. Lily could see it, even in the way he walked… It was slower yet at the same time it seemed faster than Stiles. It was graceful yet menacing… She couldn't explain it… And nor did she want to. What she wanted was to have her real endearing Stiles back by her side again. She wanted to walk right up to him and tell him how much she loves him, how she'd do anything for him a thousand times and over if that's what it took, but she couldn't… Not until the demon was gone.

Soon after they'd caught up, he'd managed to stop everyone in their tracks, by yelling at them until they did. The whole class watched attentively as he slowly… Too slowly… Picked up a large piece of chain from the orange and red leafy ground. What Lily couldn't put her finger on was why he was helping… Something wasn't right about this.

She could see it in his eyes, that sideways glance he threw at her, as if daring her to speak up, accuse him. God knows she wanted to. How badly she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at everyone to run as far away from him as possible. But she couldn't, she was afraid.

It felt as though he was giving her a chance to fight back, to shout out. But she wouldn't put her friends at risk like that. Part of her, however, felt like that was exactly what she was doing right now.

"Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain." Finstock mocked, getting more and more impatient by the minute. "Can somebody now please tell me what the hell's going on?!"

Lily's instinct was spot-on, there was indeed another trap. But when she spotted it, it was too little too late. "Stop! Hey, Coach!" Lily yelled, as an arrow came out of now where and punctured his shoulder, the blood already starting to ooze down his shirt.

He looked down in astonishment then the realization hit him. "Oh, crap." He groaned, falling onto his back. "Get it out of me! Get it out of me. Get it out of me." He yelled as Scott, Lily and Void sat around him, trying to stop the bleeding. "Oh, my God, I'm gonna die." He muttered.

Lily glanced at 'Stiles', who she knew was enjoying this more than he should. "Get it out of me! I'm gonna die!" For a second she caught his gaze and shuddered at the unpredictable yet ever so dark promise she saw in them.

It almost amused her to think that people often believed they were safer during the day, thinking monsters only came out at night. But safety, just like daylight, is a façade. Underneath, the whole world is drenched in darkness.

Despair threatened to drag her down, but she felt that she had no choice but to fight it back, clinging to a single, flickering thought. 'Stiles loves me. He would risk everything to find his way back to my side. And he'd succeed no matter how long it took because he'd never stop trying. Because that's what love is, isn't it? It has to be.'

"Coach, you're not gonna die." She shushed him. "You'll be fine."

He glared at her before repeating to himself once again. "I'm gonna die!"

"It will hurt less if you stop moving, Coach." Scott stated, trying to hold him still. "Stay still. An ambulance is coming."

"Get it out! I'm gonna die!" He cried.

Aiden and Ethan shooed the crowed from them, making sure they couldn't see as Scott took some of his pain away. "Get back! Get back! Give him some room!"

Finstock keeps shouting and squirming in pain and panic. 'Stiles' gives Scott a nod, and Scott starts taking some of Coach's pain.

"I think he just passed out." Lily noticed.

Stiles looked or rather admired his bloody red hands, feigning to tremble. "I could have killed him. I could have killed him, right? What if it was his head or his throat?" He glanced at Scott, who, to Lily's horror gave him a sympathetic look.

"But it wasn't. And he's going to be all right." He replied.

Lily flinched when she started to hear sirens in her head. "I-I think I just heard an ambulance coming." She stated.

"And my dad." Stiles frowned, as he saw the police cars coming into view.

Lily sighed in relief, surely Stiles' father would notice something wrong with him. But the sheriff saw his son and the first thing he did was embrace him in a warm hug. In a normal situation this would've been a heartwarming moment, instead it felt like a kick in the gut. Was the fox really that sly?

Before Lily had the chance to walk over to them, with the hopes of 'protecting' Stiles' dad, Ethan called her and Scott over. "You two better look at this." He stated, looking in the back off Stiles jeep.

Lily tilted her head. "Wrapping paper?" She asked.

"This is the same wrapping paper we used for Coach's birthday present." Scott stated, as though he, just like Lily had no idea what Ethan was referring to.

"Wasn't that William Barrow's thing…? A bomb made from nails and bolts all wrapped in a birthday present?" He asked them.

Lily nodded slowly, her stomach churning. "Where did it go off?"

"On a school bus." Scott replied, before running over to the sheriff.

All Lily had to do was glance at Stiles to know that this was going exactly the way he wanted. But there was no use in telling anyone. It was another one of his slimy little games; don't tell and maybe it'll go your way, or do tell and watch everyone you love die or worse. But was there really anything worse than that? Only time would tell...

"Out of the way! Out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Move! Everyone back! Get away from the bus! Get back now!" It took a good fifteen minutes to get absolutely everyone as far away from the school bus as possible. Students clamoring together, while Scott, Lily and the twins, even Stiles were helping to push the crowed back. "Come on, guys, let's go! Go, go, go! Come on, move."

Lily watched as one of the police officers she knew as Parish came up to the Sheriff and despite not being able to hear them through all the commotion of the students, she could pretty much guess that he planned going in the bus to try and diffuse the bomb.

For not a minute later, he was already walking inside. The crowed began to quiet down, waiting anxiously for something to happen. Ten minutes had passed and Parrish could be seen at through the window, holding up a desk name tag thingy with the clear name written down in curvy golden letters, Sheriff Stilinski.

That's when she decided to run up towards her boyfriend's father. "What does it mean?" She asked.

"…There is a bomb, but not here." He gulped. "We've got to get to the station. NOW!" He yelled.