Percy Jackson: Howl At the Moon

by barla

Perseus Jackson was betrayed by the people he called his family. Cheated by his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, dis-owned by his father, forgotten and hated by his friend/family, and replace by his half-brother, Austin Reed, he left the place he called home. His mother died when he was only 6, he had no one. Until he had some help from a powerful being and is reunited with old family

10. Chapter 10: Night School

Percy POV

I question myself every day, why does this sort of thing always happen to me? Is it because I don't floss every single day? Or because I cheated on a question for a test? Why was burden with this curse that attracts danger everywhere I go?

Breathe in, breathe out, I told myself mentally in my head. C'mon Percy, you can handle this. You've faced Gods for Christ sakes! But this still scares me because the life of my best friends are on the line.

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott shouted at Stiles and I as we held the doors like our life depended on it, which it sort of did.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I told Scott sarcastically. "I left my set of keys to the school at home!"

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles snapped at Scott.

"Grab something?!"

"Does it look like I have something with me?" I shot Scott a look.

"What?"

"Anything!"

"Oh, let me just place a baby elephant here," I snapped.

Okay, I know I really wasn't helping but I was freaking out a bit. My two best friends are in danger. These two guys that I've practically know since we were in diapers. One was human with sarcasm that is so heavy, it fights gravity. And the other is a newly bitten werewolf who still doesn't know about control and is in love with a hunter. Of course, we have an alpha who's only purpose is to kill. I haven't faced those kind of werewolves but I'm about to right now.

Stiles was ready to say something sarcastic before something must have clicked in his head. I watched him scramble up, peering through the small window on the door. Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I looked at where Stiles was looking at. The bolt cutters. They were just laying there, a couple feet away from us. Scott saw the looks on Stiles and I faces.

"No," Scott quickly protested.

"Yes," Stiles and I told him firmly.

Stiles shoved the flashlight towards me but I shoved it back in his hands. I gave him a serious look as he looked at me in frustration.

"I'll do it," I told him. "I'm faster."

I didn't give them the chance to argue you with me as I already slipped through the doors. Quietly shutting the doors behind me, my eyes quickly scanned around the area. My sea-green eyes quickly stopped at the motionless body of Derek Hale. I gulped as his wide-dead eyes stared at nothing. I could smell his blood all the way here. Derek Hale was a douche but it's because he never had an easy life. He didn't deserve this.

Giving out a shaky breath, I quickly and quietly walked towards the bolt cutters. Everything may seem fine right now but the alpha was still out there. Crouching down, my fingers quickly curled around the now cold tool. Before I could have the chance to bolt right back inside the school building, my entire body froze when I heard a deep, low growl.

Releasing a breath, showing in front of me cause of the cold, I slowly lifted my head up. I felt my muscles stiffen as I bore my eyes into a pair of demonic red eyes. It was uglier from the last time I saw it and its smell hasn't improved. I could see its grossed out muscles bulging out through thick black fur and skin. I looked at its claws and I could feel my heart hammering through my ribs in anger when I saw it stained with blood. Derek's blood. I glared at it even more, when I saw it giving me an amused grin. It was enjoying this. We just stayed there, having a very intense stare down.

Of course, I was snapped out of it when Stiles and Scott banged their hands on the door.

"Percy!" They shouted through the door.

"Get out of there!"

"Come back, come back!"

I saw the muscles on the alpha legs flexing, giving me a growl. I gripped tightly to the bolt cutters, pivoting on the balls of my feet. I heard its growls and its paws or feet pounding on the cement ground. Striding up the steps, I yanked the door open before closing it behind me. Stiles snatched the bolt cutters out of my hands and slid them through the doors. The three of us slammed our backs against the doors, sighing in relief. I didn't realize I was holding my breath the entire time until my lungs were burning, begging for oxygen. Slowly, we looked through the wired window.

"Where is it?" Scott breathed out. "Where it go?"

"I don't know, Disney world," I slapped Stiles as he flashed the stupid flashlight through the small window. "Turn that off! It's only going to attract attention."

"Well, Perce, this thing has super hearing, smell, and sight. I think the flashlight is the least of our problems."

I rolled my eyes at him. Looking around a bit, we slowly started to back away, looking at the double doors.

"That won't hold, will it?" Scott looked at us.

I didn't answer him.

"Probably not," Stiles whispered.

Turning our backs to the door, we glanced down at the dark hallways of the empty school building. Realization hit me when I finally accepted that we were on our own. Nobody would be able to hear us. We glanced at each other when we heard a loud howl. We broke out into a sprint, running inside the nearest classroom.

"The desk," Stiles quickly told Scott and I.

We didn't say a word as Scott and I easily lifted the desk up in the air, carrying it towards the door. Before we could even move it a foot away, Stiles slammed his palms on the desk, stopping us.

"Shh, stop, stop," he told us quickly. "The door's not gonna keep it out."

"He's right," I said. "We need a better plan."

"I know," Scott panted.

"I hate your boss," Stiles told us out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss," Stiles ranted.

"No," Scott defended him.

"Yes! Murdering psycho werewolf!"

"Deaton can't be the alpha," I sided with Scott. "He can't be."

"Oh, come on," Stiles looked at us in disbelief. "He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"A very, horrible coincidence," I told him. "Deaton is not the alpha."

"It's not him."

"He killed Derek," Stiles tried to reason with us.

"Derek is not dead," I stated firmly.

I'm getting kinda tired of Stiles thinking so negative over this situation.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead," Scott looked distraught.

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay?!" Stiles slammed his hand down. "That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury! He's dead and we're next!"

"Derek Hale has freaking supernatural healing! He's probably gonna make one of those dramatic entrance, eyes flashing and sideburns out when we are in danger," I rambled. "And we are not going to die. We are going to live."

"Okay, just... What do we do?" Scott asked Stiles and I.

I ran a hand through my hair as Stiles started to breathe a bit heavily.

"We get to Stiles Jeeps," I started.

"We get out of here and you guys seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Stiles finished.

When we all agree on this 10-second plan that we just mad up, we left the desk and walked towards the windows. Scott and I were about to open them but Stiles stopped us.

"No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott told us.

"And creating a lot of noise for the alpha to hear us? I don't think so," I shook my head.

"Then," Scott sighed. "The we run really fast."

We looked at where Stiles Jeep was at. Let's just say, today is not our day.

"Really fast."

I started to twist my ring on my hand, reassuring myself that I have a weapon in case things go south. Which knowing with our luck, it probably will. I stopped what I was doing, squinting my eyes through the windows towards Stiles Jeep.

"Stiles, what happened to your car?" I asked him slowly.

"What?" Stiles squished his face to the window to get a better look at his precious car.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" Scott asked when he also saw Stiles car.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"You need glasses," I told him as I walked away from them a bit and started to look around for any sign of the alpha.

"It's bent," I heard Scott tell Stiles.

"Like, dented?"

"No, I mean bent."

"What the hell?"

Right when I heard Stiles utter those words, I felt the hair on my neck stand up. Next thing I knew, something crashed through the glass windows, glass going everywhere. Some of the shards pricked my skin. I tried to raise my arms up to protect my face but something hit me straight in the chest. The force literally knocked the wind out of me as I was pushed backward. My legs hit a desk and I rolled backward, knocking down a couple of desks with me.

I groaned out in pain as the side of my head slammed on the tile floor. Blinking my eyes a bit as everything started to spin, I slowly pushed myself on my elbows. I wheezed out a cough, trying to get air back in my lungs. Dusting the shards of glass off of my jacket, I looked down at the thing that knocked me down on the ground. I was kinda expecting a demonic werewolf baby or something even scarier. It was even worse. It was a car battery.

"Di Immortales," I groaned under my breath as I picked up the battery in my hands. "I can't catch a break."

I turned the car battery in my hands, noticing the wire sticking out of it. My fingers traced the jagged claw marks that were left on the car battery. I placed a hand over my eyes as Stiles flashed his light towards me.

"I think I've found the problem to your Jeep, Stiles," I whispered towards them.

Stiles held a shocked look on his face.

"That's my battery," Stiles stammered in rage.

Stiles scrambled up onto his feet but Scott pulled him down.

"Don't."

"We have to move," Stiles told him.

"He could be right outside."

"He is right outside," I told Scott. "He knows where we are. We have to go."

Scott looked back at the battery in my hands, breathing heavily.

"Just let me take a look," Scott told us.

Scott slowly raised himself up, glancing right and left.

"Anything?" Stiles asked.

"No."

"Move now?" Stiles asked once again.

"Move now," Scott agreed.

The three of us slowly got back on our feet, our shoes crunching on the broken glass on the floor as we left the classroom.

"This way," Scott told us but Stiles and I stopped him.

"Wait," I grabbed Scott's shoulder.

"No, no, no, no."

"What?"

"We need a plan," I told him. "We can't just pick any room in this building."

"Somewhere without windows," Stiles suggested.

I nodded along with Stiles.

"Every single room in this building has windows," Scott argued with us.

"Or somewhere with less windows," Stiles told Scott.

Scott looked very stressed out in this situation until his eyes widen.

"The locker room!"

"Yeah, that could work," I told them as I grabbed them by their shoulders and started to push them towards the locker room.

"I swear to the Gods Stiles, if you don't turn that damn light off, I'm going to shove that thing up your ass," I seethed at him as I was blinded once again by that stupid flashlight.

"Gods?" He shot me a weird look.

I ignored it and pushed the door open to the locker room. When we all got inside, I locked the door behind us.

"Call your dad," Scott told Stiles.

"And tell him what?" Stiles asked as he finally turned off the flashlight.

"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever," Scott raised his voice.

"Yeah, just don't tell him about the part of a deranged alpha werewolf trapped us inside school at night and wants to kill all of us," I said without thinking as I looked around for any sign of danger.

I shot them a sheepish grin when I saw the glares they gave me.

"If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off," Scott try to persuade Stiles.

Stiles, however, wasn't having it.

"What if it doesn't?" Stiles hissed. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"

"I'm not too keen of risking other people lives," I spoke up, fiddling with my ring.

"They have guns," Scott stated the obvious

"Yeah and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?!"

"I don't know about you guys but I frankly don't recall Beacon's County Police Station to be equipped with silver bullets or some holy water to take down the supernatural."

"Then we... We have to...We have to find a way out and just run for it," Scott sighed.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile," Stiles told him.

"What about the school buses? We could just steal one and I could probably hot-wire it, boom, we are outta of here," I said, slamming my hands together for effect.

"No, it's too slow and draw way too much attention," Stiles placed his hands on his hips, looking at the ground, thinking.

"What about Derek's car?"

"That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, ugh, and then we take his car," Stiles planned it out.

"And him," Scott and I said at the same time.

"Fine. Whatever. But I'm not going to touch his dead body. I don't need that memory planted in my brain for the rest of my life."

I rolled my eyes as we slowly walked towards the locked door. Just as Stiles hand was about to reach the door handle, my ears perked up when I heard something. Scott grabbed Stiles wrist while I grabbed his shoulder.

"What?" Stiles asked us in confusion.

"Shh," I hushed him, straining my ears out.

"I think I heard something," Scott whispered to us.

"Like what?" Stiles panicked.

"Shh, quiet," Scott hissed at him.

Our feet shuffled backward as we placed a distance between the door and us. Stiles, doing the one thing I asked him not to do, turned that damn flashlight back on and faced it towards the door. Shooting him a heated glare, I snatched the flashlight out of his hands and turned it off, shoving it back to him.

"Hide," Scott said in a very quiet voice.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw Stiles glance at the lockers. Next thing I knew, Stiles quickly unlocked a locker and stuffed himself in it.

"No, no, Stiles," Scott groaned.

Stiles just shut the locker and stayed quiet. I looked at Scott with raised eyebrows. He to, dashed towards a locker and stuffed himself inside one.

"Dudes!" I hissed angrily. "So not cool!"

I quickly ran towards a random locker and tried to open it. Of course, with my luck, the damn locker was locked.

"Seriously!"

Cursing under my breath in Latin and Greek, I quickly looked around for a place to hide. Panicking, I looked up and noticed a cement beam above me. Not wanting to waste any more time, I quickly pushed myself up towards the cement beam. My fingers dug themselves around the edge. Using my upper body strength, I easily lifted myself on top of the cement beam and laid my back flat against the cement beam.

I quickly covered my mouth with one of my hands, the other gripping tightly to Riptide. I don't care if I have to reveal myself to everybody. If I have to, I will for the lives of my friends. I closed my eyes briefly when I heard the door creak open and closing. When I heard screaming, I rolled off of the cement beam and gently back on my feet, the hood of my jacket hitting me in the face. I raised my fist up in the air, ready to lit them on fire but I stopped myself on time.

"Ah!"

"Shh!"

"Janitor?"

I looked at Scott in confusion as Stiles quickly scrambled out of the locker.

"Son of a bitch!" The janitor cursed as he tried to calm down.

"Quiet!" Stiles pleaded him.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? The three of you get out," he grabbed Scott and I by our jackets.

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles pleaded at him.

"Not okay," he started to drag Scott and I towards the door, with Stiles following right behind us.

"No, please listen. You don't understand," I tried to explain but he didn't give me the chance.

"Get the hell out of here right now!"

"God, just one second to explain," Stiles tried yet the janitor wasn't having it.

I couldn't blame him. He sees three teenage boys sneaking in at night in school. Anyone would assume we were up to no good and not running for our lives.

"Just shut up and go!" He shouted at us.

That was the very last time we would ever get to see him as something clawed him by the ankles and causing him to go face first to the ground. I felt like Kronos came back and placed his magic, time-freeze spell on me. I just stood there, with an open mouth as the alpha dragged the innocent janitor back in the locker room. Everything just happened so fast.

The spell quickly vanished away as I was snapped out of it when the door slammed shut loudly. The janitor screams of pain rattled me to my bones as he was slammed against the door. Blood was smeared on the glass window. I quickly launched my body against the door, my hands quickly fumbling for the door handle.

He was begging for us to help him and I was trying. I needed to help him. I couldn't let this innocent man's life go away cause he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I was ready to break down the door but I felt two pairs of hands on my arms, pulling me away.

"No!"

"It's too late!"

I am ashamed to admit that I let Scott and Stiles drag me away. They were right. It was too late. What kind of hero am I, if I can't save a simple man's life? I have the power to stop all of this, yet I am doing nothing to prevent it! The man, the poor man was just doing his job by cleaning the school. He didn't deserve this. None of us do. All his life, he has probably been tormented by snobbish teens in this school building and now he is dead because I couldn't save him.

A shiver ran down my spine as the door was knocked down to the ground, the body of the janitor laying on top of it. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't look away as the lifeless eyes of the janitor stared right into mines. There was no life. No heartbeat. His face and entire body are scarred with claw marks, seeping dark blood. In a blink of an eye, the alpha grabbed the janitor by his ankles and dragged him back to the locker room. We didn't even know his name and now he couldn't go back to his family. His family would never know the truth of his real death.

I quickly ripped Stiles and Scott's arms off of me, taking in a shaky breath. I felt my hands start to shake so I quickly clenched them. Breathing deeply through my nose, I pushed away all my nerves down and started to clear my head. The important thing right now is protecting my friends and make sure the alpha is put to a stop.

Hardening my face, I pushed my best friends in front of me and we started to run for our lives. Every time Stiles slowed down even a little bit, I was always there to push himself faster. We turn and twisted many hallways until we finally spotted an exit. Pushing ourselves, the three of us slammed our shoulders against the double doors.

Of course, we wasted all of our lucky stars tonight. We couldn't open the door. Something heavy was blocking it. We continued to slam our shoulders on the door.

"What the hell?" Stiles muttered under his breath.

Scott pushed his head through the small crack, looking what was in the way.

"It's a dumpster," Scott informed us, taking his head out.

Grunting in frustration, I used my super strength and started to push. Someone really must've took all of our lucky stars cause the other end of the dumpster hit the wall on the other side. The dumpster was squeezed in tight between two walls. We were too big to squeeze through the small crack. We were trapped.

"He pushed it in front of the door," Stiles said in disbelief.

"To block us in."

"He's trapping us inside," I growled under my breath.

Stiles finally lost it as he aggressively started to slam his shoulder against the door, getting frustrated by the second.

"Come on, help me," Stiles grunted at Scott and I.

"We've gotta move. The dumpster is sealed tight between two walls. We've gotta find another way," I told him as Scott and I started to drag him away from the exit.

"Agh, stop!"

We ignored Stiles protest and pushed him forward. We quickly started to run around the hallways again.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school," Stiles whined as we ran up on a set of stairs.

"Nobody is dying," I hissed at him.

"We're not going to die," Scott stated.

"God, what is he doing? What does he want?" Stiles exclaimed, freaking out.

"He's toying with us! He's playing a game of cat and mouse. But he's this dinosaur while were are just these adorable, fluffy, defenseless bunnies!" I ran a hand through my hair.

"He wants me!" Scott shouted. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

"Yeah, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's... That's beautiful."

Scott suddenly stopped Stiles and I throwing an arm out towards us. He staring at something. I was really praying it was some Hershey bar in a vending machine because all that running made me really hungry. But no, it had to be that stupid alpha, watching us like he was some sorta Edward Cullen wannabe. Just uglier, hairier, demonic, and psychotic. It stood there for a couple of seconds before it sprinted into action.

"Go, go, go," I quickly told them as I pushed them in front of me.

Shoes squeaking against the tile floor, the alpha smashed right through the big windows. The ground shook as it chased behind us. I grabbed Stiles and Scott by the shoulders. I was ready to kill Stiles as he blinded me for the billionth time with his stupid flashlight. Blindly, I shoved Scott and Stiles door the doors of the stairs.

I made sure to place myself last as our feet pounded down the stairs. Stiles was just human, he didn't have the ability to heal fast like Scott and I do. And Scott, the alpha wants him. I'm their only protection right now and I don't care if things get ugly in the end. I will save my friends.

Much to my dismay, I have probably seen more of this school than I would like to see. We have run through every inch in this school building. Every corner we go to, the alpha always seems to know where we are at. Once we think we finally lost, it appears a second later and we are running for our lives again.

We managed to run all the way down to the boiler room, the alpha trailing right behind us. Ignoring the stench of rusted metal and dust, the three of us quickly hid behind a set of lockers that were down her. I leaned my head back, feeling sweat rolling down my neck and my forehead from the heat. Steadying my breathing, I glanced to my left.

Scott had this scared look on his face, that I have been seeing a lot throughout this night. My heart pulled for him. He didn't deserve this. He didn't ask to be a werewolf. He was sucked into the supernatural world which he has no idea about it. I just stare at him and just see the kid that I use to play when I was little. The asthmatic kid that always wanted to help everybody.

I rolled my head to the right and saw that Stiles was acting even worse. His face looked calm and collective but I know him well enough. I know he is freaking out in the inside. His heartbeat was rising incredibly fast, that I was scared that he may have some sort of heart attack. I could see the panic look in his eyes and he was just a centimeter away from going into a full blast panic attack. Gods, why are the fates so cruel? They didn't deserve this.

Facing forward, I saw Scott look over the side of the locker. I shut my eyes as I felt him slam back, hearing the distinct sound of the alphas growls.

"What?" Stiles mouthed at Scott, demanding an answer.

"Go," Scott mouthed one word to us.

Groaning under my breath, I got up but not before lifting up Scott and Stiles, pushing them in front of me. We quickly left our hiding spot and walked down a dark hallway. Growls echos around the boiler room.

"I can't," I told them, stopping. "I'm tired of running from this thing."

"All right, we have to do something," Stiles stated.

"Like what?" Scott asked us.

"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it...Something," Stiles listed.

"We can't just keep running around this school forever."

The three of us jumped when we heard the sound of glass shattering near us. Stiles latched onto my arm and quickly hid behind me, like I was some sort of human shield. I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, c'mon. I'm skin and bones while you are practically muscle," Stiles sassed at me.

I took a step back a bit and something hit my back. Turning my neck, I saw it was a door. Moving my eyes to an open room to the side, I couldn't help but glance inside. It was nothing special. The walls were made out of cement and there were pipes, probably to the school restrooms. It was bare and looked sturdy for a tornado. Maybe even sturdy enough to contain and alpha. An idea quickly flashed through my brain.

"I got an idea," I muttered to Scott and Stiles.

"Oh, no," Stiles muttered to me. "I hate your ideas."

"Stiles, your sarcasm isn't really necessary at the moment," I told him.

He opened his mouth wide at me, looking hurt.

"Excuse me but I never said anything about your sarcasm."

"Because I am the king of sarcasm in horrible situations."

"Hold up-," I cut him off.

"Run when I scream."

"Whoa, wait a minute-," I stopped Scott before he could talk me out of the plan.

"YO FLEABAG!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Dude," Stiles and Scott hissed angrily at me.

I ignored them and gave them a push away from me.

"Go," I growled before stepping in front of the door.

"YOU WANT US?! C'MON! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!"

I ignored Scott and Stiles protests to run with them.

"C'MON! SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! SHOW ME THAT ALPHA!"

My throat was dry and I could feel the veins on my neck straining out from how loud I was screaming. My breaths came out in pants, glaring around for any sign of the alpha.

Speaking of the devil, he came out bolting straight towards me. Everything started to slow down. Scott and Stiles shouts towards me were muffled away, like someone placed cotton balls in my ears. I started to hear my own heartbeat beating through my ears, feeling my blood rushing through my body as the adrenaline kicked in. Even my own breathing started to slow down that I was afraid that I wasn't even breathing.

I kept my eyes trained on the alpha, bending my knees slightly as I wait for the perfect time to take action on my plan. I was already regretting my idiotic plan as the alpha painfully slowly got closer and closer. My brain reeled back to when I faced the Minotaur and I almost gave out a chuckle.

When it was just in arms reach, I quickly pushed my legs up, my arms stretched out above me. My fingers curled around a rusted pipe. Not even thinking beforehand if the pipe could bear my weight, I lifted myself up. I felt a gush of wind rush underneath me as the alpha tried to skid to a stop but he was too fast to stop. Swinging myself forward, I launched my entire body towards a file cabinet as the alpha tripped inside the empty room. I landed on top of the filing cabinet in a Spider-Man position, my hood flipped up.

Quickly jumping down, I slammed the door shut with my shoulder, putting all my weight on it. I gave out a huge sigh in relief, throwing my head back. This time, I didn't hold back the chuckle that threaten to escape my mouth. I glanced at my two best friends and saw them holding onto each other, gaping right at me.

"I love you," I heard stiles say to me. "Can I kiss you?"

I just chuckle even more. The door on my back gave out a rough shake as the alpha tried to escape. I quickly placed my palms against the door, putting all my strength in it as the alpha continues to fight to get out.

"The desk!" I quickly told Scott and Stiles. "Hurry! Move the desk!"

Scott and Stiles quickly snapped out of it and pushed the desk towards the door. Metal scraping on cement floor screeched in my ears as we slammed the desk against the door. We all jumped back as the alpha tried again to bust down the door but the desk was in the way. Every time the alpha tried to push the door back, the desk would slam to the file cabinet on the other side. Just like what it did to us with the dumpster. We trapped the alpha. Oh, the irony.

The three of us looked at each other, not believing it.

"He can't...," Scott didn't need to finish his sentence.

Stiles grabbed my head and placed a sloppy kiss on my cheek. The three of us smiled goofily at each other.

"All right!" Smiled Stiles.

"Still hate my ideas?" I asked them.

"Yes," Scott and Stiles said at the same time.

"Oh!" Stiles jumped as I duck down my head, missing his flailing arms when the alpha banged against the door.

"Come on, get across. Come on!" Stiles urgently told Scott, who was across from us.

Scott shot us a frightened look like we told him to go see an old lady naked.

"What?"

"Parkour that shit so we can get our asses out of this hellhole!" I hissed at him.

Looking fearful at the desk. Scott quickly jumped over the desk and quickly glued himself towards us. Scott and I were ready to leave when we notice Stiles staring at the door.

"What are you doing?" Scott screeched at Stiles, slapping his arm.

"I just wanna get a look at it," Stiles told us.

I have him an outraged look that I was pretty sure one of my eye twitched in frustration.

"And I wanna meet Jennifer Anniston but we can't have everything in life," I retorted at him. "Let's. Go."

"Look, it's trapped okay? It's not gonna get out," Stiles try to reason with us.

"Have you completely lost your damn mind?!" I snapped. "This thing was chasing us, ready to rip us into pieces and your first reaction, when we finally have the chance to escape, is to look at it?!"

We all looked at the door as the alpha growled. Stiles looked at us before he climbed on top of the desk. He peered through the small window on the door, flashing that stupid flashlight as he poked out his tongue.

"Yeah, that's right, we got you...," Stiles taunted it.

I looked around astonished, tugging on my hair as if that would give me the sensible reason why Stiles was doing this.

"Will you shut up!" Scott told him.

"I'm not scared of this thing," Stiles said very confidently, looking away from the wired window to look at us.

That was his mistake as the alpha rattled the door, causing Stiles to jump back violently. He would've fallen to the ground head first if Scott and I haven't caught him, bringing him back to his feet.

"Yeah, cause that wasn't fear," I drawled at him.

"I'm not scared of you!" Stiles shouted to the door as the alpha raked his claws on the wired window. "Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any-," Stiles was cut off by the alpha.

The alpha crashed into something as I saw debris falling from the ceiling. The three of us slowly moved our eyes up at the ceiling as we heard the vents creaked painfully. I was seriously about to break that flashlight with my bare hands as Stiles lifted the light up on the ceiling. The tiles on the ceiling bulged out painfully. It was obvious what was inside the air vents.

"Stiles, if the alpha doesn't kill us, I am going to murder you," I seethed at him as ceiling tiles started to fall.

I quickly grabbed Scott and Stiles shoulders and pushed them in front of me. We were back to square one. We ran.

We just barely left the boiling room and running up a set of stairs when my ears perked up as I heard a distant ringtone somewhere in the school. Which means someone was inside the building. Scott, also hearing the ringtone, stopped Stiles and I. A panicked look stretched across his face.

"Wait. Do you hear that?" Scott panted.

"Hear what?"

"It sounds like a phone ringing."

"What?"

"I know that ring," realization was written all over Scott's face. "That's Allison's phone."

I felt the color drain out of my face as more of my friends lives are being risked.

"Allison? What is she doing here?" I asked Scott, cause they are dating, sort of.

Their relationship is complicated and this is coming from me.

"Like if I had a clue," Scott freaked out. "She's going to figure out everything."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Stiles tried to calm down Stiles. "We don't even know that's even Allison. A lot of people have the same ringtone."

"Maybe the alpha is trying to trick us and setting up a trap for you," I told him.

"What if it isn't?! What if she's in trouble?!" Scott went to a full blown panic attack.

"Look," I told Scott, taking out my phone. "I'll call her."

Scott seemed to calm down a bit from my idea, quickly nodding his head causing his floppy hair to move up and down. I'm surprised I haven't cracked my phone from all this shit that has been happening! Right as I was about to dial Allison's number, a named popped on my phone and the Harry Potter theme song started to play.

"Erica," A horrible feeling settle in my git.

I glanced at Scott and Stiles before quickly answering.

"Erica? Are you okay?" I quickly asked her as I saw Stiles call Allison at the corner of my eye.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I heard Erica's voice say through my phone, calming me down a bit. "Though, I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't be okay?" The worries quickly came back.

"You sent me a text message to meet you at school. Like, right now," she said, hearing a car engine on the other side.

I felt like someone punched me in the gut. Allison ringtone. The alpha. Erica calling me. I pieced everything together.

"Erica, I never sent you a text message," I slowly told her.

"Well, then who did?" She asked me playfully but I could still hear the worries in her tone.

I didn't answer her cause I didn't know. I had my phone with me the entire time.

"Percy, what is going on? Who sent me that message? Please tell me this isn't some kind of sick joke you are pulling on me," she freaked out.

"Erica, you've gotta listen to me very carefully," I rushed as the three of us started to walk. "I never send you a message. I don't know who did. Promise me that you won't come here to the school. It's not safe."

"Not safe?" She squeaked. "Percy, what is going on? You are scaring me."

I swallowed the lump on my throat as my mouth suddenly went dry. I wanted to scream.

"It's a very long story. You just gotta trust me. Don't go to school. You're safer home," I begged her.

"Where are you?"

"I'm fine."

"That didn't answer my question. Are you at school? Is something wrong? Are you hurt? Are you okay?" She panicked.

I closed my eyes, gripping tightly to my phone.

"Erica, I'm fine," I reassured her. "For now."

I wanted to slap myself for saying the last part.

"For now?!" She screeched. "I'm calling the police station."

"No, no, no, no," I quickly told her. "Don't do that. Please, Erica."

I could just imagine her honey-brown eyes clouded with concern.

"If your in danger, I need to call someone," she told me.

"I'm fine. Promise me that you are not coming to the school or call someone. Erica, promise me."

I grew worry when she got quiet.

"I promise," she finally said in a quiet voice. "But you gotta promise me that you will be fine and okay. You gotta call me real soon so I know you are alive."

Gods, this girl.

"I promise," I promised her.

"Percy?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't do anything stupid."

Despite everything, she had this power over me that makes me smile in horrible situations.

"You know me. I'm the King of stupid."

I heard her give out a combination of a sniffle and a laugh. Why does this feel like I'm saying goodbye to her?

"Be safe."

I got sad when she ended the call but I quickly shook that away. She's fine and she is safe.

"That was Erica. She just told me she got a message from me to come to school right now," I explained to Scott and Stiles.

"Let me guess, you never sent her that message," Stiles said.

I grimly shook my head, telling Stiles that he was right. The three of us quickly sprinted towards Allison. Apparently, she was also here. While I was talking to Erica, Stiles called Allison and she confirmed it that she was inside the school building. Rushing towards the lobby, I quickly sighed in relief when I saw Allison perfectly fine and healthy.

"Thank the Gods," I muttered under my breath.

"Why did you come? what are you doing here?" Scott ran to Allison.

"Because you asked me to," she told him in confusion.

Stiles and I looked at each other in confusion. Derek broke Scott's phone. Scott couldn't have told Allison.

"I asked you to?" Scott repeated in confusion like the rest of us.

"Did you get a message to come here?" I asked her, walking towards her.

She nodded her head, taking out her phone and showing it to us. Scott, Stiles, and I looked at each other.

"Erica received the same message," I said.

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?" Allison asked Scott.

"Because I didn't," Scott told her.

"Did you drive here?" Stiles quickly asked her, trying to form a plan to escape.

"Jackson did," Allison told us.

I widen my eyes.

"Jackson's here, too?" Scott and I exclaimed together.

"And Lydia. What's going on?! Who sent this text?!"

On cue, Allison's phone started to ring.

"Where are you?" She answered her phone.

My head snapped to the side when I heard doors opening. I rubbed my face stressful as Jackson Whittemore and Lydia Martin walked towards us. Great, more lives are in danger.

"Finally," Lydia sighed. "Can we go now?"

We all stop when we heard loud noise coming from the ceiling. We all glanced at each other fearfully as the noise continues. I saw Allison grasping Scott's hand in fear as Stiles inched closer towards me. I stiffen when I felt a petite hand slipping through my hand, the other gripping on my jacket. I looked down and saw it was Lydia Martin and her Queen Bee look was gone. Scott, Stiles, and I looked at each other. It was the alpha.

"Run!" Scott and I shouted at everybody.

Pushing Stiles ahead of us, I gripped my hand tighter around Lydia's as I dragged her up the stairs. I didn't dare to look back as I heard something come crashing down from the ceiling. We sprinted down the hallway as the alpha started to chase behind us.

Jackass left his girlfriend behind and I was not about to leave Lydia behind. She may be a bitch but she was tolerable. I quickly pulled Lydia to my pace but with her high heels, she was slowing both of us down. I swear, once we survive this, I am taking her to the mall and buying her a pair of sneakers. To prove my point, Lydia tripped on her high heels. Luckily I still had her hand in mine.

Catching the blood red eyes of the alpha, I lifted Lydia up easily in my arms and quickly gave her to Jackson, who finally did something good as a boyfriend by coming back for Lydia. Lydia clutched onto Jackson as I pushed them in front of me. Just I was close to making it to the door, a sharp pain hit me right in the ankles. All of a sudden, I was in the air before I face planted on the tile floor. My vision went black for a second until I started to blink my eyes rapidly.

Finally being able to see, I looked up to see everybody looking at me in horror. That was the last thing I saw of them before I was roughly tugged away from my friends. I dug my fingers on the floor, most likely scraping a layer or two of skin. I heard my friends shouting my name over the sound of the alpha's growls.

Giving out a frustrated scream, I kicked it right on its snotty snout. Huge mistake. I only angered it even more. Giving me a deadly glare, he tightened his grip on my ankle before he launched my entire body to the trophy case. I quickly covered my head with my arms as my body made an impact on the glass, shattering it into millions of shards from the force. My ribs hit the shelves as metal trophies banged all over my body. Gravity pushed my right down to the pool of broken glass, some of it embedded on the palm of my hands, forearm, and my back.

I coughed as I wheezed air back to my lungs. Scrambling on my movements, I pushed myself on my palms, ignoring the blood. I was about to raise my head up when I stopped myself. I gritted my teeth as I could sense the alpha standing right in front of me. It's foul stench sucker punched me in the nose, holding back a gag. I suppressed a shiver as the alpha placed its ugly snout in my hair, taking in a huge whiff.

He continued to sniff me, pissing me off to the point where steam was coming off of my body. I curled my fist and faster than a heartbeat, I plunged a shard of glass deep in the alpha's neck. It gave out a painful yelp, quickly backing away from. It tried to slash me with its claws but I slid right between its legs before it could even touch me. Quickly doing a front roll, I jumped back on my feet and sprinted down a hallway. Leading the alpha away from my friends.

My converse pounded against the floor, pumping my arms by my side as I could hear the alpha chasing behind me. I could sense it jumping against lockers to catch up to me, growling in rage. Taking a sharp turn, I quickly slapped my leather cuff. Something metal spiraled until it stabilized into a full-blown shield on my arm. Slipping it out of my arm, I gave out a scream as I reeled my arm back, throwing my shield towards a water fountain using all my strength.

My shield cut the metal of the fountain like it was warm butter. I could already feel my energy increasing just seeing the water. My shield clattered to the ground as water sprouted out like Niagara Falls, flooding the floors. I slid baseball-style, slipping my shield back on my arm. The water soaked my clothes but I could already feel myself drying. I could feel the water crawling on my body, healing the cuts from my the glass. Changing my shield back into a bracelet, I looked up from my crouching position, shooting the alpha smirk who was just looking at me with recognization.

"Missed me?" I mocked. "You're in my territory now, bitch."

Before the alpha could attack me, I thrust my hands up, the pulling feeling in my gut appearing. The water rushed forwards under my command, hitting the alpha square in the chest. I sprang on my feet, sprinting towards the alpha. I kept on launching gallons of water towards the alpha, pushing him back. Hitting water in its eyes, I run up the wall beside me and pushed myself off of it, towards the alpha. I slapped my bracelet and smacked the alpha in the face with my shield. Landing back on my feet, I smacked my shield on its leg, hearing a satisfied Crack.

It crumbled to the ground, giving out a painful howl. I quickly raised my palm and willed the water to surround the alpha. Furrowing my eyebrows in concentration, I clenched my fist and the water instantly turned into a solid. The alpha struggled under the ice I just made, covering his entire body except its ugly, furry head.

"Stay, boy," I taunted him, turning my shield back to normal.

He growled at me, baring his teeth at me. Making sure he was trapped, I turned my back to him and started t find my friends. Barely walking a yard away from the alpha, I heard a loud crash behind me. I sighed in frustration at myself for underestimated its strength. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the alpha gone, crumbles of ice everywhere.

Cursing myself, I sprinted down the hallway to find my friends.

I would say that finding everybody was difficult but I would be lying. I could hear their footsteps a floor above me. And if I could hear them, so can the alpha. Bursting into flames, I appeared on the floor where everybody is at.

Placing my back flat against the wall and making sure to be hiding in the shadows, I watched as my friends race inside a classroom, locking it. Clenching my jaw, I saw the alpha slowly stalk towards the classroom that they were hiding in. Stuffing my hand in my pocket, I quickly whipped out Riptide.

Clicking on the pen, the three-foot long celestial bronze sword sprang into my hands, glowing faintly in the dark. I saw the alpha snap its head towards my hiding spot. Gripping tightly to my sword, I raised my arm ready like I was throwing a spear. Faster than the speed of light, I launched Riptide towards the alpha. I watched as Riptide soared through the air before stabbing it right on the shoulder. It stumbled back, shooting me a nasty growl. I just glared back it.

It was smart enough to not attack me and run away. But I know it wasn't done with us yet. Feeling a bit unprotected without the feeling of Riptide in my pocket, I quickly sprinted towards the classroom door. Turning the knob, I found it locked. I quickly knocked on the door, jiggling the door knob.

"Scott! Stiles! It's me, Percy!" I quickly said through the door. "Guys! Please open the door!"

I heard arguing and protests from the other side, probably from Jackson. The door swung open and some grabbed me by my jacket, pulling me inside the classroom. Someone wrapped their arms around my torso, their curly, long, brown hair hitting my face. Allison.

"Thank God you are okay," Allison whispered against my chest.

"Have faith in me, Katniss," I told her playfully as I looked around the classroom.

It was a Chemistry classroom, the smell of chemicals burning my nostrils. I looked everyone's faces. Lydia. Jackson. Stiles. Allison. Scott. They were all scared out of their minds.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you guys ugly faces," I said to Scott and Stiles, releasing the hug from Allison to give them a bro hug.

"How did you escape from Derek?" Jackson narrowed his eyes at me.

"What?" I said in confusion, looking at Scott and Stiles.

They held a heavy look on their faces.

"The psycho that is behind all of the murders," Jackson said through clenched teeth.

Scott and Stiles pleaded at me to go along with it through their eyes. I felt like I just swallowed a huge pill.

"I am more than pretty looks," I told them. "Landed a few punches, ran when I had the chance, and saw you guys running in here."

We all looked worn out. We need to find a way to get out of here and fast.

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked him.

"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap," Jackson told us.

Allison gave him a look.

"Five?" She snapped at him. "I barely fit in the back"

"I'll ride on the roof of the car if that's what it takes," I leaned on a table.

"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention," Stiles intervened.

"What about this?" Scott suggested, leading Stiles and I to the emergency fire exit to the roof. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."

"That's a good idea," I started.

"But it's a deadbolt," Stiles told Scott.

Scott gave us a defeated puppy-dog look before he brightened up with an idea.

"The janitor has a key."

"You mean the very dead janitor?" I asked him with raised eyebrows.

"The keys would be on his body," Stiles told him, not liking where this conversation is heading.

"I can get it," Scott sounded so convinced.

"Scott," I tried to talk him out of it.

It was a suicidal plan. The alpha wants him and now he wants to get out there with alpha lurking around.

"I can find him by scent, by blood," Scott stopped me.

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredible terrible idea," Stiles told Scott. "What else you got?"

"Scott, there's gotta be another way," I said to him.

I would break down the door or do something but that means exposing myself. I didn't care if Scott and Stiles found out but that also means Allison, Lydia, and Jackson would know about me too. And they are just mortals. The number one rule in the supernatural world is to never expose the supernatural to humans.

"I'm getting the key," Scott stated confidently, making up his mind.

I ran a hand through my hair as Scott walked past us. Luckily, Allison stopped Scott before he could reach the door. If anyone could change his mind, it's Allison Argent.

"Are you serious?" Allison whispered to him.

"Well, it's the best plan," Scott tried to sound convincing.

"No, it isn't," I said.

Scott shot me an annoyed look.

"It's the only plan we have," Scott argued. "Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here."

"You can't go out there unarmed," Allison was on the verge of tears. "Percy was lucky to even survive."

It was weird looking at Allison like this. She is always so calm, so confident with everything. Right now, she looked like she was about to lose herself. I rolled my eyes when Scott grabbed a teacher's pointer.

"What are you doing to do with that? Poke the al-Derek to death?" I cursed at myself for almost slipping up.

"Well, it's better than nothing," Scott defended himself from our looks that we gave him.

"There's gotta a be something else," Stiles said.

"There is," piped out a quiet, bell-like voice.

We all turned our heads to look at Lydia, who was staring at us wide eyes. She motioned her head towards the locked cabinet filled with chemicals.

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles questioned her.

Lydia shot Stiles her 'Bitch Face'.

"No," she told Stiles like he was stupid. "Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Self-igniting...," Stiles said very slowly.

"Molotov cocktail," she repeated herself.

I blinked my eyes at her.

"How do you know this?" I asked her astonished.

"I'm not just a pretty face," she use my words against me.

Everybody stared at her.

"What?" she snapped at us. "I read it somewhere."

"Where? WikiHow?"

Lydia rolled her eyes at me.

"We don't have a key for that either," Stiles sighed, pointing at the locked cabinet with the chemicals in it.

Rolling my neck, I quickly reeled my arm back and smashed my fist right through the glass of the cabinet. Everybody around me jumped from the volume of glass breaking, looking at me with wide eyes. I ignored the blood coating on my knuckles.

"Found it," I shrugged my shoulder like it was nothing.

I sat there, watching Lydia worked on making the fire bomb as Allison wrapped my knuckle with the first-aid kit that was in the Chemistry room. I didn't flinch when Allison spilled a lot of cleaning alcohol on my knuckle, fumbling with the bandage. Glancing down at her, I stared at her hands that were shaking.

"You okay?" I asked her softly.

She quickly glanced up at me before working back on my hand. "You just punched straight through a glass cabinet, almost got killed by a murderer and you are asking me if I am okay?"

"Are you okay?" I asked her again.

She gave out a shaky breath.

"Honestly, I am far from being okay," she stared into my eyes. "What are you guys not telling us?"

I sighed heavily. Of course, Allison would figure out something.

"Trust me, it is better if you don't know," I told Allison, placing my bandaged hand on my chest before walking towards Lydia.

It was amazing how Lydia was mixing up all these chemicals like she was doing this since she was a baby. She's like a child of Athena. Jackson, however, looked completely lost at everything. He looked at each bottle and it's like they were alien to him. Once she was done mixing it all up, she placed a cork on top of the fire bomb.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this," Allison cried out. "You cannot go out there."

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles to have to check his messages," Scott told her.

"You could die. Don't you get that?" I lowered my head down. "He's killed three people."

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something."

Scott walked towards the door but Allison stopped him. Allison glanced at all of us before her eyes settled on me.

"Percy," she pleaded at me. "Convince him. Convince him not to go. He'll listen to you."

I moved my jaw, looking at Scott and Allison.

"Scott has to go," I finally say. "But he's not going alone. I'm going with you."

"No."

"Yes," I walked up to Scott. "I am not letting you do this by yourself."

"You're going to get yourself killed," Scott whispered at me in anger.

"I don't care," I told him truthfully. "I am not about to just wait here and let one of my best friends risk their lives with a murder out there."

Scott grabbed my arm but I pushed it away. I stared into his eyes, not backing down. Scott shook his head.

"Fine," he spat out, giving in. "But you stay near me. When I tell you to run, you run."

He whispered the last part to me. I bristled when he order me around. I'm really not good at following other people's orders. I just nodded my head, already knowing I am not going to follow that order. Allison looked like she was fighting back a sob. She pulled Scott away and I backed off to give them some privacy.

I needed to do something real quick before I left with Scott. I quickly grabbed Lydia by her arm and dragged her a bit away from everybody else. She looked up at me with wide, scared olive-green eyes.

"Listen really close Lydia," I quickly told her. "I need you to do something for me in case things go really bad."

"What are you talking about?" She whispered at me.

I ignored her and handed her my phone. She looked even more confused as she turned my phone around in her hands.

"Why are you giving me your phone?"

"Listen, if Scott and I don't come back, I want you to call this number and explain everything to them."

"Why? Are they the police or something?" She asked me.

"Yeah. Kinda. Sort of," I shook my head. "Just call this number if things go to the worst."

"I-I," she stammered.

"Lydia," I told her firmly. "Trust me and please do this for me."

She looked at my face before pursing her lips, nodding her head. I sighed in relief and gave her a quick hug, a spur in the moment. Lydia hid my phone as we walked back to the group. I ignored the glare from Jackson as he wrapped an arm around Lydia and Stiles questioning gaze. I didn't ask Stiles or Scott to do this because they would get suspicious of me. Jackson, well I hate him and he hates me. And Allison, well, she's not stable enough. Lydia was my best option.

"Just... Just, please... Please don't go," Allison was crying by this point and it was painful to watch.

She was like a sister to me.

"Please don't leave us. Please." Allison begged him, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

Scott looked like he didn't wanted to go. He wanted to stay with Allison. He wanted to be with her. But he knows he has to go.

"Lock the door behind us," Scott told them as I waited for him at the door.

Allison did the last thing to convince him by pulling Scott into a passionate kiss. I looked to the ground as I felt a painful nostalgia. Annabeth I were just like that. She hated it when I always placed myself in front of others because that was my fatal flaw. During the Titan War at New York, she was furious when she realized I risked my life when I bathed in the River Styx. It still hurts to even think about her. She was my first love.

Scott forced himself to pull away from Allison before walking out of the classroom. I looked at all of them one last time before shutting the door behind me.

Scott and I have been walking down hallways for a couple of minutes. It was seriously creepy walking down the hallways, especially with super hearing cause you hear everything. I was carrying the fire bomb while Scott sniffed out the body of the janitor.

"What did you come with me?" Scott asked me, breaking the silence.

"Never leave a musketeer behind," I muttered to him, looking around for any sign of the alpha.

"As touching as that is, there more to that. You're risking your life, Percy. You're just human. You can't like I do," Scott lectured me.

I really wanted to laugh at the irony. I am far from being human.

"Yes there is," Scott pushed me on. "Unless you are committing suicide, why did you wanted to come along with me so badly?"

"Scott, just let it go," I urged Scott.

"No, tell me why," he demanded me.

"Scott."

"No, you said it yourself. I have to do something because I have the power to stop it. Not you."

"Scott," I tried to tell him to stop.

"Why are you risking your life?"

"You don't get it!" I finally exploded. "You won't understand."

I felt like I was back in Economics. I could my anger rising. But it wasn't just anger. It was the stress of everything. The weight of everything was hitting me.

Understand what?" Scott asked me cautiously.

I looked around angrily, hating for having to deal with this. I came here, hoping to get a chance of normal life but I can never get that. It's not fair.

"It's who I am," I whispered to him, looking him in the eyes. "I can't help it if I put others before myself. I can't help it if I am too loyal. I can't help it if I don't care about myself. I can't help it that I would risk my life in a heartbeat, not even thinking twice, for the people I love or even to a complete stranger. It's in my nature."

"Scott, you have a future. I don't."

"Is this about what coach said to you in class today?" Scott asked me.

That seemed like it was a long time ago.

"No but he is right," I told him truthfully. "I don't have a future. I don't know what I am going to do. I am 17 years old and I am stuck in sophomore year. My mother is dead and it's all my fault. My father hates my guts. He practically disowned me. I lost my entire friends. They fucking back-stabbed me in the back after everything we went through. Hell, my ex-girlfriend cheated on me with my own half-brother. I am in love with this girl which I am now realizing but I can't tell her that because I don't want her to get stuck in all of this. There is no hope for my future Scott. There's nothing there for me."

"But, you, you Scott, you have a future after high school. You are in the lacrosse team. You have a family. You still have your mom who is amazing. You are a good kid. You see the good in everything. You have an amazing girlfriend. You guys are in love. I don't have anything! I'll be damned to let you lose everything."

My chest was rising up and down from my speech. I let everything out. I thought I would feel better but it made everything worse. I feel even more empty as I realized I lost everything. I don't have anything anymore. Scott just stared at me, speechless.

"You don't have to say anything back. I don't want to hear your sympathy," I told him. "Let's just get the keys and get everyone out of here."

Scott slowly nodded his head and took the lead. we managed to made it all the way down back to the locker room. My face harden when we stopped in front of the fallen door, the window smeared with janitor's blood. Scott lifted his nose up in the air before turning it to the side. I quietly followed him to the school's gym.

Scott continued to sniff around the gym until he stopped under the bleachers. We looked skeptical under the bleachers. Scott looked at me and I gave him a nod. Taking in a deep breath, the two of us moved quietly under the bleachers.

As I ducked underneath a metal rod, I was praying right now for Stiles skinny body as I squished my way through. I could feel my breathing picking up from being in such tight space. I even started to sweat. Scott glanced at me with raised eyebrows, noticing my fidgeting movements.

"Claustrophobic," I quickly answered him as I pushed myself forward.

Scott nodded his head. We very slowly walked deeper through the bleachers.

"Scott, not questioning that beautiful nose of yours but are you sure the body is under here?" I strained out as I got my arm stuck.

"Positive," he sounded very sure of himself.

Sighing under my breath, we continued to search for the body. Suddenly, Scott stopped. Making my way to his side, I watched as Scott lifted his nose, sniffing. That's when I smelled it. The smell of fresh blood. Something wet hit me right in the cheek, causing me to jump from the cold touch. I looked at Scott and he stared at me in horror. Bringing my fingers to my cheek, I touched the wet substance. Glancing down, my eyes widen when I saw my fingers covered in blood. Scott and I slowly lifted our head up and stared at the lifeless eyes of the dead janitor.

"Found him," I breathed out as I roughly wiped the blood off of my face.

Scott slapped me on the shoulder, pointing towards the janitor's hips.

"Look, there's the key," he whispered to me.

Nodding my head, I handed the cocktail towards Scott.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked me.

"Getting the keys," I told him like it was obvious.

"But I'm the werewolf here."

"I'm taller," I smirked.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I grabbed a metal pole in front of me and started to climb my way up easily up towards the body. Sliding my hands towards the janitor, I let go of one hand and started to lean towards the set of keys. Just when my fingers brushed against the keys, I stopped when I heard the bleachers creaking. My eyes widen when I noticed the bleachers getting closer.

I quickly snatched the keys when I dropped to the ground, handing them to Scott as I grabbed the cocktail.

"C'mon!" I shouted at him as I pushed him forward.

I started to struggle as the space started to decrease by the second. The bleachers were closing in on us. We were sprinting as we got closer to getting out from under the bleachers. Scott managed to jump out, rolling on his feet. I was about to do the same thing when all of a sudden, I couldn't move my right leg. Glancing down, I saw that my shoe lace got tangled up on the metal thing of the bleachers.

"Percy!" Scott shouted at me in panic.

Screaming out in frustration, I quickly took off my converse and leaped forward. I managed not to be crushed to death but I couldn't say that I jumped out unharmed. Not preparing for the pain on my right leg, I gave a loud scream as I heard bone crunching. I dropped to the ground, my right leg getting crushed from the force of the bleachers closing. Through gritted teeth, I screamed even more as I could feel the bones on my shin shatter and move.

Scott quickly rushed towards me and he placed his hands between the gap that the bleachers trapped my leg. Squeezing my eyes tight, I felt Scott start to push the bleachers, trying to at least slip my leg out. Scott gave out a scream in frustration, using his werewolf strength. I watched as Scott eyes changed colors as his entire body started to shake. Slowly but surely, Scott managed to push enough space to let me slip my leg out.

I quickly scooted backward, muffling a scream as my official broken leg hit the ground with a Thud. Cradling the cocktail to my chest. I just laid there as I stared up at the ceiling. I didn't want to see how bad my leg was at right now.

"Oh my God," I heard Scott breathe out as he knelt next to me.

"I'm okay," I manage to say through the pain, sweat covering my body.

"Percy, you're leg," he gasped.

"We gotta move," I grunted as I pushed myself up on my elbows.

I gulped as I took sight of my leg. I didn't think it would be this bad. Just looking at it cause another flash of pain to hit my body. There was a bone sticking out from my shin. My bone is sticking out in the open air, crimson red blood pooling around us.

"Oh," I managed to say. "We can't slap a band-aid on that."

I started to get light headed as I started to lose blood. Scott placed his arms under my armpits, lifting me back up. I gave out a small cry of pain as I placed my weight on my broken leg. I was basically leaning on Scott as I had an arm over his shoulders. My head rolled to the side as the room started to spin.

"You're gonna be okay," Scott grunted as he carried my weight.

Of course, nothing was ever easy for us as we heard growling in front of us. There was the alpha, stalking towards us.

"Give me the cocktail," Scott whispered to me.

Seeing as I was in bad condition, I quickly handed the cocktail towards Scott, who was glaring heavily at the alpha.

"Come on," Scott taunted it. "Come get me."

The alpha gave out a loud growl before charging straight at us. I felt Scott tense before throwing the cocktail towards the alpha. We watched as the glass bottle breaks once it impacted on the alpha. Holding my breath, I waited for the alpha to burst into flames. Catch on fire. Possibly even a firework show. Nothing. The alpha just shook it off.

"Damn it," Scott and I said at the same time.

Scott turned us around to run away but the alpha grabbed us and threw us at the middle of the gym. I clutch my injured leg, feeling the bone twist and move through my muscles, breaking more of my skin. Turning to the side, I watched in horror as the alpha pinned Scott to the ground, placing an ugly claw on Scott's face. Scott started to breathe heavily, panicking. His eyes started to glow.

The alpha opened his mouth and gave out this big roar, that it shook the entire gym. Heck, the entire building was shaking from the volume. I slapped my hands over my ears, pretty sure that my ears were bleeding. When it finally stopped, it ran off, leaving Scott and I by ourselves.

We stared at each other in confusion. Why would the alpha just leave? I thought to myself. I quickly received my answer when Scott arched his back in pain.

"Scott! Scott!" I shouted at him.

He didn't hear me as he continued to wither in pain. I started to crawl towards him, ignoring the hot flash of pain on my leg. I pushed myself with my elbows, dragging myself towards him. Groaning in strain, Scott flipped on his stomach, clutching to his head. His screaming didn't stopped. I have to help him.

Suddenly, Scott stopped moving. He just went still.

"Scott?" I croaked out, my voice echoing across the gym.

I was waiting for that puppy-brown eyes, not the harsh amber-yellow eyes from Scott. I started to scoot backward when I realized Scott shifted into a werewolf. And he had this blood-lust gleam in his eyes. It was like when he was going through his first full moon.

"Scott, c'mon dude, it's me, Percy," I tried to bring him back as I crawled backward away from Scott.

He just snarled at me, flashing his sharp teeth at me. I quickly rolled away as Scott tried to slash me with his claws. I stared at the claw-mark on the gym floor that was meant for me. Scott has lost control.

"Scott, I'm not going to fight you," I told him.

He just growled at me. I rolled away again as he tried to slash me.

"Scott, you've gotta fight this," I tried. "Don't let the alpha turn you into the monster you fear."

Scott continued to ignore me as he continued to land a blow on me. I just keep rolling away from them.

"Scott!" I shouted at him. "I am not going to fight my brother!"

I saw no recognization in Scott eyes. I couldn't find a trace of Scott in them. He was thirsty for blood and I am just right in front of him. My back quickly hit the wall and I saw Scott raised his claws again. Raising an arm in front of me, I hissed when I felt his sharp claws slice across the skin of my forearm. I looked down at it in disbelief.

I gave out a choking sound as Scott wrapped a hand around my throat. I wheezed for air as Scott stopped my airway. Coughing and wheezing, Scott slowly lifted me up against the wall until my feet was dangling in the air.

My face started to turn red as I could feel veins popping out from my neck and face. I was afraid that Scott was going to snap my neck by how tightly he was gripping it. He bright his face closer to me, baring his teeth. I gasped for air as my eyes start to water from the lack of oxygen but my lungs wasn't receiving any of it.

"Scott," I wheezed out. "Don't. Let. It. Control. You."

When I was on the verge of passing out, the alpha itself appeared out of nowhere. It growled at Scott and he immediately let go of me. I fell face first to the ground, coughing violently as I badly breathed in fresh air. I looked up and saw Scott walking away, his shoulders hunched over and labor breathing.

"Scott!" I rasped out.

My voice was rough from the grip Scott had on my throat. I watched in defeat as Scott just left me alone with the alpha. I tried to get up but I quickly crumbled to the ground as my broken leg didn't allowed me to.

Not giving up, I started to crawl away from the alpha. But today is just not my day. It grabbed me by my jacket and tossed me like a rag doll towards a brick wall. The force of my body hitting the wall created cracks to form. I dropped to ground, my entire body aching.

The blood loss started to effect me as the corner of my vision started to go dark and blurry. Wheezing out a cough, dark red liquid splattered on the floor in front me. My chest hurts. It feels like I just swallowed a bottle of fire and it was spreading everywhere, hitting dead on my heart. I think I broke a couple of ribs.

The pain on my right leg slowed down into a numbing feeling. I don't know if that was a good or a bad sign. I glared up as the alpha walked towards me, spitting a mouthful of blood at it. He just growled in response, leveling his eyes towards mine.

"I swear to the Gods, you are going down," I rasped out. "I don't care what it takes but you won't hurt my friends anymore."

It gave out this weird sound, like it was laughing at me. That pissed me off.

"I am going to end you," I growled you. "You think you are powerful? I'm going to show you true power!"

I felt my eyes burst into blue fire orbs before I made my entire body burst into flames. I closed my eyes as I screamed out, pushing the fire out and stretching it towards the alpha. I didn't care if I burn down this gym. This alpha was going to pay for everything. I continue to scream as I let out all my power. The fire spread and it manage to touch the alpha.

The alpha quickly jumped away from it, looking at the fire and myself fearfully. I was like my own personal sun. I could feel the power seeping out of me. It felt amazing but it was quickly draining me. The alpha growled at me before it bolted away from me.

Snapping my eyes back open, I calmed down the flames. My eyes went back to normal as I sat in a black, soot crater. I felt like my bones were lead. My head feels like it was about to explode. I try to move but it was like my nerves stopped listening to my brain. I screamed at myself in the inside as my body dropped to the ground in exhaustion. My entire body started to shake as I started to crawl towards Scott. My breathing started to slow down as blood spurted out of my mouth.

"Scott," I coughed up more blood.

I fought. I tried. But I soon lost the battle. Before everything went dark, a lost thought rang in my head. I'm sorry Erica.

YES! I finally updated! It's been so long and I'm really sorry you guys. I previously had this ready to publish about a month ago when my little brother managed to get his hands on this chapter. When I came back, he deleted everything. I cried and I lost interest in this for a while. But one of my friends (you know who you are) kept begging me to update and here it is! My goal right now is to try and update at least once a week or maybe two. Depends how busy I'm going to be from school.

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