A/N: Hi guys! A little over three months until season 3 starts! For now, please review and comment; I really want to know what you guys think!
Alyssia: I'm sorry the story is getting boring for you, but I should let you know that Neris' love life isn't the main focus for the first half of the story. Yes, there will be flirting, but in the first chapter it's stated that Neris doesn't want to date because of what she is. That'll change, obviously, but it'll take a while.
"Lock it, lock it!" Scott shouted as they held the doors closed.
"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles retorted.
"Sarcasm is really not appropriate right now, Stiles!" Neris snapped.
"Just grab something!" Scott shouted.
"Like what?" Stiles questioned frantically.
"I don't know anything!"
Suddenly, Stiles stood up, gazing at something through the small window. Scott and Neris followed, wondering what he was looking for.
"Stiles, don't you dare," Neris breathed anxiously.
"No," Scott pleased.
"Yes," Stiles pressed the large yellow flashlight into Scott's arms.
"Stiles, no, don't!"
Stiles opened the door, squirming out the narrow opening and shutting it behind him. He checked his surroundings before he darted to the bolt cutters. The Alpha crept out from behind Derek's car, causing Neris to suck in her breath.
"Oh my god," she whined nervously.
Scott saw what got her attention and banged furiously on the window. "Run! Run! Stiles!"
Stiles turned around slowly and was momentarily frozen in fear. As soon as the Alpha began running, Stiles scrambled to his feet and ran back towards the door, flinging it open and quickly slamming the bolt cutters on the handles, wedging them in place. They braced themselves for a struggle, and when none came they checked the outside for any sign of the Alpha.
Exhausted, Neris rested her forehead against the cool metal. "I swear to god, Stiles. If you ever do something that stupid again, I'm going to kill you myself."
"Duly noted." He breathed, the adrenaline still coursing through him.
"Where is it?" Scott asked, searching for the Alpha through the small window. "Where'd it go?"
Stiles shined the flashlight out of the window, but there was no sign of the Alpha.
"That won't hold will it?" Scott asked as they backed away from the door.
"Probably not," Stiles replied.
The trio turned around, staring into the bleak darkness of the school hallway. A loud howl boomed through the building, and the trio set off for the first available classroom. The boys went around the desk and began to move it to block the door, but as it squeaked loudly against the floor, Neris held up her hands.
"No, no, stop!" She shushed loudly. "It'll hear that!"
"That's door's not gonna keep it out anyway," Stiles lamented.
"I know," Scott replied.
"It's your boss," Stiles continued.
"What?"
"Deaton. The Alpha. Your boss."
"No!" Scott and Neris denied in unison.
"Yes!" Stiles fired back. "Murdering psycho werewolf."
"It can't be!" Scott replied.
"It isn't him!" Neris added.
"Oh come on!" Stiles countered, "He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?"
"It's not him," Scott repeated.
"He killed Derek."
"Derek's not dead; he can't be dead."
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."
"Okay! Just – what do we do?"
Stiles breathed heavily, "Get to my Jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your jobs. Good?"
The trio moved towards the window, and Scott began to attempt to open one.
"They don't open," Stiles told him. "The school's climate controlled."
"Well that's a safety hazard waiting to happen," Neris muttered.
"Then we break it," Scott suggested.
"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles rebutted.
"Then, we run really fast." Scott sighed. "Really fast."
"Stiles, what's wrong with your car?" Neris asked, her voice hitched, as she looked at the mangled hood of Stiles' jeep.
"What do you mean, nothing's wrong," Stiles replied nervously.
"You hood is bent," Scott finished.
Stiles leaned forward to get a better look. "What, dented?"
"No, I meant bent."
"What the hell?"
Something crashed through the window beside them, sending them down to the floor, ducking for protection. Stiles shined the flashlight beam across the room to see his car battery sitting there, surrounded by shards of glass.
"We're so dead," Neris moaned.
"That's my battery," Stiles exclaimed angrily, starting to get up only to be grabbed by Scott and forced back down.
"Don't." Scott warned.
"We have to move" Stiles said.
"He could be right outside?" Scott asked nervously.
"He is right outside," Stiles said.
"He just frickin' threw a car battery through the window." Neris gestured wildly to the car part across the room.
"Yeah, my car battery."
"Just let me take a look," Scott said, raising himself slightly and peeking through the window.
"Anything?" Stiles whispered.
Scott shook his head, "No."
"Move now?" Neris asked hopefully.
"Move now," Scott accepted.
The trio stood up slowly and walked out of the classroom. As they walked out, they were suddenly at a crossroads.
"This way," Scott said, moving down the right.
"No," Stiles stopped him. "Somewhere without windows."
"It's a school, there are windows everywhere." Neris responded.
"Somewhere with then less windows," he corrected.
"The locker room" Scott suggested. Stiles and Neris agreed and they ran quickly towards the locker room.
"Call your dad," Scott directed Stiles as they walked in.
"And tell him what?" Stiles asked.
"That a psycho murderer has us trapped in here?" Neris suggested bitingly.
"Yeah, and when that doesn't work?"
"Just tell him anything!" Scott told him. "Say there's a gas leak or a fire. Whatever! If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars it'll take off."
"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight? Including my dad."
"Well, they have guns." Scott pointed out.
"Yeah, well Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to slow him down, you remember that?"
"Then we have to find a way out and just run for it."
"But there's nothing near the school for at least a mile."
"What about Derek's car?" Neris suggested.
"That could work," Stiles remarked. "We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."
"And him," Scott added.
"I'm not sharing the backseat with a corpse." Neris replied.
"Fine, whatever, we'll put him in the trunk." Stiles muttered.
They began to walk back towards the door, Stiles' head reaching for the door handle, when Scott's hand shot out and stopped him.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"I think I heard something," Scott whispered.
"What?!" Stiles whispered, panicked.
"Quiet," Scott shushed him.
The sound became audible for Neris, and she was sure Stiles was able to hear it too. Quickly, they backed away from the door. Scott grabbed at the flashlight and turned it off, not wanting anything else to attract whoever was on the other side of the door.
"Hide," He whispered.
Stiles immediately jumped into one of the lockers, Scott doing the same. Neris hesitated nervously, not wanting to be surrounded by boy funk, but decided it was a better fate than death. She shut the locker door just as she heard the locker room door open. Trying very hard not to freak out, she pressed a hand against her mouth to quiet her breathing. The guys started screaming and she jumped at the shock, almost falling out of the locker. When she saw it was only the janitor, she let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Son of a bitch! What the hell; are you guys trying to kill me? All of you get out now," he demanded.
"Donnie, just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles pleaded.
"Not okay! Get the hell out of here right now," he repeated, pushing them out of the locker room.
"Just one second to explain." Stiles begged.
"Just shut up, and go," he replied right as he was pulled through the doorframe, the door slamming behind him.
He was thrown against the door, blood splattered across the clouded window and was pulled back again before being sent crashing against the door again, screaming. Scott frantically tried to open the door but Stiles and Neris grabbed him and dragged him down the hall.
Neris heard a crash behind her and she looked back as she ran. The locker room door had been smashed down, the janitor's body sprawled on top of it. A second later he was dragged back in by the unseen attacker.
"Oh my god," she moaned fearfully, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
The guys ran into the double door, expecting them to open, and the sudden stop sent Neris crashing into Scott's back. Scott poked his head through the small gap before drawing it back in.
"There's a dumpster," he informed them, confused.
"He pushed it in front of the door, to lock us in." Stiles said in realization, and began slamming himself at the door to force it open.
"Stiles, stop! We'll just find another way!" Neris exclaimed as she pulled him away.
They began walking another way, trying to find a different escape route.
"I'm not dying here, I'm not dying at school!" Stiles exclaimed.
"You're not gonna die," Scott reassured him.
"God, what is he doing? What does he want?"
"Me! Derek said it's stronger with a pack."
"Oh great, a psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's – that's beautiful." Stiles said sarcastically.
Scott stopped his friends, and they stared through the window. Neris' heart leapt into her throat as she the Alpha was on the roof opposite them. As soon as it caught their gaze, it took off running towards them.
"Run!" Neris shouted.
They wasted no time as they propelled themselves back the way they had come. Something smashed through the window behind them, but Neris refused to turn around, too scared to see what it was. They pushed through the doors on their right and reached the staircase. Going as quickly as they could down the stairs, they crashed through another set of doors and ended up behind a row of rusty, disused lockers.
"I can't run anymore," Neris panted. "My legs are gonna fall off."
Growling came from behind them, and Stiles pressed his hand over Neris' mouth, stifling her heavy breathing. Scott peeked around the corner, and quickly pressed his back against the lockers. He looked over to his friends and softly whispered, "Go."
Stiles grabbed Neris' arm and dragged her along, propelling her to move faster. They made to go through another set of doors, but a sharp roar stopped them.
"Okay, we have to do something," Stiles advised.
"Like what?" Scott asked nervously.
"I don't know kill it, hurt it, do some mental anguish on it, something."
They jumped as they heard glass smash in a room near them.
"Well, it's high school," Neris said, walking backwards and away from the doors. "Give me five minutes and I can seriously undermine his self-confidence."
They were frozen, totally clueless as to where they should go. Another loud roar echoed through the floor. Stiles tried as silently as he could to pull out his keys.
"What are you doing?" Scott hissed, the growling growing louder.
Stiles threw his keys into the room next to them before pushing his friends back to hide. The Alpha ran into the room, and Stiles bolted forward and slammed the door shut.
"Help me with the desk," He asked hurriedly.
Scott and Neris grabbed the desk and pushed it towards the door, Stiles assisting them as they wedged the door shut. They jumped back as the Alpha tried smashing through the door, but they had positioned it so the desk would hit a supportive column, barricading him inside. Out of sheer relief, the trio allowed themselves to smile.
"Come on, get across. Come on," Neris waved Scott over.
After a moment to amp himself up, he easily jumped over to join his friends. Stiles began to lean in close to the window.
Scott slapped him, startling him, "What are you doing?"
"I just want to get a look at him," Stiles defended.
"Are you crazy?"
"Please tell me you're joking," Neris pleaded.
"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles reassured them "It's not gonna get out."
Both Scott and Neris were shaking their heads, but Stiles went ahead and crept towards the door. He got on top of the desk and kneeled on top of it, peering through the small window.
"Yeah, that's right, we got you," Stiles taunted.
"Stiles, shut up!" Scott hissed frantically.
"No, I'm not scared of this thing."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the Alpha slammed his fists – paws – against the door. Startled, Stiles fell off the table before jumping back to his feet.
"I'm not scared of you, alright. 'Cause you're in there and were out here," he spoke at the door. "And you're not going anywhere."
A loud crashing noise drowned the last words Stiles spoke, and then silence. Stiles directed the flashlight beam at the ceiling, and they saw the depression where a massive weight had been, and heard the creaking of the ceiling tiles. As they started to break apart, the three took off running in the opposite direction. Just when Neris thought she couldn't run anymore, Scott stopped them.
"Wait, do you hear that?" He asked.
"Hear what?" Stiles returned.
"It sounds like a phone ringing."
"What?"
"I know that ring. It's Allison's phone."
Neris groaned, "This is getting worse and worse."
"Stiles, gimme your phone," Scott held his hand out expectantly. As soon as he got it, he swiftly dialed Allison's number and held the phone to his ear. "No, it's me." He said after she had answered. "Where are you?" He paused as she answered. "Where are you right now?" Another pause. "Where? Where are you exactly?" Pause. "Get to the lobby, go now!"
Scott hung up the phone, turning to his friends.
"Let me guess, the lobby?" Neris asked.
Scott nodded and they took off running. Allison was waiting for them when they finally reached it.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked, panting. "Why did you come?"
"Because you asked me to," she replied.
"I asked you to?"
She pulled out her phone and showed him a text he had apparently sent. When she saw his expression, she became nervous. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?"
"Because I didn't," he replied
"Alright, did you drive here?" Stiles asked hopefully
"Jackson did," she corrected.
"Jackson's here?" Scott began, but Allison cut him off.
"And Lydia. What's going on? Who sent this text?" No one could answer as her phone began to ring again. "Where are you?" she asked as she answered it.
The door behind us slammed opened and Jackson and Lydia walked through. "Finally, can we go now?" Lydia asked.
The ceiling started to creak again and all eyes darted upward.
"Oh god, not again," Neris whimpered.
"Run!" Scott commanded.