"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott said, frantically.
"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles yelled.
I sat behind them as I'd been sort of thrown in before them. My chest ached; I could feel panic setting in and my chest starting to hurt.
"Clara?" Scott said, in more of a question form.
"Clara? Scott, what's wrong with her?" Stiles repeated, in a tone I hadn't heard from him before.
"I don't know, maybe the fact that the Alpha has been after her for the past few months!" Scott yelled then looked at me. "Hey, you've gotta calm down, okay?"
Stiles took one hand off of the door and put it over top of one of mine and I instantly was overcome with a feeling of relief.
"She's good." Scott said to Stiles. "Her heart rate is back to normal."
Stiles' face went blank for a moment and he stood to look outside. He looked at Scott then at me; he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards Scott.
"No." Scott said.
"Yes." Stiles said and he let go of my hand, pushing me more so into Scott.
"Stiles Stilinski." I hissed.
"Don't move." He said, looking me in the eye then he slipped out the door.
"Stiles. Dammit. Scott, let me go." I demanded.
"No, you have to keep your heart rate at a certain level just like me. You can't go out there." Scott said, much more calmly than he looked.
Scott stood up, keeping a hand on my shoulder.
"Stiles! Come back!" Scott screamed. "Come back!"
"Scott, what's happening?" I asked.
Then Stiles rushed in and slammed the wire cutters on the door to keep it shut. I was zoned out; I felt my necklace slide down in to my dress and touch up against my skin. The cool metal hurt against my burning skin.
"Clara." Stiles said, shaking me.
"Yeah, I'm coming." I said.
I stood up and followed them through the halls, running wasn't hard for me but my dress wasn't exactly proper attire. I was keeping my eyes on the windows and ignoring what they were saying. Why was the Alpha here? Why did this necklace keep reappearing even though I didn't put it on this morning? We got in to a room and I sat on a desk while Scott and Stiles started to move another desk, they started arguing about what to do and then they stood by the window, deciding on if we should break it and run or not.
"Stiles, what's wrong with your Jeep?" Scott asked, which made me register back in.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." Stiles said.
"It's bent." Scott said.
"You mean dented?" Stiles asked.
"No, I mean bent." Scott said.
I got up and walked over to them and sure enough, the Jeep's hood was bent. Then there was a crash and glass shattering and I was jerked to the ground by Scott and Stiles. I opened my eyes to see not the Alpha but a car battery laying in front of us.
"That's my battery." Stiles said, about to get up.
Scott reached across me jerked Stiles back down.
"Don't." Scott said.
"We have to move." Stiles stated.
"He could be right outside." Scott said.
"He is right outside." Stiles hissed.
"Just let me take a look." Scott said, removing his hand from my arm and looking out the window.
"Anything?" I asked.
"No." Scott replied.
"Move now?" Stiles suggested.
"Move now." Scott agreed.
We started towards the hall way, we got out of the classroom.
"This way." Scott motioned.
"No, no, no. Somewhere with no windows." Stiles said.
"Every single room in this building has windows." Scott exclaimed.
"Or somewhere with less windows." Stiles responded.
"Locker rooms or library, there are only a few small windows." I said immediately.
They both glanced at each other for a moment.
"Come on, let's go." I demanded.
We walked briskly towards the locker room and when we entered, it didn't smell as bad as I assumed it would.
"Call your Dad." Scott said to Stiles.
"And tell him what?" Stiles demanded.
"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever." Scott pleaded. "If that thing sees that parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."
"Absolutely not." I said, crossing my arms.
"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my Dad?" Stiles asked.
"They have guns." Scott said, like it was such logical statement.
"Yeah and Derek had to be shot with a Wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, do you remember that?" Stiles asked.
"Then we… Then we have to." Scott started to say. "We have to find a way out and just run for it."
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Stiles said.
"What about Derek's car?" Scott asked.
"That could work." Stiles said.
"Yeah, right after you pull the keys off his dead body." I said.
"We do that then we take his car." Stiles said.
"And, we take him." Scott stated.
"Fine." Stiles said, throwing one of his hands against his side.
We walked towards the door, Stiles reached for the door handle when Scott grasped his wrist.
"What?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott.
"I think I heard something." Scott whispered.
"Like what?" Stiles said, his voice going high even though he was whispering.
"Shh, quiet." Scott demanded.
The noise was loud enough for me to hear now, they started to back away from the door and I took a step to the side.
"Hide." Scott commanded, sliding in to a locker next to him.
I tried to open one of the lockers but it wouldn't budge. Stiles opened it for me, shoved me in and then slammed it shut behind me.
"What are you doing?" I hissed.
"Shh." Stiles hissed back.
I narrowed my eyes at him while he got in his own locker.
"Ahhh!" Someone screamed, a locker door coming open.
I opened my locker and stepped out.
"Shh. Be quiet." Stiles said, trying to calm the janitor down.
"Quiet my ass!" The janitor yelled. "What are you trying to do, kill me? All of you, out."
"Just listen for half a second okay?" Stiles asked.
"Not okay. Get the hell out of here, right now!" The janitor exclaimed, shoving us out the door.
"Just give us a second to explain." Stiles said as we were out in the hallway.
"Just shut up and go." The janitor said.
Then the janitor was jerked back in to the room and the door slammed shut. A few seconds later, the janitor's screams echoed through my head. He was slammed against the door, blood smearing on it. I took a step back.
"Go." Stiles said, shoving Scott then jerking on my arm.
We ran towards a pair of double door. Scott and Stiles tried to open them but they only moved slightly.
"What the hell?" Scott asked, breathlessly then he poked his head out the door. "It's a dumpster."
"He pushed it in front of the door." Stiles said.
"To block us in." I added.
Stiles pushed against the door again, Scott grabbed him and spun him around. We started walking down a different hall way.
"I'm not dying here." Stiles said. "I'm not dying at school."
"We're not going to die." Scott exclaimed.
"What is he doing? What does he want?" Stiles asked, his voice faltering slightly.
"Me." Scott said. "Derek said he's stronger with a pack."
"Or me since he's practically been stalking me for the past few months." I said, groaning.
"Yeah, great." Stiles stated. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teens, that's… that's beautiful."
Scott stopped suddenly and looked out the window next to us. I followed his gaze and it was the Alpha who started running towards us. We all turned and started to run as fast as we could. The Alpha close behind. We ran down the hall and down some stairs. We ran to the basement and stopped at some lockers. We walked farther in.
"Okay, we have to do something." Stiles said.
"Like what?" Scott asked.
"I don't know." Stiles said. "Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it, something!"
We stopped for a moment. Stiles reached in his pocket.
"What are you-" Scott started to say.
"Sh, sh, sh." Stiles demanded.
He threw his keys in to the room next to us and then the Alpha came hurtling down the hall and in to the room. Stiles slammed the door shut and I shoved a desk in front of it.
"Didn't know you had that strength." Stiles joked, panting slightly.
"Didn't know you were so ballsy." I replied. "Okay, let's go. Now."
Scott climbed over the desk and then Stiles started to but then he stopped.
"Stiles." I hissed.
"I just wanna get a look at it." Stiles said, holding his hands up.
"Are you insane?" I demanded.
"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles said as if that would rationalize what he was doing.
"Stiles, get the hell over here." I stated, stomping my foot.
"Yeah, that's right. We got you." Stiles taunted.
"Stilinski!" I screeched.
"Will you shut up?" Scott hissed at him.
"I'm not scared of this thing." Stiles said.
The Alpha then slammed himself against the door causing Stiles to fall to the ground. I pulled him up by his sleeve.
"I'm not scared of you." Stiles yelled. "Cause you're in there and we're out here! You're not going-"
And, then the Alpha bust through the roof.
"Great." I said, letting out a deep breath.
Stiles backed in to me slightly and then we turned and started to run again. Scott stopped us after a few minutes.
"Wait. Do you guys hear that?" Scott asked.
"Hear what?" Stiles asked.
"It sounds like a phone ringing." Scott stated.
"Someone else is here?" I hissed.
"I know that ring. It's Allison's phone." Scott said.
"Allison's here?" I screeched.
I jerked my phone out of my pocket and called her.
"Clara?" Allison answered.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"In the school, looking for Scott. Why?" She asked.
"Where are you right now?" I asked.
"On the first floor." She said.
"Where exactly?" I asked.
"The pool. Clara, what's going on?" She asked.
"I'll explain soon. Get to the lobby." I said, hanging up. "She's here. Let's go."
We took off towards the lobby and we got there just as she did.
"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott asked, approaching her.
"Because you asked me to." Allison stated, looking confused.
"I asked you to?" Scott asked.
She held up her phone, showing us a text from Scott that said: "Meet me at the school. Urgent."
"Why do I get a feeling that you didn't send this message?" Allison asked.
"Because I didn't." Scott answered.
"Did you drive here?" Stiles asked.
"Jackson did." Allison replied.
"Jackson's here?" Stiles asked.
"And Lydia." Allison said. "What's going on?"
At the mention of Lydia being here, I felt like I was going to hurl. Scott looked at me as I put my hand against the wall next to me to steady myself. Allison's phone started to ring again when Lydia and Jackson walked in the lobby. Lydia noticed me immediately.
"Clara, what is it?" She asked, coming to my side then screeched at Stiles and Scott. "What did you idiots do? Don't you know about her heart?"
Then we heard something, the Alpha was on the floor above us. Stiles walked closer to me as the sound got louder.
"Run!" Scott yelled.
Stiles grabbed my hand and I tried to keep up with him. We ran and ran until we got to the lunch room. I collapsed on the floor next to the windows as Scott locked the door. Stiles kneeled next to me, grabbing my face with his hands.
"Clara, hey, you've gotta calm down." Stiles said.
"Lydia's here, you have to get her out of here." I said, my chest squeezing.
"I know, I know but if you can't keep up with us then we can't get out of here." Stiles said.
I took a deep breath and held it; I counted to ten and let it out. I stood up as did Stiles. I looked over to see everyone putting tables and chairs in front of the door. Stiles kept trying to get their attention because we were in a room full of windows. Everyone was ignoring Stiles so I put my fingers to my lips and whistled as loud as I could. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
"Okay, nice work everyone. Beautiful job now what should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?" Stiles asked, motioning to the windows next to us.
"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on?" Allison asked, her voice shaking. "Because I am freaking out here and I would really like to know why."
Scott walked away from all of us for a moment, rubbing his face.
"Somebody killed the janitor." Stiles announced.
"What?" Lydia asked.
"Yeah, the janitors dead." Stiles said.
"What's he talking about?" Allison asked.
"He's telling the truth, Allison." I said, still panting a little as I walked towards Lydia.
"Who killed him?" Jackson asked.
"No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion-" Lydia started to say.
"No, don't you get it?" Jackson asked, in a rather rude tone. "There wasn't a mountain lion."
"Who was it?" Allison demanded. "What does he want? Scott!"
"I don't know!" Scott replied. "I just- if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."
"Us?" Lydia demanded. "He's gonna kill us?"
"Who?" Allison asked, staring at Stiles. "Who is it?"
Stiles looked totally freaked out so I slid my hand into his and squeezed it.
"It's Derek." Scott said.
"Scott." I hissed at him.
"It's Derek Hale." Scott said.
"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson asked.
"Are you sure?" Allison asked.
"I saw him." Scott stated.
"The mountain li-" Lydia started to say.
"No! Derek killed them!" Scott yelled.
"All of them?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, starting with his own sister." Scott said.
"And, the bus driver?" Allison asked.
"And the guy in the video store! It's been Derek this whole time!" Scott exclaimed. "He's in here with us and if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us too!"
Everyone paused for a moment, taking in the situation.
"Call the cops." Jackson said.
"No." Stiles responded instantly.
"What do you mean no?" Jackson demanded.
"I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? No." Stiles said. "Look, Derek killed three people okay? We don't know what he's armed with."
"Your Dad is armed with the entire sheriff's department." Jackson said. "Call him!"
"I'm calling." Lydia said, pulling out her phone.
"Lydia." I said. "Don't you dare."
She put the phone up to her ear after looking at me with a painful look on her face.
"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped and we need you to-" Lydia said then removed the phone from her ear. "She hung-up on me. She said they got a tip warning them about prank calls having to do with the school. She said if I call again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."
"They won't trace a cell. They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Stiles stated.
"What is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Allison freaked out.
"Why's everyone looking at me?" Scott asked, when all eyes fell to him but mine.
"Is he the one who sent her the text?" Lydia asked.
"No. I mean, I don't know." Scott responded.
"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison asked.
"I don't know." Scott yelled.
"Alright, why don't we just back off the throttle there, yeah?" Stiles said, putting a hand on Scott's shoulder.
They started to back up and I began to follow but Stiles put out a hand to stop me and then leaned over to me.
"The less it looks like you know, the better. Don't move. Also, I don't want you killing Scott." Stiles whispered in my ear.
I pouted as I stayed next to Jackson and Lydia.
"Okay assheads!" Jackson yelled. "New plan, Stiles calls his useless Dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. We good with that?"
"Useless?" I screamed in his face before anyone else could even respond. "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm about to make you useless when I rip your arms off your body!"
There was a long period of silence, everyone scared and now shocked that I'd screamed and threatened Jackson.
"He's right." Scott said. "Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him."
"I'm not watching my Dad get eaten alive." I heard Stiles mutter.
"Alright, give me the phone." Jackson said, pushing me aside to grab Stiles shoulder.
"Jackson!" I screamed but before I could do anything further, Stiles turned and punched him in the jaw.
Allison went immediately to him to see if he was okay. Scott pushed Stiles away slightly. I got in front of Stiles and between the rest of them. I grabbed his hand, making sure his knuckles were okay. Stiles reached in his pocket and pulled his phone out.
"Stiles, don't call him." I pleaded.
Stiles looked at me for a minute then at everyone else and sighed; he held the phone up to his ear.
"Dad, hey, it's me and it's your voicemail. Look I need you to call me back now. Like, right now." Stiles started to say and then the doors began to shake. "We're at the school, Dad, we're at the school."
Everyone started to back up, away from the doors.
"The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell." Stiles said.
"Which only goes up!" Scott yelled.
"Up is better than here." Stiles replied.
We all started running towards the stairwell. We ran in to a room and tried to be quiet.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked.
"Five, if someone squeezes in someone's lap." Jackson said.
"Five?" Allison hissed. "I barely fit in the back."
"Clara and Lydia could sit on laps because they're small, we could fit." Jackson said.
"It doesn't matter, there's no way to get out without drawing attention." Stiles stated.
"What about this?" Scott asked, looking at the other door in the room. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in like, seconds."
"That's a deadbolt." I pointed out.
"The janitor has a key." Scott said. "I'm getting the key."
I sat down on the ground while Lydia made a Molotov cocktail to throw at "Derek". Allison and Scott argued slightly before Scott slipped out the door. My chest felt really tight even though my heart rate had slowed down. Stiles took a seat next to me after he locked the door.
"How's it going, Martin?" He asked.
"Well, it feels like I can't breathe and I'm not sure why. My heart rate isn't up." I said, pushing on my chest.
"I'm sorry, can I help?" Stiles asked, worry washing over his face.
"I'll live." I said.
"So, how is it that you could run so far that night we met?" Stiles asked, bouncing his knees.
"I pace myself, I don't just aimlessly run as fast as I possibly can. I'm fully aware of my heart and how it will affect me." I stated.
"Clara?" Lydia whimpered.
"I'm fine, Lydia." I smiled at her.
Her eyes lingered on me for a few more moments before she turned to Jackson.
"Stiles, hey, I'm sorry that you had to call your Dad." I said.
"It's fine." Stiles replied.
"It really isn't." I smiled at him.
"It's okay and thanks for yelling at Jackson like that over it." Stiles said, running a hand over his head.
"It's just that it could get more people hurt so there wasn't any point in calling." I said.
"It could have got my Dad hurt." Stiles sort of whispered.
I let his words just kind of sit there for a moment and then before I knew what I was doing, I just started talking.
"It's because of my Dad; well he was my step-dad. His name was Griffin Hilliard." I said.
I felt Stiles entire body tense up while I was talking. It wasn't a subject I willingly brought up.
"We don't have to talk about it." Stiles offered.
"It was really early on a weekend, probably about five or six in the morning. He was a forensic scientist, a crime scene technician. It was a call for a 187." I started in to my story.
"A murder." Stiles stated after a moment of silence.
"Yeah and my Dad, he worked the case for a few weeks and he finally got something, I think it was a sample of DNA and he found out who murdered them. Before they detained the man who committed the murder, he-" I started to say, my eyes were watery and my voice kept hitching. "The news released his name and the guy tracked him down. He killed him, killed my Dad."
I covered my face with my hands, taking deep breaths. I felt a hand on my knee. I jumped a little. I looked up at Stiles and instead of seeing the look of pity or small sympathy; I saw full and complete understanding on his face. The only other person I'd ever spoken to in detail about the death was Lydia and her mother but my mom did all the talking while I just sort of cried.
"My mom, she, uh, she got sick, like really sick." Stiles started to tell me, his cheeks already sort of splotchy. "At first we thought she just had come down with a bug, she'd never been very good at not getting sick when a bug went around. But, then she just kept getting worse. We took her to the hospital eventually but it was already too late to start treatments. She had some kind of dementia. But, they gave her six months to live. Most of that time, she stayed in the hospital. She always acted like nothing had changed though, like nothing was wrong. I'd come over after school, she'd help me with homework and let me complain about stuff. She always acted like everything was fine."
He stopped for a moment and took a breath; he gripped my knee as if he was making sure I was still there.
"Then just like the doctor's said after those months… she…" Stiles said but stopped, like even after the past six years he still couldn't bring himself to said it.
I put a hand under his and squeezed it. Our conversation was brought to an abrupt stop when a loud howl vibrated everything. Jackson fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Stiles and I stood up, walking to them. I helped pull Jackson back up the standing position.
"Jackson, are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Jackson replied.
"That didn't sound fine." Allison said.
"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles asked.
"Nothing, mind your own business." Jackson huffed.
"Scott should be back by now." Allison said.
Then we heard a loud click and turned towards the door, I was expecting to see large red eyes but instead I saw the silhouette of a person.
"Scott!" Allison called.
"Where is he going?" Lydia asked.
"Scott! Scott!" Allison said, jerking the door handle violently. "Scott!"
"Stop!" Lydia screeched. "Stop! Do you hear that?"
We were all silent and then I heard the sound of sirens. We all ran to the window to see the police arrive. Stiles phone started to ring. He turned away from us then a few moments later, turned back.
"They're sending people up here now to get us out." Stiles said.
I let out a sigh of relief. A few minutes later, people were upstairs and breaking open the door. Stiles talked to his Dad about my heart problem plus the EMT who was there knew my mother and so I got to sit on the back of an ambulance while I did a ton of tests to make sure I was okay. Stiles walked up to me.
"You gonna get a ride home from Lydia and Jackson?" Stiles asked.
"I'd prefer not to, to be honest." I let out a dry laugh.
"I can see if my Dad will take you home?" Stiles offered.
"That's fine. I'll just get a ride home with Lydia. I don't want to be troublesome." I said.
"Yeah, okay." He said, quietly. "So, crazy night."
"Yeah." I laughed. "Pretty crazy but hey, we aren't dead."
We both laughed softly for a moment.
"Stiles, hey, it's been a long time since I, uh, since I talked to anyone about that stuff." I said, my voice getting lower as my sentence went on.
"Yeah, me too." Stiles replied.
"Well, I guess I should get over there before Jackson starts crying about how I'm taking so long." I joked.
"Probably." Stiles laughed. "Hey, text me when you're home, okay?"
"Will do." I smiled at him, hopping down off the ambulance. "I'm glad we're okay, Stilinski."
"Me too." He smiled at me before he walked off towards his Dad.
I walked off towards Jackson and Lydia. He dropped us off and I went up to my room. I checked my phone which had about ten missed calls from my mom, asking where I was now and if I was okay after the incident and to make sure to get some sleep. I smiled and threw on some pajamas. I curled up in bed but not before texting Stiles, like I'd promised.
I typed out: "Hey, I just got in. Texting you as promised. I'm glad that if I talked to anyone about that stuff that it was you. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow. "
I rolled over and even though it'd been a hectic night, I didn't have any nightmares.