A/N: I missed you guys! Did you guys miss me? :3 AP Testing is FINALLY over, and... oh my God. I just got out of my AP Stats exam about half an hour ago... it wasn't as hard as I expected it to be, but I'm still brain dead, so do excuse any mistakes I didn't catch. On a sidenote, OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING. THIS STORY IS ALMOST AT 100 REVIEWS. *squee*
Also, it's my favorite guy's 21st birthday today~ ;D Happy Birthday, Yamada Ryosuke~ Also, if you didn't know, Stephen Amell's 33rd birthday was yesterday. :3


WEDNESDAY
FEBRUARY 2, 2011

"Oh my God…" I gasped, my whole body shaking furiously. "D-Derek…" It was getting harder to breathe.

"Sindy," Stiles said. "Sindy! Sindy, listen to me!" I gasped, a hand going to my throat to help me breathe. "Sindy! Can you hear me?" I nodded, my eyes blurry. "Listen to me: Breathe in… Breathe out… Breathe in… Breathe out…" I did as he said, and I felt the constricting grip around my larynx slowly dissipate.

"We need to lock this!" Scott exclaimed, snapping me out of my daze. I turned my head towards him, and wiped away at the moisture that was around my eyes.

"What? You think I have a key?" Stiles snapped at his best friend.

"Grab something!"

"What?!"

"Anything!"

Realization popped into my brother's head as he perked up, suddenly peering outside the window of the door. Scott peered out the window, but I just pulled back, stepping away from the door.

Derek was dead…

Oh my God…

"Stiles, no!" I heard Scott protest, and looked up. My eyes widened in shock when I saw Stiles slip between the doors.

I ran to the door, going to open it, but Scott pulled me back. "Scott, let me go!" I protested, pushing against his arms.

"Wait!" Scott exclaimed. "Just calm down, Sindy! You're not thinking properly!"

"You don't need to tell me that!" I snapped, shrugging his grip off me. "Derek's dead, Scott! And now Stiles is out there!" Even though I was yelling at him, something caught the young werewolf's attention, as his grip loosened slightly.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, until he yelled, "Run, Stiles!"

I pulled open the door, just in time for Stiles to enter. He slammed the bolt cutter against the door handles and we all peered outside the window to look for the Alpha.

"That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked after a couple of seconds.

"Probably not," Stiles and I chorused. The three of us backed away from the door, looking at our surroundings.

There was a howl in the distance, and the three of us took off running down the hallways. We ran into the closest room and I closed the door while the guys headed to the teacher's desk.

"Wait, wait, wait," Stiles protested. "Stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Scott replied, going to push the desk again.

"It's your boss," I said, pressing my back against the door, even though it wouldn't do much.

"What?"

"Deaton, the Alpha?" Stiles replied. "Your boss."

"No!" Scott protested, shaking his head.

"Yes!" Stiles and I exclaimed. My God he had a stubborn, hard head.

"Murdering, psycho-werewolf!" Stiles added just for kicks.

"That can't be!"

"Oh, come on!" Stiles snapped. "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 shook his head.

"He killed Derek, Scott," I snapped.

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

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay?" Stiles said. "That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury." My eyes flashed back to Derek being held above us, black blood spraying out of his mouth. I shut my eyes. "He's dead, and we're next."

"Okay!" Scott accepted. "Just… what do we do?"

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, and you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Stiles listed. We all ran to the window, hoping to see the Alpha still nod there.

Scott went to open the door, but I stopped him. "They don't open," I said. "The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott suggested. I wanted to slap his head.

"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles pointed out.

"Then… uh… then we run really fast. Really fast," Scott said, scanning the world outside the window. "… Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"

"What do mean? Nothing's wrong," Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, confused. I looked for his jeep, and squinted, unable to see anything wrong with it.

"It's bent," Scott pointed out.

"What, like, dented?" I asked. I seriously didn't see anything. I squinted.

"No, I mean bent."

I squinted harder, and finally saw it. "What the hell–" Stiles started, but was cut off by the glass shattering. He pushed me down, shielding me from the flying glass as something landed with a heavy thud in the classroom.

Stiles shone his flashlight to the object, revealing it full of scratch marks. "That's my battery…" he realized. He went to make a move, but Scott pushed him down.

"Don't," he whispered harshly.

"We have to move."

"He could be right outside."

"He is right outside," I hissed lowly.

"Just let me take a look," Scott said. He reached up, peering out the window. It felt like we were breathing really heavily.

"See anything?" Stiles urged.

"No," Scott shook his head.

"Move now?" Stiles asked.

"Move now," Scott confirmed. As quickly as we could, we scrambled out of the classroom, stepping over the shards of broken glass. We stepped into the hallway, and tried to figure out which way to go. "This way," Scott started, but was stopped by Stiles. "What?"

"Somewhere without windows," Stiles said. I nodded in agreement. Without windows, there would be less of a chance for the Alpha to get us.

"Every single room in this building has windows," Scott retorted.

"Somewhere with less windows," I edited.

"The locker room," Scott suggested. We nodded in agreement and Stiles grabbed my hand before we briskly walked off. My hand gripped Stiles's tightly, and Stiles squeezed back reassuringly, but still kept his eyes focused ahead.

We scrambled into the room, and shut the door behind us.

"Call your dad," Scott whispered to us.

"And tell him what?" Stiles retorted, shining the flashlight with his other hand.

"I don't know," Scott exasperatedly sighed. "Anything. Gas leak, fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off?"

I frowned. "What makes you so sure it'll do that?" Scott glowered at me, asking me silently why I had to challenge him. Well, duh, Scott always thought about short-term things, never long-term.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed. "What if it decides to go completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including our dad?"

"They have guns!"

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

"Can we not talk about Derek getting hurt?" I asked, my stomach churning painfully. "It's making me nauseous."

My question was, of course, ignored. "We have to find a way out and just run for it, then," Scott declared.

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile."

"What about Derek's car?"

"That could work," my brother agreed. "We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."

"And him," I insisted. "We take his… we take him, too." I refused to believe he was dead.

Stiles looked down at me, giving me a "Really?" look on his face. I squeezed his hand tightly enough to make him wince. "Okay, okay, fine. Whatever."

We walked around the locker room, trying to find a way to escape. I reached for the doorknob, but Scott quickly wrapped his hand around my wrist tightly.

"What?" I whispered to him urgently. Scott's face was focused, but his eyes were off in a distance.

"I think I heard something."

"Like what?" Stiles urged.

"Shh!" Scott hushed before looking at the blurry glass. We slowly backed away. "Hide!" he ordered.

I bit my lip painfully to keep from crying out when Stiles suddenly tugged at me, opening a locker and throwing me inside it. I heard Stiles enter another one and then Scott climbed into an empty one as well.

The door opened slowly and I held my breath, my muscles tensing like crazy. I saw a figure moving towards the locker Scott climbed into, and then a scream.

Without even thinking, I threw myself out the locker, and Stiles tried to hush the janitor that was there.

"Quiet!" we warned.

"Quiet, my ass!" he yelled loudly. "What the hell were you trying to do? Kill me?! The three of you, get out!"

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?!" my brother whisper-yelled impatiently.

"Not okay!" the janitor insisted. "Get the hell out of here, right now."

"God, just one second to explain," Stiles insisted as we were ushered out of the room.

"Just shut up and go-"

I jumped in shock when the janitor was suddenly pulled back inside the locker room, the door slamming shut. I saw his silhouette from behind the blurry glass and blood smeared all over it as he screamed in pain.

Shaking myself out of the daze, I went to grab Scott, who wanted to go inside the room. Stiles and I pulled Scott away from the door, knowing the janitor was a lost cause, and took off, just as I heard a heavy thud from the locker room.

We ran through the hallways, with me just a little bit ahead of the boys because of my speed. I wasn't on the varsity cross country team for no reason.

I all but threw myself at the doors, quickly joined by Stiles and Scott, but we were met with resistance. "What the hell-?" I asked, pushing against the door.

Scott poked his head out from the small crack we made and reported, "It's a dumpster."

"He pushed it in front of the door to block us in," Stiles told us. He pounded against the door roughly, causing the bangs to echo through the empty hallways. "Come on, help me."

I fell back, landing on the cold ground. "We're gonna die here…" I mumbled. "We're gonna die."

"Stop!" Scott growled, pulling Stiles away.

"Look, Sindy's right, okay?!" Stiles exclaimed. "If we don't get out of here, we're gonna die here. I'm not dying here, Scott! I'm not dying at school."

"We're not gonna die," Scott refuted. He looked down at me and hoisted me up easily, "Sindy, Sindy, look at me."

I shook my head, refusing to meet his gaze. Derek… Derek was dead. I didn't want to believe it, but it was true. The stain on my shirt was proof of it. It was already drying, and I placed a hand over it.

I could feel the cold, slightly wet feeling against the soft cotton of my shirt, and clenched it tightly, feeling the wetness spread onto my palm.

"Derek…" I choked out.

"… He's gone, Sindy," Scott said solemnly. "I'm sorry."

That wasn't making things better for me.

"Sindy, you've got to listen to me," Scott said, taking my face in his hands. He angled my head up so I could look at him. I averted my eyes, but he just followed them. "But he wouldn't want you to die, okay? So we need to focus on getting out of here alive, okay?"

I nodded mutely, and Scott gave me a weak smile. He took my hand in his and he said, "C'mon," angling his head to the side.

Stiles took my other hand and we walked off, heading down the hallways to find another exit.

"What's he doing, anyway?" Stiles asked. "What does he want?"

"Me," Scott told us firmly. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

"Oh, great," Stiles rolled his eyes. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's – that's beautiful."

"Your sarcastic comments are always appreciated," I commented dryly, sniffling a bit to get rid of the snot that had built up. Stiles tossed me a small grin, but then we were abruptly stopped by Scott.

I turned my head to look at him, but he was focused on something outside the window. I couldn't see clearly at first, but then something huge started moving, and moving fast, and I realized it was the Alpha.

"Oh shit," I muttered. I let go of the guys' hands as they released mine, and we moved our arms as we sprinted down the hallway.

I was, of course, the fastest out of all of us, but I moved so fast that I almost slipped and ran into a wall turning to open the door to the stairs. I threw my body against the door, gripping it tightly so I didn't slip.

Scott pulled me up and we rushed through the door, running down quickly and then opening the door to another floor. It was a damn good thing I decided to wear shoes and not boots today.

My heart pounded in my chest as I ran as fast as my legs would take me, slamming my body against the doors so they'd swing open for me to run through.

Every now and then, I'd crash into a locked door, but the adrenaline kept me moving and just told me to keep running, no matter how much it hurt to.

I found myself in a hallway of old, rusty, lockers, and Scott and Stiles joined me in hiding behind a row of them. Scott, who was closest to the edge, peered out, and I could hear the low growl of the Alpha.

I winced, trying to calm my heartbeat, but it was no use. The adrenaline was beating so much.

"Go," Scott mouthed to us inaudibly. I took off, with Stiles right behind me, and Scott pulling up at the rear. We rushed out of the room, and found ourselves in a hallway.

"Alright, we have to do something," Stiles declared.

"Like what?" Scott and I snapped at him.

"I don't know," Stiles threw back. "Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something." I heard crashing, and winced.

Stiles spotted something and followed his gaze. I then heard some light clinking and saw his free hand in his jacket pocket. Immediately, I realized what he was going to do.

Scott, not having the "twin sense" I had, asked what my brother was going to do. Stiles hushed our best friend, and threw the keys in the empty room before pushing us aside.

The Alpha came rushing out the room we were once in, and into the small room Stiles and I were looking into.

Stiles and I slammed our bodies onto the door and Stiles hollered, "The desk! Come on, the desk!" The three of us moved the desk, effectively blocking the Alpha inside the confined room.

The Alpha let out an angry roar, making us jump, but when we realized he couldn't escape, we gave each other relieved smiles. I collapsed over the desk, breathing heavily.

The desk jolted roughly when the door was behind pounded on, and I jumped up quickly. Right. Still trapped in school. Rest later.

"Get across, come on!" Stiles urged Scott. The werewolf climbed over the large desk, and he and I scanned the place to find a way out.

When I noticed movement in my peripheral vision, I smacked Stiles in the stomach while Scott nudged the boy's shoulder. "What are you doing?!" we demanded.

"I just wanna get a look at it!"

"Are you crazy?!" Scott and I exclaimed. Wow. We could be twins, too. Actually… that's not something to be proud of. I love Scott and all, but he was as exasperating as my brother sometimes… actually, even more sometimes because of this werewolf-angst.

"Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out." He moved to climb onto the desk to peer into the room. Hey, I didn't say my brother wasn't exasperating. He looked at the door and taunted, "Yeah, that's right. We got you-!"

"Will you shut up?" I snapped. My brother, ladies and gentlemen.

"Look, I'm not scared of this thing," Stiles told me. I saw the shadow of a claw come out and slam against the blurry window, causing my brother to roll off the desk in shock. He quickly stood up and retorted, "I'm not scared of you!"

… Maybe they were both equally exasperating times a thousand.

"Right, 'cause you're in there and we're out here. You're not going any-" Stiles's taunts were put to an abrupt stop when there was a huge crashing noise from the ceiling inside the small room.

I glanced up, and with the help of Stiles's flashlight, I could see the ceiling being bent and the tiles falling. Shit.

The three of us ran off, and I yelled at my brother, "Did you have to taunt it?!" I slammed open a door roughly. "Now it's not only going after Scott, but going to shred us to pieces!"

Scott held out a hand to slow us down. "Wait, did you hear that?"

I looked at Scott and commented, "Not all of us have super-bionic hearing, Scott."

"Hear what?" Stiles demanded.

"It sounds like a phone ringing…"

"What?" Stiles and I echoed.

"I know that ring," Scott said, nodding in confirmation. "It's Allison's phone."

"What's she doing here?" I asked, while the werewolf searched around for his phone.

"I don't know!" Scott replied. "Let me borrow your phone!"

"My phone's in my bag…" I informed. "Which is in… Derek's car…" I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

"Here," Stiles handed Scott his phone before the wolf took it.

He quickly searched through Stiles's contacts before holding the phone up to his ear. "No, it's me. Where are you?" There was silence on our end before Scott asked, "Where are you right now?" Some more waiting. "Where? Where are you exactly?" He frowned before saying, "Get to the lobby. Go now."

He hung up and handed Stiles his phone back.

"We need to meet up with Allison. She's at the pools right now," he informed us before we ran off again. This time, since we weren't running for our lives, Scott was leading the way.

I told you he thought more with his other brain.

Scott threw the door open and walked over to Allison quickly. "Why did you come? What are you doing here?"

"Because you asked me to," Allison replied.

"I asked you to?" Scott frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Allison pulled out her phone, showing the screen to him. He looked at Stiles and me before turning back to Allison.

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

Scott swallowed the lump in his throat. "Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?" Stiles jumped in.

"Jackson did," Allison replied.

My eyes widened. "Jackson's here, too?"

"And Lydia," Allison added. "What's going on? Who sent this text? Why are you three here alone?" Her phone began to ring again. "Where are you?"

The door suddenly opened and I tensed, but then relaxed when I saw it was only Jackson and Lydia. "Finally!" Lydia exclaimed. "Can we go now?"

"Please," I practically begged. I wanted to get out of here, find Derek (hopefully still alive), and just… just… be alive.

A thud came from the ceiling and I could hear the scattering and creaking from up above us. "RUN!" Scott ordered before we took off, just as the ceiling fell behind us.

I could hear the low growls of the Alpha behind us and Stiles and I sped up. We pushed open the door together and ran into the room, panting heavily.

I heard scrambling from the others behind us, and my eyes burned when I was almost blinded by the moonlight outside. … Wait… the moonlight… outside…

"Oh shit," I said.

"Y-yeah…" Stiles nodded.

"Help me get this in front of the door," Scott said frantically.

"Scott, wait, not here!" Stiles and I protested, but it fell to deaf ears as the Spanish Inquisition began.

"What was that? Scott? What was that?"

"What came out of the ceiling?"

"What the hell's going on?!"

"Guys–"

"Will you just help me? The chairs! Stack the chairs!"

"Wait!"

"Guys! Just wait a second!"

More scrambling and screeching from the chairs and desks.

"Guys? Stiles talking! Can we hang on one second, please? Hello!" my brother finally bellowed, catching the attention of the other four. "Okay. Nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone," he commented, looking at the fort the four just built up. "Now – what should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?" He gestured to the wall of glass.

"Can somebody please explain what's going on, because I'm freaking out here," Allison begged, taking Scott's arm. "And I would like to know why… Scott?"

Scott broke away from her and leaned against a couple of chairs, taking deep breaths. The other three look over at Stiles and me, demanding an explanation.

"Somebody killed the janitor," Stiles reported, walking over to them.

"What?" Lydia looked at us in disbelief.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead," Stiles nodded.

Allison's breathing got heavy as she scoffed and tried to regain her thoughts. "What's he talking about? Is this a joke?"

"What? Who killed him?" Jackson demanded.

"No, no, no, no," Lydia shook her head. "Th- this was supposed to be over. The mountain lion was killed–"

"No, don't you get it?" Jackson asked, looking at his girlfriend. "There wasn't a mountain lion." He didn't know how correct he was…

"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening? Scott!" Allison begged. I leaned against the cool glass of the window, trying to calm my nerves. Their nerves were affecting mine and I just couldn't calm down.

It wasn't safe for me to be near the windows, but Derek was out there… and this was the closest I was going to be out there…

"I- I- I- I don't know!" Scott stuttered. "I- I- I just… i- if we go out there, he's gonna kill us!"

"Us?" Lydia demanded. "He's gonna kill us?"

"Who?" Allison questioned. "Who is it?!" she pushed.

"It's Derek," Scott said, and my heart dropped. I wanted to puke, right then and there. My stomach got heavy, as Scott continued, "It's Derek Hale."

The next thing I knew, I felt an insatiable rage. I whirled around, "You bastard!" I snapped, striding over to Scott. I gripped the collars of his sweater tightly so hard I felt like my knuckles were going to rip through my skin.

I threw back my right arm, and gave him a solid punch in the jaw, making him fall to the floor. My hand burned, and I felt something restrain me, holding me back from kicking the living crap out of Scott.

"How could you?!" I screamed, struggling against the grip.

"Sindy, Sindy, calm down!" Stiles's voice told me.

It only caused me to fight against the grip more. "Let me go, Stiles!" I screeched. "How the hell could you do that?!" I yelled. "You coward!" My brain was pulsing and I felt like my head was going to burst.

I struggled against Stiles's grip, but it only tightened, almost to the point it hurt. "Sindy, calm down!" Stiles yelled.

"NO!" I screamed, struggling. "Let me beat the crap out of him! How could you?!" I yelled. "He was helping you!"

"He's a murderer, Sindy!" Scott yelled at me.

I sobbed, and my legs gave away. My brother caught me before I could eat the pavement, but I was sure even if I did, it was nothing compared to the pain Derek felt. My right hand, the one I punched Scott with, throbbed painfully as I moved it, to place it on the stain on my shirt.

A strangled, choked noise escaped from my throat and I threw my arms around Stiles, crying into his chest. Stiles wrapped his arms around me, this time to comfort me, tightly, hushing me softly as I sobbed.

I vaguely heard the others talking, but couldn't bear to hear any of the lies Scott told them. I couldn't.

"-in here with us," I heard Scott say as I was slowly settling down. "And if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us to."

Not if I killed Scott first, I thought bitterly, clinging on to my brother's jacket.


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A/N: There, I updated ASAP. x] I literally JUST got home and my stomach's craving food and I. NEED. REST. AWRBYDSNHI. Hm... how about making a deal with me? 100+ reviews and update this weekend? ;) I'm sure you guys wanna see the ending of this episode soon, yes? I personally love how I ended the next chapter (and I rarely like my writing. I find it satisfying enough, but not overly so), so... I think it's great. ;3 It really defines the depth of Derek and Sindy's relationship.