AN: Okay, so i know i said i was going to do this in one chapter, and i've gotten most of it in. theres just a few more bits that i'll be adding into the beginning of the next chapter that'll be up in a few hours since it's my day off college.
ENJOY! :)
The image of Derek high in the air is still imprinted in my mind. The whole thing brought memories back about my parents, and now i'm in the middle of trying to hold off a panic attack. They aren't fun. Someone grabs my upper arm and drags me towards the school. My eyes never leave those red ones of the alpha. I want to kill him for what he did to Derek, but i don't think that'd be a good idea. If i can't beat Derek, then i have no chance against an alpha, not alone anyway. The doors slam behind us, and Stiles quickly tries to lock them to no avail. There's nothing to lock them with. 'Rogue, please snap out of it, we need you!' Scott says to me roughly. I do snap out of it, realisation that we're not the prey of the alpha. We all glance out through the small window to see if we can see him, but he's disappeared. Tears threaten to spill over my eyes, but i refuse to let them. Derek will be fine, he has to be.
I eye the cutters that Stiles brought; they'd hold the doors for a short amount of time, but not for long. Maybe long enough to get the hell out of here. Stiles see's what i'm looking at, and gives me a look before slowly cranking the door open. 'Stiles, no!' Scott shouts, but he ignores him and slowly moves outside. He makes it there, but the alpha suddenly appears. My mouth drops open, and i nudge Scott hard in the ribs. 'Ow, R what the..?' He starts, but then he sees what i've seen. 'Oh my god.' He whispers. 'Stiles RUN!' I shout at him. He looks back to us, and then infront of him, where the alpha's eyes are trained on him. Suddenly he pivots on his feet and runs back to us, the alpha pouncing after him.
Once he's inside, we slam the doors shut and he places the cutters in place, effectively locking the doors. We all breathe a sigh of relief. 'We need to move.' I say. Instinct is kicking in, and the need to survive is surging through my body. I will make it out of here alive. We make our way to a classroom. 'Dude, Deaton has to be the alpha. If you haven't noticed, he was gone one second, and then the alpha was there the next!' Stiles states. It's true. Deaton had escaped, and then the alpha had arrived. It just shows how bad a judge of character we all are. Deaton, who was always nice and kind; who gave me a lolly every time i visited, was a psychotic killer werewolf with glowing red eyes.
Once we're in the classroom, we look out of the window, trying to determine a way to get out to Stiles' jeep. Until Scott notices something. 'Dude, what happened to the hood?' He asks. I glance that way, and with my advanced sight i see that it's got a huge dent in it. 'What? Nothing happened...' he trails off, clearly seeing something is wrong. All of a sudden, there's a loud crash, and we all fall to the floor to avoid the glass. A loud bang follows. 'What the..?' I ask. Just infront of us lays Stiles' battery. 'My jeep! That son of a bitch! He pulled out my battery!' Stiles shouts. I slink back, feeling a little defeated. I and Scott could probably run away, but Stiles is only human, he'd have no chance in keeping up. Sighing, we take a few seconds to collect ourselves. 'Okay, we need to move, preferably somewhere without lots of windows.' Stiles huffs. He's got to be pissed about his beloved Jeep. I and Scott nod in agreement, and i suggest something. 'How about the boy's locker room? Hardly any windows in there.' I say. They agree immediately, so we make our way down the hall.
When we get there, we push the door closed gently, trying to make as little noise as possible. Scott moves infront of us. 'Stiles, call your dad.' He says over his shoulders. 'What, why?' Stiles responds. To say he's an A grade student, he can be pretty dense sometimes. 'Because if the alpha see's the parking lot full of cop cars, he'll more than likely leave.' I chip in. They both turn to me, almost as if they'd forgotten i was here. 'Or he could every cop in sight, including my dad.' Stiles states. Yup, that could happen too. 'So we run for it.' Scott suggests. 'There's nothing near the school for about a mile!' Stiles reminds us. Oh yeah. 'So we take Derek's car?' I say. They bob their head along in agreement. 'Yeah, we get the keys off his body – eugsh, and then we take his car.' Stiles says, formulating the plan. 'And his body.' I say sternly. There's no way i'm leaving him behind, not when he could be alive.
We make our way to the door, but I and Scott stop in our tracks, and whip our heads round to look at eachother. Seems we both heard the same thing. 'Wait, i think I heard something.' Scott whispers. My heart is pounding, and i don't think i can cope with much more. 'What!?' Stiles exclaims. There it is again! Footsteps. We slowly edge back, and decide to hide in some lockers. I'm next to Stiles, while Scotty hides in one across from us. Holding my breath, i clamp a hand over my mouth and try not to make a sound. The door handle squeaks as it's pulled down, and the door opens slowly. A man appears; the janitor. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing he's not going to kill us. Well, not literally anyway. Not like the alpha will once he catches us. Scott and Stiles jump out, effectively shitting up the poor bloke, who clutches a hand to his chest; probably trying to calm his pounding heart. Buddy, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.
'Are you trying to give me a freakin' heart attack?!' He shouts. I shush him. 'No, out, the three of you!' He shouts, pointing to the door. 'Dude, just let us explain!' Stiles tries. The janitor shakes his head. 'No, OUT!' We sigh but head out the door anyway, but the janitor is pulled back inside, the door slamming closed, and his bloody hands appear along with his head; smashed against the window for us to see. I put a hand over my mouth so i don't scream. No, i can't see someone die again, i can't. I mentally can't. It'll break me; and i won't be able to return from it. Scott tries to pry the door open, but Stiles stops him, pulling us down the hallway.
3rd person
Elsewhere, Allison stands waiting for Scott to pick her up for a date they have planned with Lydia and Jackson. Looking at her phone, she see's that Jackson is phoning her. Hitting the answer button, she says hello. 'Is he there yet?' Lydia butts in. She never is one for pleasantries over the phone. 'No! He's only, 26 minutes late.' She sighs. 'We're going to come and pick you up' Jackson says. Allison sighs. 'No, look its fine. I'm sure he'll be here.' Jackson replies 'Too late.' Just as his car pulls infront of her. Sighing, she walks over to the window, which is being wound down. Suddenly her phone alerts her, telling her she has a text. 'Is that him explaining why he's half an hour late?' Lydia says out the window. Reading the text, Allison pulls a confused face. 'Not exactly...' She replies, drifting off.
STILES POV
We make it to the entrance again, and go to push the doors open, only to be stopped by something on the other side. What the... Pushing it open just a little, Scott gets a glimpse at what's stopping it, and tells us that it's a dumpster. 'He put it infront of the door.' I state. I'm really starting to hate this guy. I mean, i hated him before, but not it's becoming the –i want to empty a full clip of wolfsbane bullets into your chest so then you won't survive- kind of hate. What a douche. I push some more, determined to get out of here. I will not die in school. Nor will i die a virgin. Scott pulls me away, telling me to stop, while Rogue looks devastated. I can't imagine what's going through her mind, not after she watched her parents take their last breath, and then she saw Derek die, and now the janitor. The alpha must have something against her since he keeps bringing these memories back.
We walk down the hallway again, trying to think of another plan. 'What does he want?' I wander out loud. Scott sighs. 'Me, Rogue's already a part of his pack, which means that he wants me.' He mutters. I sigh. 'Great, a psychotic killer werewolf that's into teamwork, just great.' I mutter. Any other time, i'd have laughed at the thought, but since it's actually happening right now i can't find it in me to laugh. 'I'm not dying here Scott; I'm not dying in school!' I tell him. We WILL get out of here alive. I'll make sure of it. I'm the one who always has a plan, so come on Stiles think! All we need is an awesome plan from my brain and we'll be out of here like nothings ever happened. But then Rogue stops us in our tracks, eyes looking out of the window. And oh look, there's the alpha, casually sat on the roof watching us. Creeper.
He begins to run towards us, and oh look; there he is jumping through the window. Wait, what? No Stiles, concentrate. You need to concentrate if you're going to live. We run back the way we came, shoving some doors open and legging it down some stairs and into another hallway.
Jackson's POV
We pull up to the school where Scott said he was. Who the hell would want to come here at night? It's creepy! Wait, shut up Jackson. You are the mighty Jackson Whittmore, you don't get scared, so man up! Climbing out of the car, i push my seat forward allowing Allison to get out. What the hell she see's in McCall i'll never know. 'What the hell is he doing here anyway?' I ask. She shrugs slightly, eyes on the school. 'I don't know, all i got was this.' She replies, showing me the text.
-Meet me at the school – URGENT. Scott.
What the hell? I knew he was a freak. Lydia chirps up then. 'You know, they lock the doors on a night.' Allison starts to make her way towards them. 'Yeah, well that one's open.' She says over her shoulder. I follow her, with the need to tell her to be careful. 'Look, Allison..' But i can't say it. She stops and turns to face me, smirk fluttering over them lips. 'You were going to say be careful weren't you.' She says. I nod my head. 'Jackson, i'll be fine.' She assures me. I nod again, and allow her to walk inside; alone.
ROGUES POV
We head back to the locker room, the alpha on our tail, practically at arm's length. I'm struggling to stay with it, i'm so very tempted to just curl up into a ball on the floor and let him have his way with me, maybe then he'll leave Scott and Stiles alone. We slam up against the lockers, Scott glancing back, and the way his heart picks up i'm betting the alpha is right there. Nudging Stiles, he tells us to go, and we do. We run for our lives. 'Alright, we have to do something.' Stiles says. Way ahead of you there buddy. 'Like what?' Scott asks. 'I don't know, hurt it, kill it, mentally anguish it. Something!' Is the response we get. Taking out his keys, he throws them back into the locker room, effectively bringing the alpha out of its hiding place. Rushing forward, he slams the door shut, shouting at us to get the nearest desk, which we do. Shoving it up against the door, we sigh in relief. He's trapped; for now. 'It worked!' Scott says, grinning a little. We all sigh a breath of relief, slumping against the wall.
He keep's slamming against the door, trying to get it open, but it's not working. 'God Stiles, remind me to bake you some cookies when we get out.' I say. He gives me a smile, and then turns back to Scott, who's stood on the other side of the desk. 'Get over!' He shouts. Scott jumps over, and now we're all safe. Well, as safe as we're going to be. Stile's starts to goad it, and i take back my statement. 'Stiles shut up. No cookies for you.' I tell him. He pouts slightly, until there's a loud bang as the alpha jumps through the ceiling, onto the floor above us. Oh crap, good job Stiles. You just pissed it off even more.
We make our way back up a level, until we hear a phone ringing. 'Wait do you hear that?' Scott asks. I hum in acknowledgement. 'What?' Stiles asks. Sometimes i forget he's doesn't have the same things we do. 'It's a phone. Allison's phone.' Scott grits out. Using Stiles' phone, he rings her, and demands that she meet us in the lobby. Finally we get there, just as Allison does. 'What're you doing here?' Scott asks her. She looks confused. 'Because you asked me to come here?' She asks. I blink at that. Derek broke Scott's phone, meaning he couldn't have. She shows us the text, just as Lydia and Jackson come through the doors. Oh great, Lydia. Just who i need to see right now. Can this day get any worse?
Aaaaand, i just jinxed it. The alpha is right above us, letting us know that he's there. Lydia looks worried, and so she should. We run to the cafeteria, and Scott orders us to start blocking the door way. Everyone does, except Stiles. He shouts us several times, but we just ignore him. 'HELLO?' He shouts one last time. We all jump around to face him. 'Nice job guys, but what are we going to do about the 20 foot wall of windows?' He asks, gesturing to said windows. We freeze, until Allison starts to panic. I begin to pace as she asks who it is that's out there. The only thing that stops me in my tracks is the fact that Scott blames Derek. I whip around and start for him, ready to rip him apart. How dare he blame Derek for this? It's not his fault. Stiles stops me though. 'Rogue, wait. Just think about this before you do anything rash okay? We have enough to think about right now, without having to explain to them why you were able to rip someone apart so easily.' He whispers to me. I stop and look at him, and he pales a little, tapping at the side of his eyes, warning me mine are yellow. I blink and look away.
'Okay, new plan! Stiles phones his useless father and tells him to send someone with a gun and a decent aim. Is everyone good with that?' Jackson says. I shake my head. Stiles is right. The alpha killed the janitor, which means that whoever turns up is going to die too. 'No, look Derek killed the janitor just for being in school. Whoever turns up next is most likely to die, and well to be quite honest, i've seen too many people die! I am not ready or willing to see anyone else die.' I shout. A panic attack is starting, and i can't breathe. Moving over to the other side of the cafeteria, i hear Jackson and Stiles arguing, and then Stiles eventually calling his dad. However, it goes to voicemail. Lydia is the one to come and help me. 'Okay Rogue, i know we haven't always gotten on, but you need to calm down okay? Just breathe.' She says to me. In any other situation, I'd tell her to piss off, but i need help right now, and she's the only one offering.
Once she's brought me down from the attack, i give her a small smile, which she returns. Maybe we'll have a little bit more understanding now. There's a loud bang, as the alpha starts to push through the doors. Stiles tells everyone to go up through the kitchen stairs, but i'm determined to stay behind. I won't see my friends die, nor my enemies. 'You guys go, i'll stop behind and hold him off as long as possible.' I tell them. Lydia and Jackson are already by the doors, waiting for the rest of us to follow. Allison starts to protest. 'Look, I've seen too many people die, and i am not going to watch anyone else die. I'll hold him off as long as possible to give you guys a bit more time. I have a feeling we don't have much of it.' I say. Scott nods his head. Stiles looks as though he's about to cry. They both know there's a good chance that i may die tonight, but it's for my friends, so it'll be worth it. Especially if they get out of here alive.
Scott pulls a hysterical Allison with him, while Stiles wipes a few stray tears away, and turns to follow him. 'I love you Stiles.' I say quiet enough that only he'll hear me. He doesn't turn to look at me. The alpha has almost broken through the doors by now, so i drop into a fighting stance and let the change happen. Seconds later he's through, and my golden eyes meet his blood red ones. I am not afraid anymore. I take several breaths, waiting for him to pounce. Tonight, I'll die for my friends.
The fight is short and sweet, and as i feel the alpha's claws go through my chest, i know i'm going to die. It has being confirmed. He throws me off to the side, and bounds up the stairs. They've only had a few minutes extra, but i hope it's enough. Unfortunately, i'll never find out. I slip into an immense darkness, my heartbeat growing weaker and weaker.
AN: Okay, so i hope it was okay! I'm not a big fan of this episode really, and i've being dreading doing it since i started writing the story, so i hope it was up to scratch!
Please review!
All mistakes are mine, so apologise.
Chapter Twelve will be up in a few hours. :)