Have you ever lost someone close to you? Maybe a family member, or just someone that you're so close to that the word 'friend' seems too insignificant. Too simplistic.

Derek was my someone.

You know that feeling? As if a part of your heart was taken with them when they're gone? You continue to play scenarios of the future over in your head. What it will be like without them. Like they were the missing piece to your puzzle.

That feeling was a common occurrence for me. It was sort of comforting. As if it was one of the only constants in my life. For an Anchor death was inevitable; it was just a part of the job description, but when you lose someone you knew, someone that you cared about it feels as if they rip a part of your soul off and take it with them and all you're left with are the bad memories. The memories of their death.

That was the part I hated the most. Not the death. Not seeing the person you love murdered in front of you. It's having to face them after. Having to look into their eyes and know it's the last time.

That's why one thought raced through my mind as Stiles and Scott dragged me into the school and slammed the doors behind us.

He's not dead. He. Is. Not. Dead.

Because I think the alternative would have destroyed me.

All I could do was stand there as Scott and Stiles yelled at each other about something. What broke me out of my frozen state was Stiles slipping through the door back outside. My eyes widened as I rushed over to Scott's side. "What the hell is he doing?"

Scott just shook his head "I couldn't stop him."

I sent him an incredulous look "You couldn't stop him? You're a freaking werewolf, Scott!"

"I didn't see you stopping him." Scott muttered to himself but I wasn't listening anymore. My eyes were focused Stiles figure as he slowly crept towards the bolt cutters. Just as he was about to pick them up the alpha stalked out from behind the jeep. Scott and I shared an alarmed look before we started banging on window.

"Stiles, run!" I screamed, causing him to turn to look at us before flickering over to the alpha. As soon as their eyes locked it started bounding towards him. My heart leapt in my chest as he stumbled back before he raced to the door, slipping in at the last minute and slamming the bolt cutters over the door handles.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled at him, smacking him roughly on the arm.

He grabbed it in pain "Ow, what the-" but he was cut off by me wrapping my arms around his waist. After a few moments he wrapped his around my shoulders.

"Never do that again." I whispered into his jacket.

I felt him nod and turned when Scott started speaking, leaning against the door to look out. "Where is it? Where did it go?" he then turned to us with a fearful look. "That won't hold, will it?"

Stiles shook his head. "Probably not."

We all turned to look down the darkened hallway. I grabbed Stiles hand leading them down the hall and into a classroom. "The desk!" Stiles whispered but winced when it scraped against the floor. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

Scott sighed in defeat "I know."

"It's your boss." Stiles stated and I nodded along. I mean it was kinda suspicious how he disappeared like that.

"What?"

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." Stiles nodded at Scott but before Stiles could even finish his sentence Scott was shaking his head.

"No."

"Yes." I argued "He's the murdering psycho werewolf."

Scott was still shaking his head "That can't be."

"Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" My body froze up as I recalled the image of Derek being impaled by the Alpha.

"It's not him." Scott continued to deny.

"He killed Derek."

Scott shook his head again "No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."

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

I whipped my head around to glare at Stiles "Derek isn't dead. He's healed from worse than that. He's not dead. He- he just can't be okay?"

There was a pause of silence as I felt them stare at me but I kept my gaze on the wooden table.

"Okay," Scot spoke up. "What do we do?"

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" Scott and I both nodded and we ran over to the windows lining the far wall.

Scott went to open the window but Stiles stopped him "No, they don't open. The school's climate - controlled."

"Then let's break hit." I moved to find something to break the window with but Stiles grabbed my arm, pulling me back down.

"Which will make a lot of noise."

"Then, uh, then we run really fast." Scott then looked over to how far the jeep was to us. "Really fast."

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the jeep closely "Hey Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"

Stiles moved to stand next to me. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent. Like full on dented." I pointed towards the hood that was disfigured.

Stiles leaned closer to me to get a better look "What the hell-" but he was cut off by something being launched through the window. Stiles grabbed me as the three of us ducked for cover.

"What the hell is that?" I spluttered, shaking shards of glass out of my hair.

Stiles shone the torch on it "That's my battery."

He went to stand but Scott held him down "Don't."

I sent Scott a look. "He's right. We have to move."

Scott shook his head. "He could be right outside."

"He is right outside." Stiles countered.

But Scott stood his ground "Just let me take a look."

I turned to kneel, glass cutting into my bare knees and I cursed myself for wearing a pair of jeans with holes in the knees.

"Nothing?" Stiles whispered to Scott.

Scott nodded "No."

"Okay let's get the hell out of here." I spoke up, lifting myself to my feet and out the door, the two boys hot on my heels.

Once we were outside the classroom I glanced around. I still didn't know this school well enough to lead us so I turned to Scott who nodded towards the right. "This way."

But Stiles pulled him back "No, no, no, no. Somewhere without windows."

"Every single freaking room in this building has windows." I hissed at him

Stiles shrugged slightly "Or somewhere with less windows."

Scott paused for a moment before realization passed over his face. "The locker room."

I nodded in agreement and followed them down the hall. It didn't take us long to reach them and when we did we shut the door behind us.

"Call your dad." Scott told Stiles once we were in the safety of the boy's locker room.

Stiles gave him a wide eyed look "And tell him what?"

Scott shrugged, panicked. "I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

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

"They have guns." Scott stated but Stiles was still shaking his head.

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

Scott huffed out a breath. "Then we - we have to - We have to find a way out and just run for it."

I rolled my eyes "There's nothing near the school for at least a mile."

Scott groaned slightly before peaking up with an idea "What about Derek's car?" My eyes widened slightly was he serious right now?

Stiles nodded "That could work."

I glared at them "Are you guys serious? What? We just go outside, get the keys off my best friends body, and then we take his car?"

Scott nodded "And him."

"Oh yes. Of course." This was freaking insane.

We moved to leave the room but Scott grabbed our arms. "What?" Stiles whispered to him.

"I think I heard something."

Stiles eyes widened "Like what?"

"Quiet." Scott hissed at him, backing away from the door. He turned to us with a fearful look "Hide."

Stiles turned, grabbing at one of the lockers "No! Stiles, be quiet!" I hissed at him but he was already in the locker. Idiot.

I heard the jingle of the door knob and shared a look with Scott before he shoved me into a locker and stepping in behind me. And let me tell you it was not the biggest of places.

I shifted slightly causing Scott to glare at me. I rolled my eyes, it wasn't like I had a lot of breathing room in here.

I heard footsteps pass by the locker and pressed my face into the hood of Scotts jumper as he covered his mouth but it was no use. The door swung open and who I'm presuming was the janitor let out a scream "Son of a bitch!" causing Stiles to barrel out of his as well. Smooth.

Stiles shushed him but it was no use. "Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All of you get out." He started to shove us out the door.

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles protested but we were all pushed out into the hallway.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right Now."

Stiles turned to him "God, just one second to explain."

The Janitor shook his head "Just shut up and go." But before we could do anything he was pulled back into the room, the door slamming behind him. I sucked in an irregular breath as blood splattered all over the small window.

"Okay time to go." I breathed out before pushing the boys away from the door "Go!"

We all rushed down the hallway to the back exited of the school and relief rushed through me but it was premature as when we went to push through the doors something was blocking it.

"What the hell?" Stiles muttered as Scott looked through the crack in the door.

"It's a dumpster."

My breath caught in my throat. "He pushed it in front of the door to block us in."

Stiles eyes widened as he pushed against the door again "Come on, help me."

"Stiles!" I hissed, grabbing his arm "Stop!"

Stiles paced away from the door. "I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school."

Scott jogged to keep up with him and I walked behind them. "We're not going to die."

"God, what is he doing? What does he want?"

"Me." Scott explained. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

Stiles huffed. "Oh, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teen work. That's - that's beautiful."

I stopped as my eyes locked on red ones across the building. "Guys." I whispered not looking away from the Alpha. They both turned and trained their eyes on what I was looking at, freezing. It started to run across the roof of the opposite building towards us and I stumbled back.

I grabbed both of them again, running back the way we came. Glass shattered from behind us but I didn't turn around as we pushed through a door and down a flight of stairs. This was so not good.

We entered a room that I was guessing was some sort of basement, hiding behind the lockers. Scott leaned around the corner and when he looked back he nodded to continue "Go."

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

"Like what?" I sucked in a deep breath as we continued to walk backwards.

Stiles shrugged, pushing me back more "I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something."

I glanced in the room before turning back to Stiles who sent me a questioning look but I just ignored it, pushing up against the set of lockers behind him. "What-"

"Shh" I hushed him, reaching into the front pocket of his jeans, causing his eyes to widen. I wrapped my hand around the set of keys before pulling them out of his pocket. Realization clouded his features as he grabbed them from me and threw them into the room, pulling us all back as the alpha launched into the small room.

We moved quickly, slamming the door shut and leaning on it.

I sent Scott a wide-eyed look "The desk, Scott!"

He nodded moving the desk over in front of the door. The alpha slammed against it but the desk held tight.

Stiles sent Scott a look "Come on, get across. Come on!"

Scott's eyes widened "What?" I nodded to him to slide across the table and he followed my actions. Stiles moved closer to the door and Scott grabbed his arm "What are you doing?"

Stiles jumped slightly "I just wanna get a look at it."

I glared at him "Are you freaking crazy?"

Stiles sighed "Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out." He then moved to kneel on the table, looking through the little window. "Yeah, that's right, we got you-"

"Will you shut up!" Scott cut him off.

He sent him a glare "I'm not scared of this thing." A clawed hand slammed against the window causing Stiles to jump back and fall off the table.

"Yeah," I mumbled "Not scared my ass."

Stiles sent me a glare before turning back to the wolf in the room. "I'm not scared of you. Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any-"

A large crash echoed overhead and my eyes widened as the roof started to creek. We all stumbled back as a paneling fell to the floor. With that we all turned back around and ran.

~01~

Okay So I kind of really hate writing this episode but hopefully it will only be one more chapter. I'm super excited for Lunatic because drammaaa yes haha so I want to get the next chapter of Night School out ASAP so that I can start working on that one.

Anyway hope you enjoy and review!