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Usually I have the longest authors note ever in the beginning, but for once in my life I really don't have anything to say…

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters or plots. I only own my OC Madigan Whittemore and any other OCs mentioned and my own ideas.

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"What's happening? What was that thing?!" Lydia cried frantically.

"Stilinski! Call your useless father and get the police here!" Jackson demanded.

"Scott, just tell us what's going on!?" Allison begged.

"I-I don't know." Scott stuttered.

"Okay would everyone just shut up!?" Stiles finally screamed, putting an end to the jumbled voices that were filling the chemistry room they barricaded themselves in. Everyone was frantically yelling over each other and nothing was getting done.

"Scott, would you please just tell us what is going on?" Allison cried desperately.

"Someone killed the janitor." Scott blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

"What?!" Three voices exclaimed at once.

"Someone killed the janitor?" Allison repeated in disbelieve.

"Yes." Scott sighed.

"Who? Who killed the janitor?" Allison questioned.

"I don't know."

"Did they send Allison that text?"

"I don't know."

"Are they going to kill us?"

"I don't know! Okay? I don't know!" Scott suddenly yelled, tired of everyone pestering him with all the questions.

"Who killed the janitor, Scott?" Allison asked again, her face angry after Scott's snap.

"Derek." Scott said, making Stiles snap his head in his friend's direction, "Derek Hale killed the janitor. He's behind all of it; the janitor, the video store clerk, the bus driver…he killed them all starting with his own sister and now he's after us." Scott said, the lies just pouring out of his mouth.

"But the mountain lion…" Lydia trailed off, remembering what she saw the night of the attack at the video store.

"Don't you get it? There was never a mountain lion!" Jackson exclaimed, making her jump as tears filled her eyes.

"Don't yell at her!" Stiles snapped at Jackson, trying to defend Lydia.

"Stay out of it, Stilinski. Look, why don't you just call your dad and get the police here!?"

"No! I don't know how many times I have to say it. What? Do you want to hear it in Spanish? No!"

"That's it, I'm calling cops." Lydia said. Stiles made a move to stop her but Jackson quickly shoved him away. "T-they hung up on me." She said in shock.

"The police hung up on you?" Allison questioned, almost not believing her friend.

"She said they got a tip off about a prank call and if I call back then they'll send the police." Lydia said in shock.

"Then call back." Allison said like it was obvious.

"No, they won't do anything. They'll just go to your house if anything, but they won't come here." Stiles told them, not lying this time.

"I'll call Madigan and have her call; I doubt they'll hang up on David Whittemore's daughter." Jackson said with a scoff. Scott and Stiles shared nervous looks as Jackson tried calling his sister, only to get a voicemail. "She always answers her phone," Jackson mumbled to himself before realization hit him and he look up at Scott and Stiles, "Scott…Stiles…what the hell did you two do?" Jackson demanded, practically shaking with anger.

"Uh, w-well it's a, uh, funny story actually." Stiles stuttered, offering an awkward laugh.

"Where the hell is my sister? She doesn't ever not answer her phone. Hell, she takes the damn thing in the shower with her!" Jackson yelled.

"She's not here, is she?" Allison asked, looking at Scott with a small glare.

"K-kinda-"

"Kinda?!" Jackson screamed, "You're telling me that my sister is 'kinda' here? By herself with Derek Hale running around killing people?!"

"L-look, I'm sure she's fine." Stiles stuttered nervously.

"I'm going to kill you!" Jackson screamed, before charging towards Stiles and Scott.

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"Here Alpha, Alpha, Alpha." Madigan sang softly as she walked down another hallway. She didn't know how much time had passed since she left the locker room; considering she dropped her phone in the damn parking lot. But so far there was no sign of the Alpha and no sign of Scott and Stiles. She quickly turned down a different hallway and walked back into Finstock's Econ room. She stepped around Stiles' jeep battery and over the broken glass that littered the floor and peeked outside. Derek's Camaro was still sitting in the same spot, meaning he must not have moved. She couldn't see Derek from where she was, though. Maybe he was lying in the shadows where she couldn't see him, or maybe he was actually alive and trying to find the Alpha in the school. She was really hoping for the latter. "Oh no…" She mumbled when she caught sight of a third car in the parking lot. Right next to Stiles dented jeep was Jackson's Porsche. Where there's a Jackson, there's a Lydia, and more than likely the two wouldn't just come to the school for no reason, Allison probably came to find Scott or something.

This was bad. This was all very bad. Having Scott and Stiles stuck in here, she was okay with. Yeah, it was terrifying and there was a good chance none of them would make it to seventeen, but Lydia, Jackson, and Allison have no clue about any of the supernatural drama that is happening in this town. Guess they probably will after tonight, though…

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"Stop! Stop, Jackson stop!" Allison screeched, trying in vain to pull Jackson away from Scott. Jackson already landed a couple punches to Stiles' face, sending him straight to the ground. Scott wasn't as easy for Jackson to take down, considering his strength, but he still managed to catch Scott in the jaw. "Stop it! This isn't helping anything!" Allison yelled again. Jackson finally let her pull him away and she immediately pushed him and rushed towards Scott.

"Look, we're sorry, okay?! It's not like we tried to lose her!" Stiles exclaimed, trying to defend themselves but he really just pissed Jackson off even more-if that was possible.

"Sorry?" Jackson scoffed, "You're sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn't have left my sister out there!"

"I don't see you going out there either, Jackson!" Lydia yelled from her spot next to Stiles, shocking everyone.

"I'll go out there, alright? Look, I'll go find Madigan and get the keys from the janitor, we can unlock the door to the roof and get to Jackson's car." Scott said.

"You can't go out there, Scott!" Allison argued.

"Madigan is out there!" Lydia shot back.

"I'm going to." Jackson told them, earning a disapproving look from Allison, "I'm not leaving my sister out there alone, and I'm sure as hell not trusting McCall to get her. We all know what happens when she gets around the two of you." Jackson snarled.

"You guys can't go out their unarmed." Lydia told them, knowing there was no talking them out of it. Scott nodded in agreement before looking around and grabbing the Mr. Harris' pointer off the chalk board.

"Oh yeah, that should work wonderfully against a killer." Stiles remarked sarcastically.

"Well there's gotta be something else they can use in here!" Allison exclaimed desperately.

"There is." Lydia said simply, making everyone look over at her. She simply nodded her head to the side, gesturing to the acid cabinet.

"So what? We're going to throw acid on him?" Jackson snapped, already angry enough knowing that Madigan was in the school alone with Derek wandering around. If it even was Derek Hale. When he and Lydia were in the hallway before, he knew he saw something…it looked exactly like what attacked him and Madigan at the video store, and that definitely was not human.

"No, a fire bomb." Lydia corrected, "In there is everything you need to make a self igniting Molotov cocktail."

"Oh. Great." Stiles said, not quite knowing what else to say, "But we need a key to that too."

"God, are you two idiots completely useless?" Jackson snapped before busting his elbow through the glass door.

Lydia quickly got to work on it and made two of them, knowing that Jackson would demand one of his own. "Are you done yet?" Jackson snapped. She had already given Scott his and Allison had grabbed the cork top to put in it, to make sure none of the chemicals got out.

"Yes." Lydia said through gritted teeth. She understood that Jackson was stressed about his sister, she really did. But would it kill him to take a break from the asshole role every once in awhile?

"About time. Let's go McCall." Jackson said already shoving his way to the door.

"Scott, please, don't go out there." Allison begged.

"I have too." He said guiltily.

"No, no you really don't." Allison argued, "Maybe Madigan got out? Maybe she's safe?"

"You want to risk her life for a 'maybe'?" Jackson snapped angrily, "Let's go McCall."

Scott gave Allison a sad look before turning to walk away. Allison quickly grabbed a hold of his sleeve and pulled him back to her, attaching her lips to his. Stiles gagged dramatically, earning a chuckle from Lydia. "Can we go now?!"

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He could sense her, her scent was strong, but the more he moved the fainter it got. Her scent was nowhere near Scott or Stiles, so he knew they weren't together. It was bad enough that those two dragged her into this, but couldn't they at least keep her in their sight? Plus, he caught sense of Madigan's brother, his girlfriend, and that Argent girl around her too. The last thing he needed right now was an Argent running around with the damn Alpha. "Come on," Derek mumbled under his breath, "Where the hell are you?" At first Derek was searching for the Alpha, but the more he walked through the halls the less he followed the Alpha's scent and the more he followed Madigan's.

He still wasn't completely healed yet, and he knew that if he would just sit down it'd heal faster, but he couldn't now. He had to keep moving. That was the worst part of Alpha wounds; regular wounds healed within a minute, but an injury from an Alpha could take over a day to heal. Plus, this wasn't just a scratch he was dealing with. The Alpha literally stuck his hands through him, that'd take any werewolf awhile to bounce back from.

Derek quickly stopped in his tracks when he heard a loud growl fly through the school halls and bounce off the lockers. Shit.

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"Madigan!?" She heard her name being yelled. Jackson? Jackson was out here looking for? No, no, no, no he couldn't be. God, he was going to get hurt, then what the hell would she do? She tried following the voices as well as she could, but eventually she couldn't hear Jackson calling her name at all. Dammit, she went to school here for crying out loud! So why the hell couldn't she manage to make her ways through the halls? This would be so much easier if the Alpha decided to attack during the day; preferably on a weekend though, that way Scott's secret wouldn't get out to the entire school.

"Jackson? Scott? Anyone?" She called quietly when she walked into the gym. She could hear a noise from inside the gym somewhere, and the farther she walked in she could finally see that it was the bleachers shutting. "Scott?" She questioned when she saw someone come flying out of them. The minute she realized it was her friend she took off running in his direction, not even hesitating before flinging herself into his arms. "Scotty, are you okay? Where's Jackson? Is he okay? Stiles?" She questioned into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

"I'm fine, they're fine, everyone's fine. What about you, though? What the hell happened to you, Mads?" Scott asked, his voice full of concern as he checked her over for any injuries; pleased when he found none.

"I-I'm fine, Scott. The Alpha didn't hurt me. Is Jackson with the others? I thought I heard him out in the hall."

"We, uh, we got separated. He found out that you were here and kinda started beating up me and Stiles. He and I came out to look for you, and to get the keys from the janitor to get out of here, but we got separated in the hallway." Scott explained, worried for Madigan's reaction. He already got his ass kicked by one Whittemore tonight; he didn't want to add to the list.

"What?! Scotty, he could get hurt." Madigan said, but Scott's attention was focused on something behind her.

"I don't think it's him you should be worrying about." Scott whispered. He quickly pushed Madigan behind him and chucked the bottle of chemicals at the Alpha. "Shit, that was supposed to hurt it," Scott explained in panic when nothing happened.

Madigan didn't have any time to react before the Alpha was flying towards them, tackling Scott to the ground and sending her flying across the gym.

Madigan looked up right as the Alpha let out a loud, low growl right in Scott's face, "Scott?" she whispered uncertainly as she watched Scott stand up robotically. "Scott?" She asked again, watching in fear as he and the Alpha stared at each other before turning to stare at her, "Scott you're scaring me." Scott looked back at the Alpha before walking out of the gym as the Alpha walked towards Madigan. "No no no!" Madigan cried out, "Scott! Scott!" She screamed, scrambling to get to her feet. She took off running, trying in vain to get away from the Alpha, but found herself airborne before crashing roughly against the bleachers. She tried blinking away the black dots that covered her vision as she climbed to her feet again, making a move to get around the Alpha again. Deep down she knew she didn't stand a chance against the Alpha on her own, but she'll be dammed if she just sits down and lets the thing kill her. Oh hell no, she's done sitting.

Madigan bit back a cry of pain as she felt the Alpha swipe its clawed hand across her stomach, blood immediately seeping out of it. She staggered backward as her vision swam again and she wrapped an arm around her stomach, but she still tried to get around him. The Alpha swiped again and hit her head, making her body hit the ground hard and it took all her power not to just give in and let the darkness that was clouding her vision take over. She could feel more and more blood pouring out of the gashes in her stomach and the ringing in her ears were so loud she thought the whole town could hear it. Looking past the dark spots she could see the Alpha standing above her, smirking down at her. Madigan opened her mouth and muttered out two words before darkness captured her, "Fuck you."

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The once dark parking lot was now filled with flashing blue and red lights as police cars and ambulances flooded the area. The Sheriff was trying to figure out what happened from his son and Scott, but with those two their responses only raised more questions than answers. Another officer was questioning Allison while her father held a protective arm around her shoulder and Scott stared longingly after her. Jackson and Lydia were being questioned too, but Jackson was really doing more of the questioning, "Where the fuck is my sister!? Did you idiots search the whole damn place?" He screamed for the fifth time.

After the growl sounded through the school Stiles, Allison, and Lydia were alone in the classroom and heard Jackson screaming from the hallway outside the door. Stiles quickly unlocked the door and ran into the hallway, hoping to find Madigan with Jackson, but only finding Jackson by himself on the floor and clutching his neck with pain. The girls helped get him into the classroom and soon heard another noise from outside the door, this time it being Scott…who was also Madigan-less.

"So you didn't find Madigan or the janitor anywhere? Did you check the gym? Behind the bleachers?" Scott asked the Sheriff.

"We checked everywhere, Scott. All we found in the gym was blood." The Sheriff sighed. He knew he shouldn't be telling them this, especially since it was more than likely to be Madigan's blood, but they wouldn't know until the blood tests came back. He knew his son and Scott, though. The two of them would figure out everything anyway, with or without the Sheriff telling them. Besides, this was Madigan. She's like a sister to them and a daughter to the Sheriff.

"B-blood? How much blood?" Stiles stuttered out, fearing the worse.

"A lot," His dad sighed, "And I shouldn't be telling you boys this and I'll get in a lot of trouble if it comes out that I did, but…in the locker room there was a lot of blood, too. Even more than in the gym and…Madigan's name was written on the wall…in the blood. Now, hey, don't panic!" he quickly said, seeing the looks of terror on the boys' face, "They're testing the blood now to see whose it is, there's no guarantee that it's Madigan's."

"What's the procedure now? L-like as far as Madigan?" Stiles questioned.

"We already put out an APB and a possible Amber Alert on her. If you guys are right, and it was Derek Hale who was here tonight, there's a good chance he has her." The Sheriff said sadly, before patting his sons shoulder and walking away.

"What if dad's right? What if Derek did take her, then she's safe, right?" Stiles asked hopefully.

"How?! How would Derek have taken her, Stiles? He's dead! If someone took her, it was the Alpha." Scott argued.

"Okay, so where is he? And where's his car? Derek's gone, his car is gone, and Madigan's gone. Maybe he took her! Besides, the two have that whole 'sexual tension' thing going on!"

"What?" Scott asked mortified.

"Oh I don't know! I'm trying to be optimistic here! I'd much rather Madigan be with him than with the Alpha." Stiles defended, before both teens turned their attention to Jackson.

"She's fucking missing! How about you stop standing around like fucking mall cops and make yourselves useful and actually try finding my sister!" Jackson screamed. Scott could hear the pounding of his heartbeat, and while Jackson was angry, he was more scared than anything.

"Stiles," Scott said, not looking away from Jackson, "I-I think that blood in the gym that your dad was talking about is Mads."

"Why? It could be the janitors, right?" Stiles questioned, hoping desperately that it was just the janitor's blood and not Madigan's.

"No. When I went in there to find the janitor he was dead behind the bleachers but there was hardly any blood, and none on the main floor. Then Madigan came in and the Alpha came at us and suddenly…I had no control. I- I could hear Madigan yelling my name. Begging me to come back…but I couldn't. I left her, Stiles. I left her with the Alpha…and then he took her" Scott admitted, looking over at Stiles with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. This is Madigan, we're talking about. She's probably at home right now thinking of ways to get back at us, you know?" Stiles joked, but couldn't find it in him to laugh. "Doesn't all of this just seem weird to you, though?" Stiles asked after a moment of silence between the two.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why are we alive? Why are any of us alive? You don't think the Alpha didn't know where we were? He walked right past the room and didn't even try to attack us." Stiles mused, making a light bulb go off in Scott's head.

"I think I know why. The Alpha, when it growled at me, it was like it controlled me. I don't think he ever wanted to kill you guys...he wanted me to. Think about it, Stiles, he wants me to join his pack…but before I join his pack I have to kill me old one."

"What old one? What do you mean?"

"I mean you guys; Lydia, Jackson, Allison…and you and Madigan. The Alpha didn't want to kill you guys, it wanted me to. That's not the worst part, though."

"How in the holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" Stiles asked with wide eyes.

"Because when it was controlling me; I wanted to. I wanted to kill you…all of you."

"Your right…that's worse." Stiles mumbled, before someone else caught his attention, "Scott."

Scott followed his attention towards the back of one of the ambulances where Deaton was sitting, getting his head stitched up, "Deaton?" Scott question quietly as the two boys walked over. Scott still didn't want to believe his boss was the Alpha, but things were just getting more and more complicated. "H-how?"

"I managed to escape Derek's car." Deaton told them, "I should be thanking you, though. You saved my life." Deaton said with a smile.

The Sheriff quickly came over and shooed the boys away, telling Stiles to wait in the cruiser so he could take him back home considering his jeep was now damaged. "Scott, we need to find Madigan." Stiles said as the two walked away from everyone.

"I know. Meet me at the edge of the preserve tonight." Scott decided.

"Why there?"

"Because so far every major thing that has happened this year, has all started in the woods. I figure it's a good place to start." Scott said, offering a small smile.

"Yeah. And Scott?" Stiles called, stopping his friend who had started to walk away. Scott turned back around and raised his eyebrows at his friend, "It's not your fault, you know. I know Allison was upset about you locking us in and whatnot, but you did it for the right reason. And Madigan's not your fault either, you didn't have control dude, you couldn't have done anything. She'll be okay, though. Everything will be okay…it always is." Stiles told him.

"Thanks, Stiles." Scott nodded. He wanted to believe Stiles, he really did. But after tonight, he didn't know what to believe.