I ran ahead of the boys and down to the street. I saw Isaac with Allison, who was about to step in the electrified water.
"Everyone get back!" Kira screamed.
Isaac pushed my sister aside and stepped into the water.
"Isaac!" I screamed and Derek wrapped his arms around me, keeping me from going into the water.
He fell to the ground, limp. Almost like he was dead.
I watched, eyes wide, as Kira did a front flip and landed in the water, unaffected. She grabbed the wire and put her hand over the sparks of electricity. Her eyes were this golden color and the power went out.
I ran over to Isaac with Derek behind me. I rolled Isaac onto his back and gasped when I saw the burns on his face,
"He's not breathing." I whispered,
"Scott, he's not breathing!" Derek yelled.
EMTs came out with a gurney and rushed him into the hospital. Derek kept me behind and I cried into his chest.
I spent the weekend with Isaac. Sitting in the waiting room, my sister beside me, just waiting for him to wake up.
He didn't.
I was at school, walking down the hallway when I heard an emitter. The kind my dad has. I ran towards the locker room where Scott and the twins were,
"You hear it too?" I asked and they nodded,
"It's coming from the basement." Aiden said and we all made our way down there. When we arrived, we were greeted with Stiles.
"Okay, I know what you guys are thinking, but it's me. I swear to God, it's me." Stiles said,
The twins behind me began growling and I grabbed their wrists, digging my claws it, "Stop."
They broke out of my grasp and began to descend on Stiles. I ran in front of them and roared,
"I said, stop!" I yelled and they stopped,
"It's me, Scott. I swear it's me. I don't know where I've been the last two days or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise." Stiles begged,
"You know what happened at the hospital?" Scott asked,
"I know more than that." Stiles said before going over to a bag and grabbing paper, "You see this? It's a blueprint of the hospital's electrical wiring." He laid it out for us to see, " You see all these markings in red? That's my handwriting. I know I did this. I caused the accident. And everything in this bag, it's all stuff that could be part of something bigger."
"What the hell have you been up to?" Scott asked,
"I think something worse. A lot worse."
"What the hell were you doing? Building a Terminator?" Aiden asked Stiles when he took everything out of the bag,
"Thank you for that." Stiles replied,
"Guys, this is a map." Scott said, looking at another paper,
"Isn't that the cross country trail?" Ethan asked,
"That's the Tate car. Where Malia Tate's family died." Scott said, looking at where a spot was circled,
"You mean that's where her father put the steel-jawed traps." Stiles said.
The three of us sprinted through out the forest,
"Stop, stop, stop! Everyone, stop!" Stiles yelled, making the group of runners stop.
Stiles leaned down and found a metal ring. He pulled on it, revealing more from under the leaves until we came to the end... which showed nothing.
"Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain." Coach clapped, "Can somebody now please tell me what the hell's going on?"
"Hey, Coach!" I yelled as he triggered a trip wire.
An arrow shot out of a tree and landed in Coach's stomach,
"Oh, crap."
We all gathered around and put pressure around the arrow,
"Get it out of me! Get it out of me. Get it out of me." Coach ranted, "Oh, my God, I'm gonna die. Get it out of me! I'm gonna die!"
"Coach, you're not gonna die." I stated,
"I'm gonna die!"
"It will hurt less if you stop moving, Coach." Aiden said,
"Get that thing out of me!" He continued to scream,
"Stay still, Coach. An ambulance is coming." Aiden continued,
"Get it out! I'm gonna die!"
"Get back! Get back! Give him some room! Get back!" Ethan said, pushing the runners away,
Scott took Coach's hand and black veins crawled up his arm, "I think he just passed out."
"I could have killed him. I could have killed him, right? What if it was his head or his throat?" Stiles said, looking at the blood on his hands,
"But it wasn't. And he's going to be all right." Scott told his best friend,
"I think I just heard an ambulance coming." Aiden said,
"And my dad."
Just as the ambulance arrived, I got a phone call from an unknown number.
"Hello?" I asked, walking away from the others.
"Maddie? It's me." My eyes widened,
"Derek? Where are you?" I questioned,
"Police station. I was... arrested." He admitted.
"Again? Really, Derek?"
"I was framed by your friend." He growled.
"Stiles?" I asked,
"I don't know who else would." Derek replied,
"Look, Derek, I'm busy right now. I'll be there as soon as I can." I said before hanging up.
Father and son were reunited and Coach was going to be okay.
"Scott, you better look at this." I heard Ethan call out,
We both went behind Stiles' jeep where Ethan was rummaging through a duffel bag.
"This is the same wrapping paper we used for Coach's birthday present." Scott said, grabbing the tube of wrapping paper,
"Wasn't that William Barrow's thing? A bomb made from nails and bolts all wrapped in a birthday present? Where did it go off?" Ethan asked,
"On a school bus." Scott said before running over to Stiles' dad.
We all rushed to school and watched from outside as a one of the deputies handled the bomb.
"It's not a bomb, sir, but there is something in the box." I heard from Sheriff Stilinski's radio.
The deputy walked up to the windshield and showed his name plate from his desk.
"Oh god. There is a bomb. Just not here." Stilinski said.
"The station. Derek." I whispered before pushing the crowd away and I began sprinting towards the police station.
Right as I got outside the station, the bomb went off.
"Derek!" I screamed before running inside.
I found him trying to get up, multiple shards of glass embedded into his back. I ran over and helped him up,
"I'm okay. I'm okay." He whispered.
"You saved my life." I turned around and saw my dad.
"Dad?!" I exclaimed, hugging him, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He replied, letting me go, "Go help your boyfriend."
I nodded and grabbed Derek's arm, sneaking him out through the back door. We got to his house and I went to the bathroom to find the first aid kit and grabbed the tweezers. I sat him on the bed and crawled up behind him.
He hissed as I took out piece after piece, and eventually I got all of them out. He took his shirt off and I watched as all the cuts healed in front of me. I kissed the places where the cuts used to be.
I laid my head against his muscled back and wrapped my arm around his waist.
"Derek, I'm scared." I whispered.
He placed his hand upon mine,
"I am, too, Maddie. I am, too."