"He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles questioned as we made our way to lunch.
"Yeah." Scott said.
"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you try to do that, you try to kill someone and that someone's usually us.", Stiles said.
"I know.", Scott muttered, not paying attention. He seemed to be looking at Allison with a lovesick expression.
"Please tell me you didn't.", I say.
"I didn't what?", Scott asks, confused.
"You did!"
"I did what?"
"You went over to Allison's last night, didn't you? Dammit Scott, how're you gonna be able to move on if she's still your number one distraction? I'm snitching.", I threatened.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "You better not."
Stiles looked confused. "You're supposed to stay away from Allison?"
"Derek says he doesn't even know if he can teach me anyways." Scott told Stiles. "I have to be able to control it."
"Well, how is he going to teach you?", Stiles asked.
"I don't know.", he responded, glumly. "And I don't think he does either."
"Okay, when are you seeing him again?"
"Just told us not to talk about it.", Scott said. "Just act normal and get through the day."
"When?", Stiles asked.
"He's picking us up at the animal clinic after school.", I said.
"After school.", Stiles muttered. "Ok, well, that gives me till the end of the school day then."
"To do what?", Scott asked.
"To teach you myself."
It was finally the end of the day and Stiles and I headed out to the empty lacrosse field.
"Okay,", Stiles sighed as he dug through his bag. "Now. . . put this on, Scott." He handed him a black belt.
"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?"
"Yeah, I borrowed it."
"Stole it."
"Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs and you're gonna wear it."
"Isn't that Coach's phone?", Scott pointed.
"That I stole."
"Why?"
"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Derek, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning how to control your heart rate."
"Like the Incredible Hulk."
"Kind of like the incredible hulk, yeah."
"No, I'm like the incredible hulk."
"Would you shut up and put the strap on?", I ordered.
Scott sighed and tied the strap around his waist as Stiles pulled out duct tape from his bag. He went behind Scott's back and tied his hands together.
"I'm feeling off about this.", Scott mutters.
"Don't make it weird.", Stiles said as he walked back over to the bench.
Stiles grabbed his lacrosse stick and a bag of lacrosse balls and went to the middle of the field.
"All right, ready?"
"No."
"Remember, don't get angry."
"I'm starting to think that this is a really bad idea.", I say.
Stiles scooped up a ball into his stick and slammed it at Scott's stomach. I flinched as Scott groaned in pain.
"Is this really necessary?", I asked as the next one hit him in the left shoulder. "Okay, that one kinda hurt.", I hear Scott say.
"Quiet, remember you're supposed to be thinking about your heart, all right? About staying calm."
"Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face." I winced as another ball hit him in the right shoulder. Another hit him right below the rib cage. "Aah! Son of a bitch!"
"You know what? I think my aim is actually improving."
"Wonder why.", Scott and I say.
"Ah, buh, buh," Stiles warned, looking at the phone on the ground. "Don't get angry."
"I'm not getting angry.", Scott growled out before letting out a cry of pain once again. Another one hit him in the left shoulder.
"Stiles, stop, just wait. Hold on."
The next one hit Scott in the chest and he fell to the ground.
"Scott…?"
We watched him break the tape that bonded his hands and growl lowly.
After a while, he rolled onto his back and looked up at Stiles and I and gave one last groan of pain.
His eyes were just flickering back to their normal color. "Scott, you were changing.", Stiles stated.
"From anger. But it was more than that. It was like the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."
"So it is anger then. Derek's right."
I sighed and shook my head. This is gonna take a while.
We met up with Scott in front of the school.
"Since I can't spend time with Allison, I'm gonna need your help.", Scott said to me. I shrugged in acceptance.
Stiles ran in front of us. "Ok, ok, stay here. Do you have your keys?", he asked Scott.
Scott pulled out his keys.
"Perfect. Hold them up like so.", Stiles said. Scott held up his hand, gripping a key. "Sam, you might want to step back."
I stepped back and leaned up against the school wall. "Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it? Ok. Just. . . keep holding it right there." Stiles pulled out his keys and slowly walked over to a black truck and forcefully dragged his keys across the side, making an awful screeching sound.
Stiles got to the end of the truck and turned to face us, and stuffed his keys back into his pocket. "Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?"
My eyes widened.
A group of guys turned and faced Scott and stormed to him. A guy threw a punch at Scott and he fell to the ground. I scooted around the group and walked over to Stiles.
"This your idea of getting him to control himself?"
"I know, great, right?" The group surrounded Scott and started kicking him and punching him until Mr. Harris broke up the fight.
"Stop! Hey, stop it right now!" Mr. Harris yelled at the group. The group angrily left and Mr. Harris hovered over Scott. "What do you idiots think you're doing?"
I sat in detention between Stiles and Scott and rested my chin in my palm.
"Excuse me, sir." Scott called Mr. Harris who sat at his desk. "Uh, I know, this is detention and all but uh, we're supposed to be at work and I don't know about Sam, but I don't want to get fired."
Mr. Harris continued to ignore him and continued to play on his ipad. "You knew I would heal.", Scott grumbled to Stiles.
"Yep.", Stiles answered.
"So you did that to help him learn?" I said.
"Yep."
"But partially to punish me.", Scott said.
"Yeah. Well, that one's obvious."
"Can you guys, like, not get on each other's nerves by being unnecessarily petty and irritating? It's stressful.", I say.
"I'm not angry anymore.", Stiles said. "Look, you have something. Ok? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something."
"I know.", Scott said. "And I will."
"Ok," Mr. Harris called to us. "You three, out of here."
"Oh, thank God.", I said as I gathered up my stuff and raced out the room.
We walked into the clinic and I followed behind Scott as he rushed to the back room.
"What are you doing?" I heard Scott cry out. I ran to the back room and saw Derek holding a man up in the air who was tied to a chair.
"Scott! Sam! Get out of here!" The man yelled over his shoulder. Derek was holding Scott's boss. The hell?
Derek dropped him and punched him in the face, knocking him out. I raced over to Derek and placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back.
"Stop! Stop!", I yelled.
"Look, when he's conscious he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't.", Derek said, pushing past me and back to the man.
"Are you out of your mind!?", Scott asked. "What are you talking about?"
"You want to know what the spiral means, Scott?", Derek asked. "It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied."
"You think he's the Alpha?", I asked.
"We're about to find out.", Derek raised his right arm, pushing me out of the way and was about to swing back down at Scott's boss when Scott wolfed out and grabbed his arm in a vice.
Scott growled at Derek and pushed his arm away. Scott relaxed and slowly began to return to his normal self.
"Hit him again and you'll see me get angry.", Scott threatened Derek.
I sat on the medical table while Derek paced the back of the room and Scott cleaned the cut on his boss's face.
"Do you have a plan?", Derek asked me.
"Give me an hour.", I said.
"Then what?"
"Meet us in the school in an hour and we'll go from there.", I say.
An hour later, I stepped out of the Stiles' jeep and looked around to see an empty parking lot.
"This is a terrible idea.", Stiles said.
"Yeah, I know." I said.
"But we're still gonna do it?"
"Do you have anything better?"
"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it eventually just goes away."
"Just make sure Scott can get inside.", I ordered, annoyed.
Stiles reached into the back of his jeep and took out some big pliers. Headlights flooded our bodies and I looked to see the camaro park in front of us. Derek got out and I walked over to him.
"Where's his boss?", I asked.
"He's in the back. Relax.", he says, rolling his eyes. I looked past Derek and into the backseat to see Alan still passed out and tied up.
"Oh, he looks comfortable.", Stiles said, sarcastically. He and Scott start walking up to the school.
"Wait. Hey. What are you doing?", Derek called after them.
"You said I'm linked with the Alpha.", Scott said. "We're going to find out if you're right."
I sighed and stood near the jeep with Derek.
"This is gonna bite me in the ass so bad.", I hear Derek mutter, annoyed.
We stood for a while before jumping at the sound of a loud strangled noise. "Please don't tell me that's what I think it is.", I say.
Derek looked irritated. "You have got to be kidding me."
A few minutes later another sound came through the speakers. This one sounded like a beast growling. I looked at the school as it seemed to rumble at the loud noise.
After a while, we saw Stiles and Scott coming out of the building.
"I'm going to kill both of you.", Derek growled at them. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"
"I didn't know it would be that loud.", Scott said, smiling.
"Yeah, it was loud." Stiles chuckled. "And it was awesome.", he sang.
"Shut up.", Derek said.
"Don't be such a sour wolf.", Stiles said. I shook my head at their childishness. A low growl entered my ears and I thought it was Derek but he was looking at me in confusion too.
"What did you do with him?", Scott asked, looking into Derek's car. I looked too and saw Alan gone.
"What?", Derek questioned him looking too. "I didn't do anything."
Suddenly, Derek started spitting up blood before being lifted into the air.
"Derek!", I shrieked.
"Sam, let's go!" Stiles said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the school.
"No! We have to help him! We have to help him!" It took both Scott and Stiles to drag me into the school and they locked the doors behind us.
I panted in panic. "We're just gonna leave him!?"
Stiles turned to me. "He's dead regardless. We have to save ourselves now!"
We looked down the dark, empty school hallway, jumping at the sound of a distant howl somewhere in the building. We all looked at each other and bolted into a classroom. "The desk." We grabbed the front desk and began to push it up against the door but Stiles stopped us.
"Shh, stop, stop.", he said. Scott and I stopped and looked at him, pausing to hear a noise. "The door's not gonna keep it out."
"I know.", Scott said.
"I hate your boss.", Stiles said.
"What?", I asked, looking at Scott.
"Deaton, the alpha? Scott's boss.", Stiles said.
"No.", Scott said.
"Yes.", Stiles disagreed. "Murdering psycho werewolf."
"But how?.", I asked.
"Oh, come on.", Stiles said. "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 said.
"He just killed Derek.", Stiles argued.
"No, Derek's not dead.", I said, glaring at Stiles. "He can't be dead."
"Blood literally spurted out of his mouth, ok?", Stiles countered, frustrated. "That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead and we're next."
"Ok, just. . .", Scott paused, taking a deep breath. "What do we do?"
"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, and you seriously think about quitting your job, sound good?", Stiles said. We walked over to the windows and Scott tried to open one.
"They don't open.", I said, realizing the problem. "The school's climate-controlled."
"Then we break it.", Scott said.
"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles warned.
"Then. . . ", Scott trailed off as he looked around. "Then we run really fast. Really, really fast."
I looked at him in disbelief before looking at the window and at the jeep. It was kinda far.
Actually…
When I looked at the jeep, I noticed something about the hood. The side of it seemed to be bent inward.
"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?", I asked, getting his attention.
"What do you mean?", Stiles asked, looking at the jeep. "Nothing's wrong."
"It's bent."
"Like, dented?", Stiles asked me.
"No, she means bent.", Scott emphasized, his eyes widening.
"What the hell?", Stiles said. A crashing sound of glass sounded to the left of us and we sunk to the floor and covered our heads. We looked up and saw Stiles' car battery in the middle of the floor.
"That's my battery.", Stiles whimpered in anger, standing back up. I grabbed his hand and yanked him back down.
"Stop.", I said.
"We have to move.", Stiles said.
"He could be right outside." Scott said.
"He is right outside.", I growled at him. "Just let me take a look."
I slowly got to my knees and peeked out the window and looked around the parking lot.
Nothing.
"Anything?", Stiles asked.
"No.", I answered.
"Move now?", Stiles asked. I nodded.
"Okay.", Scott said. We walked out the room. Scott and I moved to turn right but Stiles stopped us.
"Somewhere without windows.", he said.
"Every single room in this building has windows.", Scott said, hushed.
"Or somewhere with less windows.", Stiles corrected.
"The locker room.", I suggested.
"Yeah.", Stiles agreed. We made our way down the hallway and slipped into the locker room.
"Call your dad.", Scott told Stiles.
"And tell him what?", he questioned him.
"I don't know, anything. There's a gas leak, fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it will take off."
"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?", Stiles growled at him.
"They have guns."
"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?"
"Then we. . . " Scott tried to think of another plan. "We have. . . We have to find a way out and just run for it."
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile, Scott.", Stiles said.
"What about Derek's car?", Scott said.
"He has his keys with him.", Stiles said.
"Okay so we sneak to his body and get the key."
"And him.", I chimed.
"Fine.", Stiles agreed. "Whatever."
We walked back to the door and Stiles made a grab for the door but Scott stopped him.
"What?", Stiles asked, paranoid.
"I think I heard something."
I looked around, keeping quiet for a sound.
"Like what?", Stiles asked.
"Shh- Shut up.", I snapped.
We all began backing away from the door.
"Hide."
Stiles went over to a locker, opened it and stuffed himself inside.
"Stiles-" I sighed and stuffed myself into a locker along with Scott.
I closed the door as the door to the locker room opened. A man opened my locker and I screamed and so did the man. I stopped screaming when I realized the man was the janitor. "Son of a bitch."
"Quiet.", Stiles hushed, coming out of his locker along with Scott.
"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me?", Janitor growled. "The three of you, get out."
"Just listen for half a second, ok?", Stiles urged.
"Not ok.", Janitor growled at us, pushing us out the door. "Get the hell out of here right now."
"God, just one second to explain.", Stiles said.
"Just shut up and go.", the janitor pushed and was suddenly pulled back into the locker room.
The door slammed shut. We heard a loud thud and saw blood spilling under the door.
"Can we run now?", Stiles asked.
We raced down a hallway to the back doors of the school and pushed them, but they wouldn't budge.
"What the hell?" Stiles growled. I peek through the crack and saw dumpsters in the way.
"It's the dumpsters.", I exclaimed, frustrated.
"He pushed them front of the door.", Stiles realized.
"To block us in.", Scott said, backing away.
"Come on, help me." Stiles grunted as he slammed his body against the door.
"Come on, Stiles.", I said, grabbing him as we walked down another hallway.
"I'm not dying here.", Stiles said. "I'm not dying at school."
"We're not going to die.", Scott declared.
"God, what is he doing?", Stiles whined. "What does he want?"
"Me.", Scott said. "Derek says it's strong with a pack."
"Yeah, great.", Stiles muttered, rolling his eyes. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's... that's beautiful."
I stopped by a window and looked out of it to the other side of the building's roof. A large figure stood on top of it staring at us.
"Holy shit.", I muttered, backing away. They noticed and pulled me away.
It started to race towards us and we bolted the other way. A crashing sound followed by a growl sounded behind us and heavy pawsteps pounded behind us.
We slammed through some doors and ran down two flights of stairs to the basement. We stopped and took a breath. "We have to do something.", Stiles said.
"Like what?", I asked, huffing.
"I don't know.", Stiles said. "Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it… something."
We heard a loud thump and ran to the other side of the basement, up the stairs and back to the first floor.
I paused looking down the hallway.
"Wait.", I said, stopping.
"What?", Scott asked, panting.
"Do you hear that?", I asked.
"Hear what?", Stiles questioned me. Down the hall, I could hear a cell phone ringing.
"It sounds like a phone ringing.", I said.
"What?"
"I know that ring.", Scott said, his eyes widening in horror. "It's Allison's phone."
Stiles grabbed his phone and handed it to Scott. Scott dialed Allison's number and put it on speaker phone.
"Stiles?", Allison's voice answered.
"No, it's me.", Scott corrected her. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the school looking for you. What, were you at my place?", she asked.
"Where are you right now?"
"On the first floor."
"Where? Where are you exactly?"
"The swimming pools."
"Get to the lobby. Go now."
"Ok, ok, I'm coming." Scott hung up and we ran to the lobby and met up with Allison.
"What are you doing here? Why did you come?", Scott pressed Allison.
"Because you asked me too.", Allison said, confused.
"I asked you to?", Scott asked, fearfully.
We all looked at each other in shock. Derek smashed his phone the other day…
Allison held up her phone and I read the text over Scott's shoulder. 'Meet me at the school. Urgent. Scott.'
"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?", she asked, worried.
"Because he didn't.", I said. "Der- I mean, someone smashed his phone into a wall."
"Did you drive here?", Stiles asked.
"Jackson did."
"Jackson's here too?", Scott asked, grasping his head, mortified.
"And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?", Allison's phone rang and she answered it. "Where are you?"
The door to the lobby opened and Jackson and Lydia appeared.
"Finally.", Lydia sighed. "Can we go now?" A heavy thud sounded above us.
"Run.", I ordered, pushing Stiles. "Run!"
We all ran up the stairs and the thing followed us. We ran into a room, having Scott closed and locked the doors behind us. I looked to my left to see large windows, dropping my shoulders in disbelief.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
"Help me get this in front of the door.", Scott told Jackson as they pushed a stack of chairs in front of the door.
"Scott, wait, not here.", I said. He ignored me.
"What was that?", Allison asked. "Scott, what was that?"
"What came through the ceiling?", Lydia whined.
"Would you just help me?", Scott snapped. "The chairs, stack the chairs."
"Guys, stop!" I called them. "Hello!" They stopped working and looked at me.
"Ok," I said. "Look, that's perfect and all but what do we do about the twenty foot tall windows?"
"Can someone please just explain to me what is going on because I am freaking out.", Allison said, her voice shaking. "And I would like to know why. Scott?"
Scott walked away from the group and buried his head in his hands as he thought of something. He looked to Stiles for help.
"Somebody killed the janitor.", Stiles said, bluntly.
"What?", Lydia asked, shocked.
"Yeah, the janitor's dead.", Stiles clarified.
"What is he talking about?", Allison asked as she looked at us. "Is this a joke?"
"What, who killed him?", Jackson asked.
"No, no, no, no. This is supposed to be over.", Lydia said. "The mountain lion killed. . ."
"Don't you get it?", Jackson asked Lydia. "There wasn't a mountain lion."
"Who was it?", Allison asked, angrily. "What does he want? What's happening? Scott!"
"I don't know!", Scott finally spoke. "I just. . . If we go out there he's gonna kill us."
"Us?", Lydia asked. "He's gonna kill us?"
"Who?", Allison asked. "Who is it?"
"It's Derek.", Scott said. My jaw dropped as I snapped my attention to him. You have to be shitting me.
"It's Derek Hale.", Scott lied.
I looked at Stiles as he looked back at me.
"Derek killed the janitor?", Jackson asked.
"Are you sure?", Allison asked.
"I saw him.", Scott said.
"The mountain lion. . . ", Lydia said.
"No, Derek killed them.", Scott told her sternly.
"All of them?", Allison asked.
"Yes, starting with his own sister. It's been Derek the whole time. If we don't get out now, he's gonna kill us too."
I couldn't believe Scott. I understand trying to make them not believe in the damn near 20 foot monster, but for him to blame it on someone who was already dead…
"Call the cops.", Jackson said.
"No.", Stiles said.
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Spanish? Noh."
"Look, Derek killed three people.", Scott said, glancing at me. "We don't know what he's armed with."
"You have got to be shitting me...", I muttered under my breath, turning away from him.
"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him.", Jackson said.
"I'm calling.", Lydia said, pulling out her phone.
"No, Lydia, wait a second.", Stiles warned as she walked away from the group and held the phone up to her ear.
Jackson stepped in front of Stiles and shoved him back. I stepped in front of Jackson and shoved him back and when Jackson made another move towards me, Scott stepped forward and stopped him.
"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School.", Lydia said. "We're trapped and we need you to…But-", Lydia took the phone from her ear and turned back to us in shock. "She hung up on me."
"The police hung up on you?", Allison questioned her.
"She said that they got a tip saying that there would be prank calls about a break in to the high school.", Lydia explained. "She said if I called again, they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."
"Then call again.", Allison said.
"No, they won't trace a cell.", Stiles said. "They'll send a car to your house before they'll send anyone here."
"What the. . . what. . . ", Allison stuttered. "What is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"
Jackson, Lydia and Allison looked at me. Then I looked at Stiles and he looked at Scott.
"Why's everyone looking at me?", Scott asked.
"Is he the one that sent her the text?", Lydia asked me.
"No.", Scott said. "I mean, I don't know."
"Is he the one who called the police?", Allison asked.
"I don't know!", Scott yelled at Allison in frustration and Allison shrunk back in fear.
"All right," Stiles said. "Why don't we just back off the throttle here, yeah?"
Stiles grabbed my arm and pushed Scott and pulled me to the other side of the room. "Ok, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done."
"Yeah, and when or if we get out of here alive, I'm whooping your ass before Derek can get to you." I threatened.
"I didn't know what to say." Scott said. "I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?"
"So that just makes it okay, Scott? Really?", I asked, stepping up to him.
Stiles pushed me back. "Easy there, Sam."
"Look, why do you care so much?", Scott asked.
"Uh, because I've been busting my ass to get you some help so you can sort this out in order to live a semi normal life again. Right now, you're fucking that up.", I argued.
"Okay, let's say he's not dead." Scott paused.
"Then, he's gonna kick your ass. With every right, because now you have them thinking he's hunting us down and he's supposed to be dead."
Scott's eyes widened. "Oh, God, I just totally bit her head off.", Scott said, completely ignoring me.
"And she'll totally get over it.", Stiles said. "Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out of here alive?"
"But we are alive. It could have killed us. It's like it's cornering us or something."
"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?"
"No, Derek said it wants revenge.", I said.
"Against who?", Stiles asked. I frowned as I thought and glanced at Allison. My eyes widened.
"Allison's family.", I finally answered.
"Maybe that's what the text was about.", Stiles said in realization. "Someone had to have sent it."
"Ok, assheads," Jackson said behind us. We turned and looked at him. "New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad with a gun and hopefully he'll have some decent aim. Are we good with that?"
I looked at him in annoyance. "Really, Jackson?"
"He's right.", Scott said. I looked at him in disbelief.
"You know, you're walking on thin ice with me tonight.", I growled at him.
"Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him.", Scott said.
"I am not watching my dad get eaten alive.", Stiles said.
"Me either.", I agreed. I turned around and ran my hands through my hair.
"All right, give me the phone.", Jackson ordered.
I felt his hand grab my shoulder and I turned around and threw a punch, squaring my fist on Jackson's nose.
"Did you forget to keep your hands to yourself?", I asked as he fell to the ground and Allison rushed over to him. Lydia and Scott looked at them, amused while Stiles stepped in front of me, blocking me from Jackson.
"Hey, Dad, it's me.", he said. "And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like right now."
Something banged on the door, and we all backed up to the other side of the room as the door kept rattling. "We're at the school. Ok? We're at the school.", Stiles hung up and stuffed it back into his pocket. Screws began to push out of the door hinges.
"Where do we go?", Stiles asked. "Where do you go to hide, Sam?"
"Why the hell are you asking me?", I asked, incredulously.
"Because you know the school exits and hideouts by heart."
"And you expect me to magically whip the map out right now?"
"Yes! Think Sam!"
I sighed harshly, thinking.
So, we're in the cafeteria. The only place I can think of hiding would be…
"The kitchen.", I said. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"Which only goes up.", Stiles said.
"Up is better than here right now.", I said. We turned and ran into the kitchen, climbed the stairs to the second floor and ran into a classroom.
We closed the door and Scott, and I placed our ears up against the door and listened to heavy footsteps pass the door, with a low growl.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?", Scott whispered to Jackson.
"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap.", Jackson answered.
"Five?", Allison asked. "I barely fit in the back."
"I can take Derek's car.", I said.
"Derek's car?", Jackson questioned me.
"Absolutely. You got a better idea?", I said.
"It doesn't matter.", Stiles said. "There's no getting out of here without drawing attention."
"What about this?", Scott asked, walking to a door. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape and get to the parking lot in like seconds."
I walked over to the door and saw the lock.
"That's a deadbolt.", I said, looking at him, irritated.
"The janitor has the key.", Scott said.
"You mean his body has it.", Stiles corrected, coming over to us.
"We can get it.", Scott whispered to Stiles. "We can find him by scent, by blood."
"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea.", Stiles said. "What else you got?"
"I'm getting the key.", Scott said. "Sam, you're coming with me."
I took a deep breath in frustration.
"You owe me so much.", I told him. Scott pushed past Stiles to Allison. I walked over to the door and waited for him.
"You can't go out there unarmed.", Allison said.
"I got Sam. She knows every inch of this school." Scott said.
"You can't go out there unarmed.", Allison repeated, ignoring him.
"I got something.", Lydia said. She looked at the chemistry cabinet.
"What are we going to do?", Stiles asked. "Throw acid on him?"
"No.", I said, smiling. "A firebomb." For once, Lydia's smarts proved useful.
"Exactly.", Lydia agreed. "In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail."
I grabbed some stuff from the cabinet and handed it to Lydia as she began mixing stuff in a chemistry bottle.
"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid." She poured the acid in and shook it around before putting a cap on and handing it to me.
"No, this is insane.", Allison disagrees.
"We can't just wait around here waiting for Stiles to check his messages.", Scott countered.
"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."
"And we're next. Somebody has to do something. Come on, Sam." I walked over to the door, shrugging at Allison before we left. Weturned left down the hallway. Switching hands to hold the Molotov, I slapped Scott behind his head with my free hand.
"Why?", he asked, rubbing behind his head.
"You know exactly what that was for. Go." We walked down two flights of stairs to the first floor.
My heart dropped. "Scott, wasn't the janitor in the locker room?"
"Yeah."
"Well, shouldn't we be heading the other way?", I asked.
"My nose is leading to this direction."
"But this leads to the auditorium.", I say, unsure.
He couldn't have dragged him here… could he?
"Let's just go.", I sighed. I looked around as we made it into the auditorium. It was big with a few lights on, but it was still dark and cold. Scott walked over to the bleachers and looked under them. "There."
"Let me go."
"What, why?"
"Uh, I'm still human and he's not after me. So, take this."
I handed the Molotov to Scott and walked under the bleachers, using my hands to feel my way through.
I heard something creak and I snapped my attention to Scott who was still in the spot I left him.
What the hell was that.
I shook my head as I continued to walk.
Suddenly something dripped down on my face, and I stopped to wipe it off. It felt sticky.
I looked at my palm, and despite the dimly moonlit auditorium, I saw a darker streak on my palm and a familiar scent of metal filled my nose.
I closed my eyes, fearfully. "Fuck…", I whispered to myself before looking up from under the bleachers.
I gaped in horror at the scene of the Janitor's mauled body. His face torn, blood coating his blue uniform, mouth opened as if he was still screaming and eyes opened and rolled back.
I shook my head and slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.
I looked in front of me to see the bleachers, one by one, move towards me. I rushed to the left, jumping over moving bars and almost getting caught in between the bleachers.
Scott ran over to me. "You ok?"
"Yeah. Was that you?", I asked, upset.
His eyes widened. "No."
We heard a growling and looked to the middle of the room to see a large black beast on all fours with blood red eyes.
"Shit."
The beast rushed at us, shaking the floor. Scott threw the Molotov and the bottle crashed on its head. Alpha stopped but the Molotov didn't ignite.
You have to be shitting me.
"Damn it.", Scott cussed as the Alpha began to race towards us again, but we turned and ran.
Before either of us could leave the auditorium, something grabbed our ankles, making us and turned over on our backs to see the Alpha hovering over us, its pearly white teeth shining from the moon light.
The Alpha let out a bellowing howl that shook the entire school and made me cover my ears in pain and then he was gone.
I panted and looked to my left to see Scott gone too.
I sat up and looked around for Scott. "Scott?"
I got up and finally left the auditorium, cautiously making my way back to Stiles and the rest.
"And you sure it was Derek Hale?", Mr. Stillinski asked us as Scott, Stiles and I finally walked out of the school with him.
"Yes.", Scott answered. I glared at him, unknownst to the sheriff.
"I saw him too.", Stiles said.
"What about the janitor?", Scott asked.
"We're still looking.", the sheriff replied. I widened my eyes. He wasn't in the auditorium?
"Did you check under the bleachers?", I asked.
"Yes, Sam, we looked.", he answered. "We pulled them out just like you asked and there's nothing."
"But he was there. I-"
I paused. I never wiped my hand. I had someone else's blood on my hand. I could easily be a suspect.
"I know, I believe you, I do."
I frowned which caught his attention as he sighed.
"Listen, we're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Ok? I promise."
"Sheriff!" A man called out.
"Stay.", Mr. Stillinski ordered. "All three of you." I turned to face Scott and Stiles.
"Well, we survived, I guess.", I say.
"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us.", Scott said. "You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?"
"Then how are we still alive?", Stiles asked.
"It wants me in its pack.", Scott said. "But I think, first. . . I have to get rid of my old pack."
"What do you mean?", Stiles asked. "What old pack?"
"Allison.", Scott answered.
"Derek.", I added.
"Jackson."
"Lydia."
"You two.", Scott says.
"The alpha doesn't want to kill us.", Stiles said in realization.
"He wants him to do it." I spoke.
"And that's not even the worst part.", Scott said.
"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?", Stiles asked.
"Because when he made me shift. . . I wanted to do it.", Scott said. "I wanted to kill you. All of you." It was quiet.
Scott was ashamed and I couldn't fault him for it. Hell, I was still trying to cope with almost losing my life three times now.
I sighed and looked where Stiles' jeep stood, gazing past the truck to see a figure in the tree line.
My heart dropped only to see a familiar figure. I felt relieved and pissed at the same time. He was alive this entire time?
I turned to see if Scott sensed him, in which my assumption was right. His face was contorted in fear.
"Well, Sam, I was going to let you drive the Camaro home and let you use it until your mom could finally get you a car of your own, but we couldn't find a key.", Mr. Stillinski said, coming back over to us.
I smiled. "I can always hotwire it?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You know how to hotwire cars?"
I paused. Was that a crime?
He sighed and shook his head. "Just get it out of here. Derek's body isn't here so… free car? Just don't tell anybody."
I grinned and ran over to the car and luckily the back door was still open so I could climb through to get into the driver's seat and hotwire the car.
Sorry, Derek.
As I got it to start, I relaxed at the vibration of the car. I instantly felt safe. I looked back at the treeline to see if Derek was still there. He wasn't.
I frowned. I guess he trusts me enough.