RAEGAN MCCALL

"Rae….." Sammy put her hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I know that there was something going on between you two."

"He's gone," I whimpered.

God, I sound pathetic. He was a jerk to me! Why was I so upset?

"I'm here for you, Rae." She rubbed my shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"I'm fine!" I snapped, getting up, about to head for Scott and Stiles who were muttering things to each other and staring out the window.

But Sammy grabbed my wrist, halting me.

"I don't know what happened to you in the fifth grade, Raegan, but I do know one thing. Shutting yourself out from your loved ones doesn't make you strong. You know what makes you strong? Letting people in, Rae. Letting people in during the darkest of times. That's what makes you strong!"

She has no idea what she's talking about. She doesn't know what I've been through. She doesn't know the first thing about me! She doesn't understand.

No ones does.

And no one will.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Save your deep, poetry crap for someone who gives a shit!" Rae snapped, ripping her wrist out of my grip.

Before I could say anything, I heard the front door open from behind Rae.

I looked behind her, to find Stiles not there.

We ran to the window, and peered through it.

"What the hell is he doing?!" I yelled.

But before Scott could answer, we saw the alpha run after Stiles. But he just stood there, frozen.

Rae opened the door and screamed, "Move you dumb shit!"

Finally, Stiles snapped out of it, and ran and came through the door just in time. He closed and locked the door with bolt-cutters.

"Those won't hold for long. We have to go," Scott announced.

We ran into a random classroom, and Scott put his hands on the teacher's desk and said, "Okay, come help me put this desk against the door."

"It's not gonna keep him out. I hate your boss," said Stiles, slumping against the desk.

"What?" Scott asked.

"Deaton," Stiles pronounced slowly, "The alpha. Your boss."

"I really don't think Dr. Deaton's the alpha. Almost positively. He's just not very alpha-y. Not even werewolf-y," Rae said.

"No," Scott agreed.

Stiles didn't miss a beat, "Uh, yes! A murdering, psycho werewolf!"

"It can't be," Scott answered.

"Oh come on, "Stiles chastised, "He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?"

Mm, he's got a point. But I didn't think it was Deaton either. I never got murderous chills around him. In fact, he always seemed real nice. Always had a smile on his face. Like a Barbie.

"It's not him," Scott said again.

Stiles was on a roll, "He killed Derek!"

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

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

"Okay, just..." Scott put his head down, "What do we do?"

"We go to my Jeep; we get out of here. And you seriously think about quitting your job. Good?" Stiles explained before running to the window. Scott and Rae followed.

Scott tried to open the window, but I stopped him by saying, "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it."

"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles responded.

"Then we run really fast."

"We won't make it."

Scott looked at the Jeep in the distance and sighed. Then he looked closer, in shock. Rae looked too.

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" Scott asked.

What?

"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned, "Nothing's wrong."

I came and looked closer too. "Stiles, I know shit about cars. But there's something seriously wrong with your car's hood," I said, looking at Stiles then back at the Jeep.

Stiles finally came and looked out the window while saying, "What? Like dented?"

"No, we mean bent," Rae told him.

Stiles looked stunned, "What the hell-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the window behind us suddenly broke. I shrieked and ducked down to the floor as pieces of glass hit my back. I turned to look at the boys and Rae and saw they were on the ground too.

I stood up and found the object that had crashed through the window. It was some kind of box with wires.

Stiles whined a little at the sight.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that that was from your Jeep, huh?" I said to Stiles.

He groaned and whined at the same time.

"Yeah, it was from your Jeep."

Another whine, "It's my battery."

He tried to go towards the window, but Scott stopped him.

"Don't."

"We have to move," reasoned Stiles.

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

"He is right outside," Rae corrected.

"Just let me take a look," Scott said, going to the window.

"Anything?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head.

"Move now?"

"Move now."

We quickly walked to the doorway. Scott looked both ways and began moving to the right. "This way," he said, grabbing me in the process.

"No no no no," Stiles stopped Scott. "Somewhere with less windows."

"The locker room," Scott stated.

We all began making our way to the locker room, which wasn't that far.

|| Teen Wolf ||

We went in and Stiles locked the door. I held my breath, it smelled horrible.

"Wow, you guys really stink," I said, gagging.

"A boys locker room smelling? That's unheard of!" Stiles retorted, sarcastically.

Rae gagged too, "Seriously, this is horrible."

Before Stiles could say anything back, Scott said, "Call your dad."

"And tell him what?"

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

Stiles wasn't having it, "What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including our dad?"

"All right. Let's go," Scott said, guiding Rae towards the door.

We were in the hallway when Scott grabbed Stiles' shoulder.

"What?"

"I think I hear something," he said.

"Like what?" Stiles whisper-shouted.

"Quiet. Hide."

Stiles did not waste time as he got in the first locker he could see. I ran to the one next to his.

"No, no, Stiles!" Scott whispered, but soon followed. He got in a locker across from Stiles, and Rae got in the locker next to him. I held my breath and prayed no one would find us.

That didn't work, because seconds later someone opened the locker across from me.

Oh no, Scott!

A scream rang out and Stiles and I jumped out of our lockers.

"Quiet? What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me?" the guy said. He looked like a janitor. "The three of you; get out."

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" I tried reasoning.

He was not having it, "Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now."

He kept pushing us away.

Where was Rae?!

"Wait there's-" Scott tried.

"No. I don't care. Get out now."

"But-," I was about to tell the janitor about Rae, but Stiles interrupted.

"No it's fine, Scott. We'll get it later. It should be fine; it's not going anywhere."

I realized they were talking about Rae.

Where the hell was she?!

RAEGAN MCCALL

"But-," Sammy tried.

I was about to get out when Stiles said, "No it's fine, Scott. We'll get it later. It should be fine; it's not going anywhere."

They were talking about me.

"Just one second to explain?" Stiles tried reasoning again, his voice moving away.

Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I saw a dark shape, the alpha, through the locker vents and I froze.

"Just shut up and go," the janitor said.

I blinked and all hell broke loose.

The alpha attacked the janitor and dragged him to a room.

I distinctly heard Scott and Stiles call my name repeatedly, but I couldn't answer. I was trembling.

The guy screamed and screamed and screamed until it just stopped. Because he couldn't scream anymore.

I gasped inaudibly in my hand as I heard something being dragged. The dragging stopped in front of the locker I was in.

I closed my eyes tight, as I heard the alpha sniffing around.

I almost shit my pants when he dug his claws down the side of the locker door.

It was like the fucker was teasing me.

I heard more scuffle, as he slowly left.

When I was pretty sure he was gone, I slowly opened the locker door. I peered around the hallway.

There was blood everywhere. Smeared on the floor, splattered on the walls. I think I was gonna be sick. I ran to the nearest trash can and threw up my dinner.

I wiped my mouth, and jumped when my phone vibrated.

I took it out of my pocket and looked at the text alert on the screen.

It was from Scott: "Go to the gym. Stay under the bleachers."

I pushed open the gym doors, glad that they were unlocked.

I walked in and noticed that it was really dark. I let my eyes adjust for a minute, then headed towards the bleachers when a thought occurred to me...

Scott texted me...

I slowed down.

…from his phone…

I came to a complete stop.

...that had broken when Derek threw it at the wall in the parking garage...

"Oh shit..." I mumbled.

A growl was the only response.